#being mad mad and frustrated and just want to get a fucking answer without playing phone tag or Social Norms The Written Edition(tm)
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more things need text-based options. like phone call texting without frustrating secret rules
need to do stuff that is time sensitive. also not really able to talk atm. emails don't usually work out well also there r Rules to how emails work and like pls I just want to communicate quickly and get shit sorted without talking and taking several hours doing Email Rules and Expectations to achieve less than I need at a higher exertion cost
#being mad mad and frustrated and just want to get a fucking answer without playing phone tag or Social Norms The Written Edition(tm)#because if you dont do the email 100% according to the proper norms even if u are barely at baseline of function#you get delayed and run around games and bs#venting and negativity#dude im qbout to say fuck it and go live in my car i stg#bout to just fucking Neurotypical Advice myself out of having chronic illness and neurodiverse/mental health issues#just go fucking eat kale and take a walk and stop depending on silly things like insulin and medication#not necessarily by choice bc if i cant fucking work or get assistance for meds im not going to be able to get them anyway#tiny angry man made out of fire is stuck inside a robot box because shit isnt set up to be helpful!! and rules arent clear!!#except the rule that i am not allowed to be mad about it!!!!#i am so mad and so tired of only being allowed to be mad at myself!! i am mad at myself that i cannot meet what is expected!#i should also be allowed to be mad when the systems that are supposed to help qre not set up to help!!#or when they are all loud about how good they do and how they do better than they need to and dont even meet the bare minimum actually!!
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His Cargo pt. 1
New series about Suguru, Geto. A Handsome businessman that you fell head over heels for, of course he played a big part of that, bringing you expensive gifts always flying first class and eating 5 star meals in VIP. you being a college student focusing on your dream job; you were living the life you never had before you met him, You only have one complaint though; he’s a total fuck boy.
Warnings: intense orgasm DISGUSTING talk. Smut, intense cumming, cream pie, over whelming pleasure, exhaustion, and ts gets a little sad too.
A/n: I don’t see a lot of fuck boy stories about Geto, maybe I’m just not looking BUT I’m making one, usually this would be for Satoru but that’s so borrring! Well Enjoy reading!
Throwing your hoodie with no bra on and your shorts that you knew he loved. You start to question whether or not you want to pack an overnight bag, you sigh out loud as you get frustrated feeling the nervousness start, and that always happened when you were about to see Suguru.
He just brought that out of you no matter what, even after the countless times he’s cheated or turned you down when you wanted something serious, he was just the guy that could trap you in delusion; and you were okay with that.
You turn your head to the sudden notification that popped up.
༯ꨄ𝓢𝓾
Come out when you’re ready, I’m taking you somewhere.
You quickly reply asking for a few minutes before running to your closet grabbing a nice black dress and running into the bathroom, knowing Suguru he was probably dressed in black too. You throw your hair tie after yanking it impatiently out of your hair.
Shoko sighs leaning up against the door frame, “you’re going out?” She asks lighting the cigarette that was in her mouth, you yelp at her voice pulling your dress on, fixing your boobs to make them look great. “Yes, and—are you smoking?!” You ask stopping your actions, and she cackles.
Grabbing your glitter lotion to rub it on your legs, arms, neck, and chest, along with a few squirts of the perfume Geto loved on those glistening areas and your wrist. ”not anymore,open up so I can see!” “Not yet lemme’ finish,” You then begin to do a quick natural look feeling as though it would save time. Again only Geto made you do things like this, for some odd reason you didn’t want to disappoint him, maybe that’s why it hurt so much when you caught him cheating on you that one time..and that other time.
You open the bathroom door for Shoko and she peeks her head in “going to see that dickhead huh?” She says making you blush at her question “I can’t just look good for myself?” Shoko laughs sarcastically zipping up your dress, “you know damn well you don’t wear that perfume unless you’re going to see that man.” She states running her fingers in your hair to style it.
You side eye her before looking back into the mirror drawing on your lip liner, she wasn’t wrong you couldn’t even lie, this is the only perfume you’ve heard him compliment you on, and you kept wearing it and because you see him so much the bottle is almost empty. “I’m just going out with him for a few,” you lied knowing she’d pick up on that too.
“Yeah and you obviously plan on staying a little longer than a few. You need to stop seeing him, he’s nothing but a player that practically spits on your pain.” She said wholeheartedly, you turn to look at her setting the pencil down, “I know..but I just don’t ever wanna lose him, I know I deserve more but can I really get more?” “Yes?” She answers causing you to roll your eyes “I’ll never get anything like this..” you say looking at her.
And it wasn’t even about the money, you seriously couldn’t imagine your life without him, he brought you so much joy just from seeing him smile, the money is just a bonus; “whatever you say just be safe..” she says watching you put your glitter lipgloss, she rolls her eyes and You buck your head at her.
“Listen, I’m not mad man, i’m just disappointed.” She says making you roll your eyes and walk out to your room to slip on your heals; “oh puhhlease I say nothing about your Dick appointments at 3 am” Shoko opens her mouth but just closes it nodding her head in acceptance.
You grab your bag walking out of the room grabbing your keys off the counter, going to the front door opening it, “I’m out!” You say throwing the middle finger up at your friend who yells “no kids please!” Before you shut the door in her ignorant face.
You quickly walk over to the car opening the car door and hopping in Suguru greeting you with a smile, “hey pretty” he says not being able to take his eyes off of you, he instantly felt his eyes wander your glistening body and he couldn’t stop himself from doing so, but damn..to be honest he didn’t have much intrest in taking you out anymore; he just wanted to take you back home and do whatever he wanted with you, the thought of your sweet moans taking over his thoughts completely, caused him to sit back to try and calm himself.
“Hey Su! Did you miss me?” You say grabbing your seatbelt after slipping your night bag into the backseat. “Oh how could I not? Mm..you smell nice y/n..” he says trying to restrain himself from ruining the stuff he had planned out, and to be honest you were at your limit to give in as well.
Sex with Geto was like a Drug, you couldn’t help but get addicted to it, his hard Cock ramming into you hitting spots a toy just couldn’t reach. He made your body reach limits no one could; And your cunt began to crave it just from being in his presence.
“I know it’s the perfume you love stupid..” I say slumping into the seat. “Ah yeah, it is, that’s why it smelled so familiar.” He said with a cocky sarcastic smile, you scrunch your face at him leaning over and up pressing your glossy lips on his and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, his thumb rested on your chin down to your neck holding your head in place and he peeked his tongue through the opening of your lips.
You groan, wrapping your hand on his wrist feeling you body shutter. He pulls away abruptly saying “you taste good too..~” smirking as he let you go causing you to pout up at him, “why’d you stop..?~” you whine looking up at him.
He chuckles starting the car, “you’re so cute—and because if I start I won’t be able to stop.” He says taking the car out of parked and began driving down the road.
You chuckle at the joke Suguru makes while gobble down a piece of your ribeye steak, “I swear that’s what happened..” he said through quiet laughter. You tilt your head at him in awe. “A lot seems to happen when you’re away huh..?” You say lightly poking your steak with your fork.
Suguru looks up at you his chewing slowing down, his face looking as if he was taking in the gravity of your question, “it would seem that way right..?” He says after swallowing his food.
You shake your head with a playful scoff, he’s always answering your question, with a question.
Then his phones goes off and he immediately checks it, “you gotta go?” You ask just for him to shake his head his eyes reading the text; glued to the screen.
You know Suguru, and you know what he does, you’ve walked in on him “accidentally” fucking another girl, not even a month before this dinner, and he hasn’t even apologized for it, so you couldn’t help but think; that he was texting her.
Suguru puts his phone away, concern written on his face when he sees your saddened face, “Y/n?” He ask his hand touching the top of yours; knocking you out of your intruding thoughts.
You put your fork down shaking your head, “sorry..” you say looking the man you loved in the eyes, “do you want to know who I was texting?” He asked abruptly solving the mystery quickly; the question shocked you. “Su’..you don’t have to do that..” “do you want me to do it?” He asked again his eyes piercing you.
You stand, “why would I want that?” “Because I know I hurt you, and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure I don’t do that again,” you sigh at his words, words you heard many times before, words you knew better than to believe.
“Sure..I’m full I’ll wait outside.” You say grabbing your purse heading out of the restaurant.
“I meant what I said..” Suguru said his hands gripping tight on the steering wheel as he drove back to his house. And he meant every word, he was trying his hardest to change, being with you made him so happy, he felt as though he finally had a purpose, all the other girls were just to blow of steam, how could he ever make you see it from his point of view?
You meet his split second gaze, “I’m here to stay this time..” he says reassuringly with an easy on the eyes smile, God you wanted to believe him, you knew his tactics, and he knew how to talk, even though you knew this time believing him was going to hurt you more, you found comfort in just knowing that he was here now.
“I hope so Su..” you say putting your hand on his and he nods “would I ever break a promise..?” And that makes you choke back a laugh. “Yes.” You said watching him cover his mouth to hide his obvious laughter, “I’m so sorry, that caught me off guard..” he said holding my hand.
You hum Walking out of his room in your comfort clothes, you sit in the couch with a sigh, You were back home. Geto walked out of the kitchen two cups of wine in his hands, he definitely knew how to swoon you.
He sat down handing You the glass gently, “I figured we���d take it easy tonight..” he said sitting back with his arm stretched out on the couch to pull you into his chest. You couldn’t help but feel anything but safe.
Suguru ran his hand up your arm taking a sip from his cup, “I missed this..” you say laying your head in his chest your glass rested on your crossed leg.
He looked at you cocking a brow jokingly, “are you—saying you missed the wine?” You roll your eyes as he chuckles nuzzling his nose on the side of your face. “I missed this as well; holding you like this and actually being able to enjoy my time with someone I care for..? It’s nice..” he says with a satisfied sigh taking a sip of his wine.
Your eyes gleamed at his words; that was another thing you loved about Suguru, his words made you feel like floating, and the best thing about it was that he meant every word, which made it mean so much more.
You take a sip of your wine finally laying your head back in his chest, being swallowed by his warm embrace.
**
The bottle now halfway full, the two of you sat and talked for what seemed like hours, talking about past trips just the two of you took; your legs now being tangled on his and his hand softly rubbing your smooth legs.
You felt the slightest bit tipsy but it was there, you knew because every-time this sexy man spoke you couldn’t help but stare intently at his lips, you craved him, more than anything in the world right now, one thing you loved about being drunk or tipsy was that; it brought the slut right out of you.
Geto continued to rub your legs, and slowly but surely every time he rubbed upward, he slid his warm hand higher causing your shorts to rise a little. You hitch unnoticeably wanting him to so desperately slide his hands a little higher.
To calm your hyper sexual mind, you gulp down the rest of your wine. “We should go on another trip sometime hm..? What do you think pretty?” He asked softly, his voice soft and soothing, matching his soft rubbing.
You hum, leaning the side of your body against the couch, “I’d love that..very—very much..” you say in a drunken slur, Causing Suguru to chuckle huskily. “I’m sure you would, I would love that too sweetheart..~” he coos leaning down kissing your leg, causing your shoulders to jump lightly.
Everything he was doing right now, was enough to make you pounce on him, but you knew Geto; he loves to play games, he’s a tease. And it brings him so much pleasure watching you squirm in impatience.
“Su..~” you whisper out as you feel his lips travel up your leg to your inner thighs, he scoops the glass from your hands gently placing it beside him without looking before he grabs your legs sliding you closer to him.
Suguru couldn’t help it or take it anymore, he’s been craving you since you sat in his car; he wanted to break you from this classy girl you play during the day, he wanted you to be a complete slut right now and the fact that he had to wait so long to bring that side out of you set his heart ablaze. “Don’t pretend you don’t crave it as much as I do..~” you whimper at his words as his hand hold your waist steady kissing your inner thigh getting closer to your throbbing clit.
“Just relax okay? I’ve got you covered pretty girl..~” he says reassuringly as he nuzzles his nose into your covered cunt causing you to hiss and hitch. He pulls your shorts up causing the fabric to squeeze tightly on your sensitive clit.
Geto couldn’t help himself, like a hyper kid in a candy store he was in his element. Watching your innocent act was enough to make his blood boil, and he couldn’t wait until you finally broke out of this character.
He hummed above you, sliding his soft hands up into your shorts, yet when his thumb grazed against your soaked underwear, a sex driven smirk plastered his face, “Suguru..~” you call out, your hips moving uncontrollably as if they had a mind of their own.
“I know~” he coos rubbing his thumb rhythmically up and down, he wanted to make sure he made You feel good, you deserved that much after all the shit he put you through, plus he knew that only he could see you this way, squirming beneath him, breathlessly begging for more, that made him attractively possessive.
You look down at him biting your lip to hush yourself, the sounds you made as he teased you embarrassed you in your core, but the wine mixed with the eagerness for him to fuck you, slowly began to push the embarrassing feelings you compressed down into nothingness.
“I hate when—you—tease me..~” you say brokenly, getting a soft chuckle out of him, “but I love it..~ I’m sure you do too hm..?~” he asked pushing his thumb through the side of your panties and pushing the tip of his thumb into your aching hole causing your hips to jump.
“Mm!~” you whimper out, biting on the sleeve of your hoodie, as he leans down closing his eyes and finally his tongue touched your pussy, swirling his warm tongue in circles against your twitching bud, “f..fuck!~” you curse out with a hard shiver hearing him groan in satisfaction in response.
Geto loved eating you out, feeling how wet you are in addition to his warm tongue and spit along with the sweet taste that quickly covered his taste buds, he couldn’t get enough of it, but the best thing he loved about it, was feeling you contract and squeeze around his tongue.
That was the best feeling in the world, and by all means; he was ready to finally drag the slut right out of you, not to forget, but the sheer heat that radiates off your pussy when he was down there was enough to make him lose his mind right there.
He slid his tongue into you easily causing you to throw your head back and squirm underneath him. He loved seeing you like this. He pulls his head back finally yanking at both your shorts and your underwear, causing you to yelp.
“I honestly don’t think I have it in me to tease you fully..” he says in a low tone teasing your now exposed hole with his two fingers, “then don’t..~ Su, please I need you more than—anything right now..~” you say pulling your hoodie up to reveal your breast. Using your own two fingers to pinch and pull at your nipples, Geto smirks laying his cheek against your inner thigh his eyes only on you.
“Isn’t this a sight?..~” he teases finally sliding his two fingers into your clit opening you up with ease. “Cmon Mama..~ show me how much you need me..~” he says softly curling his fingers up into you repeatedly knocking the breath out of you with one single thrust of his long fingers.
“Haah!~ please..~” you mange to get out, sliding your hands down your stomach, as if right now you wanted more than his fingers, and he knew that. “Please what baby? Be specific—what do you want..?~” he asks thrusting his fingers into you faster, lowering his head to flick his quick tongue on your twitching bud causing your hand to spasms on his shoulder.
“I want you to fuck me..~” you finally say looking down at him with teary eyes, “heh, and here I thought you were changing on me..~” he says jokingly as he pulls his fingers out of you standing to pull off his pants and boxers before he dug his knee into the couch pulling you closer by your legs.
Suguru was always so eloquent, yet sex brought out a side of him that was so irresistible, he was so good at making you feel as if nothing else in the world ever mattered.
You watch him intently as he pulls a condom off of the coffee table opening it with his teeth before stuffing his cock into it, and how impatient it made you as your clit started to crave being full by him, you look at his body and just behind beneath him like this was enough to make you wetter than you were before.
And without another word, he captivates your eyes starring down at you intently, “are you ready pretty..?~” he asks caressing your lifted leg with his rough but soft hands. You whine in response and he pushes the tip of his thick cock into you, before finally pushing himself completely in, finally.
Your eyes roll back as you feel this familiar feeling, “shit! Oh fuck!~ it feels—soo go..~” your breath is completely knocked out of you once he bucks his hips into you, causing you to frantically pull both of your legs up to hold them, “there she goes..~” he cooed replacing my hands with his holding my legs up in place pounding down into me.
The way he abused your g-spot caused you to start seeing stars each time he thrusted into you making your vision blurry and tearful.
Suguru huffed out, he had clear doubt that any girl could feel as good as you do. Your wet pussy completely squeezing around him so perfectly like a glove fitting on a hand, he couldn’t help but wonder what you felt like without the condom, which he has.
You pant out breathlessly your mind being captured by the sudden fullness in your belly, “daddy missed you baby..~” he says softly before he began to pick up the pace causing you to inhale sharply, “I missed you too!—Fuck! Right there!~” You call slapping the couch cushions beneath you for support.
Another thing you loved, usually when a women tells a man she’s close or that he’s fucking her in the right spot, it’s like something sets off in their brain to change speed, and where they intentionally were to make you yell that way, but not with Geto; see he knew when to speed up, or when to just pay extra attention to where he was thrusting already.
He hums at your request maintaining the same stroke allowing your legs to fall and wrap around him, “let me take it off princess..~” he says continuing to thrust referring to the condom to which when you nod repeatedly, he pulls out with a pop, before he peels off the condom and untimely shoving back in, tilting his head to the side in pure pleasure.
“Fuck..~ I can’t wait to fill you up..~” he whispered out hotly next to your ear, you wrap your arms around him as he starts to roll his hips up into you now, you shiver under him whimpering feeling the overwhelming feeling of him start to fuck your womb, you felt him deep in your stomach.
You claw at his back as he picks up his pace, the sounds of your cunt echoing throughout his living room, this is the loudest it’s ever been before, making such lewd noises that made you wanna hide away. He chuckles quietly, “you’re such a slut mama..~who knew that you liked to be fucked raw like this..~” he teases as he pounds down into you causing you to claw relentlessly at his back.
He hisses at both feelings leaning down into the crook of your neck making dark hickeys for everyone to see. The feeling of your gummy insides squeezing around him was enough to make him cum right there, he sighs out against your neck before going to the next spot sucking harshly replacing the harsh suck with his warm tongue.
You put up a fuss, whines and gleeful sobs left the back of your throat, you felt as if your entire body was going to explode. He kissed up to your ear planting gentle kisses to it before whispering “you feel sooo good..~” into your ear, making his thrust more intense and direct causing you to squeal in intense pleasure.
Your stomach threatened to pee, and you did not want to embarrass yourself on this man’s white couch, “Suguru wait! I-I have to pee!~” you warn your breath hitting his ear causing him to shiver as he continue to ram in your core.
Your pleads and cry’s of your near golden shower caused him to chuckle alluringly. “I assure you it isn’t that baby..~ just let it out I promise it’s—okay..~” he whispered in a free from harshness tone. Lifting you up into his arms holding you up and without a second thought you started bouncing your hips wildly so close you could feel your brain pop.
You rock your hips back and forth pushing his thick cock up against both your g-spot and Cervix shuttering as Geto slid his hands and gripped eagerly at the fat on your hips, “fuck..~” he whispers, watching you ride his Cock without any worry at all, made him feel as if he were in a dream, watching your sexy body roll back and forth as your hand gripped on the couch to keep yourself stable although he knew, he had you steady as ever.
You look down at him take one of your nipples in his mouth feeling sweat drip down the side of your temple. You were hot, and so eager to push both you and his cum out; you feel tears dampen your reddened cheeks “keep going baby~ you’re doing so good haah~— so good for me~ move your hips just like that..~” he groans out, in a encouraging tone.
“I can’t keep—it’s!” You feel your stomach turn with anticipation to cum all over him like he’s encouraging you to do. Looking down at his jet black hair being plastered to his forehead in sweat as his hips bucked a bit after staying still telling you, he was ready to cum too. “Cmon my mama, let it out for me, show me how good my cock made you feel..~” he whispered in your ear.
Yet once he was really ready he gripped your hips tightly pounding up into you causing you to scream loudly, “Yes! Yeah! Mmph!~” you cry out laying your head on his looking down to watch exactly what he was doing before your head fell to his shoulder from the harshness of his thrust. He holds you close, which pushes you on the edge and finally.
You tense up finally squirting and he feels this before whispering; “there you go..~” cumming all inside of you panting as he laid his head against your neck.
You held him so tightly as you worked your way through your orgasm, and he did nothing but return the favor. “Good job baby..~ you did so good..” he whispers soothingly planting soft kisses on my temple. “Cmon baby let’s go one more time, I know you can do it..~” he whispered lifting my hips for me. 
You two weren’t going to be finished anytime soon
You use the towel that was given to you to dry your hair walking from the bathroom into Suguru’s room with a sigh, you were tired, the strain on your body made you feel so droopy.
Plopping down on Suguru’s memory foam mattress that completely sunk you in when you laid down; you had the bed all to yourself Suguru out at the pharmacy retrieving your Plan B pill.
You sigh in comfort closing your eyes, you promised yourself to just take a little nap until he gets back, what could it hurt?
**
After a while you open your eyes Hazily to the sound of a phone going off uncontrollably. “Alright Shoko..” you say reaching for your phone just to look and notice. That you don’t have a single text.
You turn your gaze over to Geto’s nightstand where his second phone rested, lighting up and vibrating each time a text came through.
*ding*
*ding*
*Ding.*
The sound echoed throughout the room, who the hell is texting him like that? “Don’t overdo it.” You told yourself, Geto is a busy man, all of that could be buissness related; but what if it’s not.
That didn’t help, your mind wouldn’t allow you to believe that the person texting him like this; had anything to do with signing a deal. Fuck it, you lean over grabbing the phone hoping to God that, you were wrong.
You click on the message just to feel your stomach drop,the man you love has the nerve to not have a lock on his phone.
Rose
I need to see you again, yesterday wasn’t enough for me.
Suguru
I know, you will.
This is messages between a girl and Geto, and he’s responding with his other phone, the idiot doesn’t even know his phone is right here with you.
Rose
Where are you now? Can I see you now?”
Suguru
No, I’m busy at work, but tomorrow I’ll make time for you Kay’?
Rose
I want you now :(
Suguru
Patience, I promise I’ll see you tomorrow.
You wanted to puke, you felt like you might actually do so, these were fresh messages they just happened. You hum clicking your nails against the screen, no way were you gonna stand by and let this shit happen again.
In all honesty, you can have him, today and tomorrow.
You send in the message just for the line to get dead silent; you throw the phone screaming “FUCK!” In nothing but pain and betrayal; you actually trusted him, you wished that you could just hide away in embarrassment.
You quickly wipe away your tears rushing from the room to grab your bag as you frantically call your bestfriend, “I’m such a fucking idiot..” you sob out, “where is he? Fuck it I’m on my way!” Shoko says snatching her Keys from her table side.
Meanwhile you sat on the couch trying your hardest to calm down and then He walked in, “Y/n..where are you going?” He ask closing the door behind him, you of course ignore him, but just hearing his voice made you want to answer.
He sets the bag on the table, “can we talk?” “There’s nothing to talk about, I can’t believe I fucking trusted you.” You say aggressively wiping your tears.
It broke him to see you crying like this, all because of stupid him; Geto in the end just couldn’t help himself, and he couldn’t explain to you that despite his actions, he only wanted you.
Suguru stays quiet hands in his pockets as he contemplates what to say next. You stand going to wait outside but he moves in front of you, “move.” You say threatening to hit him with your bag by lifting it, “will that make you feel better..?” He said looking down at you with calm but panicking eyes. He just couldn’t lose you again.
“Get out of my way Geto.” You say again in a warning tone now as you mush him out your way but he grabs your wrist, “don’t leave like this, at least wait it out tonight, or..let me take you home? It’s late you can’t go out like this.” He says trying to calm you but instead you hit him in his chest over and over. “I hate you so fucking much! I hate you!” You cry out feeling as if you were going to puke.
Geto looked down at you with a pained look “don’t say that y/n..” he says trying to hold you close but you throw your phone at him hitting him in his eye, and you couldn’t care less. “Shit!” He hissed holding his eye as you walk out of the house sobbing feeling your world crash down on you.
You didn’t even feel this hurt when you caught him, but this time, he promised you. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you again, and here he is; hurting you like his word meant nothing.
**
Stumbling down the street trying to quiet your sobs you hear a car ride down next to you, so you turn your head just to see Geto roll down the window, “get in..” he says, thankfully his eye wasn’t bruised just scraped up. “You can’t walk around bare foot like this..” “you didn’t even apologize..” you say in a daze looking over at the man you still love.
He sighs leaning his head back “I wish I had all the answers to heal your heart right now..but I can’t..—“ he stopped unlocking the door, “please, just get in and we can talk.” You think for a few, before remembering the promise you made to yourself, and you weren’t the kind of person to break a promise.
“Just go home you have someone that you can fuck, that’s all you care about right?! That’s all I am to you! some pussy!” You yell to which Geto shushes you holding his hand up, “listen to me, that isn’t how I feel about you at all, you know that right?” You scoff at him and he slams his hand on the arm rest, “Y/N! You know that right?!” But he couldn’t have felt something other than Lust for you, That’s how you felt. That’s what you knew.
You swat your hand wiping your falling tears continuing to walk down the road, just for Shoko to swerve in front of him almost causing an accident. She leans over opening the car door, which you hop in almost wanting to jump in her arms, you felt like the worlds biggest idiot.
She glares at Geto through her review mirror before swerving off into the night making her way back to the house.
**
Geto sighed at the encounter, he felt his heart began to beat out of his chest as he put the car in reverse, he couldn’t think straight as the women he hurt so much drove in the car with her friend down the road.
Not to mention his eye, was fucking throbbing. As he makes his way back home, he dials Satoru’s number in a panic getting himself in the house dropping the keys on the floor.
He taps the back of the phone waiting frantically for his bestfriend to answer, sure he wasn’t the best person to call in situations like this, but he was his best friend nonetheless. Finally Satoru picked up the phone “Yo.” He says in a deadpan tone.
“I fucked up..” Geto said flopping back on the couch, “oooo Suguru Geto, fucking up? This should be nice~” his bestfriend says sitting up in his bed, “be serious right now idiot, it’s about y/n..” Satoru cocks his head on the phone, “Shoko’s friend with the fat ass?” He ask jokingly making Suguru’s eyebrow twitch.
“Shut up. Anyways she went through my phone,” Satoru looked at his best friend with a puzzled look on his face, “how the hell did she do that—you gave her the code?!” Suguru sighed shaking his head, “it was my work phone I don’t have a co-“ “dumbass, you know what, I dunno why you called me, you did that to yourself.” Suguru slammed his hand on the couch, “will you just listen!” He screamed receiving a childish giggle from Satoru.
**
“And now she’s back at home, ha..she said she hates me..Satoru..” he said and for some odd reason tears started to prickle the corners of his eyes.
Don’t get him wrong; Geto knew why you said that, he wasn’t that stupid. The thing that hurt him the most was that at the moment though, he truly felt that you did, but he felt like you had a right to which, you did.
“Suguru, can you really blame her..” the man on the other line said completely serious right now, not that he wasn’t before; but after hearing the whole story he couldn’t help but feel utterly sorry for you. Suguru sighed again shaking his head, “no..but—that’s why I need you.” He said turning his attention back to the phone.
Just to see Satoru pointing his index finger towards himself, “me?” He said with a now interested grin; “yes, see we met y/n through Shoko, and she’s not talking to me, I need you to text her and tell her when I come to the house to give Y/n back her phone and Hopefully talk to her, to just relax and let me talk to y/n” He said looking at the wall as his plan began to form in his head.
Satoru chuckled, “that’s the dumbest shit I have EVER heard, she doesn’t like me either, and to be honest if she’s mad at You she’s mad at me too.” He said laying back in his bed, “so swoon your way in.” Geto said demandingly.
Satoru cackled “I would never fuck Shoko,” “I’m not asking you to-haaa..just fuckin forget it,” Suguru said with an exhausted sigh, today has been a day.
Satoru thought for a few before saying “alright, I got you I’ll talk to her, now go put some ice on that eye pfft she fucked you up!” He said before bursting into full laughter which made Geto hang up quickly.
Suguru pushed his hand over his eyes to block out the light, He felt like such a fucking idiot.
**
You walk into the house hugging yourself Shoko close behind, a supporting hand on your back, “don’t beat yourself up about this Y/n,” you walk over to the couch sitting down pulling the strings on your hoodie to hide your face.
Shoko sighs, she’s known Suguru and Satoru for years, but once you became her roommate you asked her to introduce you to Geto so she did, with a warning label of course. That doesn’t help the crushing pain you feel each time he’s done this to you, and you’ve then known all four of them for two years.
Can you honestly still hate him? After everything Geto was the only man you really wanted. You love him so much, and that made you want to hate him so bad.
“It’s just so stupid..I mean he takes me out and takes me home..and fucks me so fucking good after making all these promises not to hurt me anymore! And I mean Shoko he fucked me so good I almost forgot who I was..” and that alone made Shoko cringe, “yeah but that’s all he’s good for: a good fuck and a empty promise..” “but that’s not true..” you state putting your cold hands under your leg.
“He makes everything feel so right, stepping back into his house and just being up underneath him made me feel at home..” shoko sat next to you, pointing towards the floor, “this is your home, you’ve fallen too deep into this man’s arms.”
Shoko says after standing grabbing a blanket, “I say you fuck Satoru.” Shoko says handing you a shot glass after pouring you a shot; you down it without second thought, “you really think I should?” You ask the most innocent look on your face when you do so.
Shoko shrugs clicking her glass with yours, “hurt him like he hurt you, of course he never has to know..” she said with an evil grin. You shake your head shaking the thought out of it. You could never fuck Satoru Gojo, that was the most absurd idea to ever pop up in your head.
Right?
“I’m going to bed..” you tiredly say standing having Shoko salute to you as you make your way to the room getting ready for bed.
Shoko watches waiting for the door to finally close before she pulled out her phone texting Satoru.
**
Satoru snuggled up in bed, through the situation with his bestfriend and work, he was exhausted to say the least, he scrolls on his phone scrolling through pictures on your instagram page, “he’s such an idiot,” he says to himself, Satoru couldn’t deny that the minute he saw you that day on campus that he lusted for you right there.
But Geto got to you first, and he knew better than to break bro code over a girl, but he instantly locked his attention to the message that made his eyes widen, it was Shoko and it said.
𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓴𝓸𝓼𝓪_𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓴
I need you to distract y/n, I don’t care when but your friend is a dickhead; do ur Gojo thing—distract her for a day to get her mind off of it.
Satoru couldn’t believe his eyes, he sat up a bit on his elbows typing back.
𝕲𝖔𝖏𝖔𝖚._.𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚
How the hell do you expect me to do that? 🤔
He replies waiting eagerly, he felt like a teenager again, plus what the hell did she mean by “Distract her”?
𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓴𝓸𝓼𝓪_𝓢𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓴
Satoru you know what I mean. 🤷🏻♀️
He gasps at the message, really? She wanted him to do what he does to other girls, to you? He was no better that Suguru. He laid back staring off into his ceiling just thinking; he couldn’t possibly fuck you.
Right?
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One Is Enough II
(part I)
in which Harry’s horny and you’ve got a smart mouth.
“Not tonight.”
This’ll be the fourth time just this week alone. Although, to him, it feels like the millionth. He can’t remember ever feeling iced out like this; blown off or punished so cruelly.
The front of his body pressed up against you, his head just aside yours as he tries to sway your answer. In their journey down to the opening of your pants, fingers hungry to undo the zipper, he lets his hands fall flat atop your stomach.
So you wince.
His frown lines deepen when he feels you to start to writhe a bit, trying to shake his grip off until he fully succumbs his release. Reluctantly he surrenders before letting out a sigh; sexually frustrated and completely confused.
He figures it’s better to just ask outright, “M’I being punished f’something?”
He sounds defeated when you turn to look at him, eyebrows knitted in confusion when he gets a look at how painfully uninterested you appear.
Yes and no. And perhaps you’re not playing a very fair game or even so much as giving him the benefit of the doubt. You’re mad at him for something he said without him fully grasping the weight of it. But you’re also a little scared, maybe, so what better way to sort that out than to completely withdraw and retreat. Maybe lie a little, too.
“Why would you think you’re being punished?”
His eyes widen a bit before his brows follow, raising them almost as if he’s challenging you to keep being dishonest. He knows he’s being punished, which is exactly why he asked. Now he just wants to know why. You don’t seem mad. Disconnected a little, maybe. All he wants is to fix that.
“Dunno,” he pouts, his hands reaching out to grab your hips and create a little less space between the two of you, “maybe ‘cos I’ve been dying to touch you and y’wont let me.”
He takes your pause in response to prove his case a little bit, work the middle and show you how you’re only punishing yourself. Pushing all your hair to one side was a good start, because he’s got full access to your neck now. And before he goes to lick that favorite little spot of yours he lets his thumb trail the line of your jaw.
“Won’t let me..” he trails, mouth hovering just above your own to taunt you, “spread apart those pretty legs..”
It has been long. That familiar cold shot of chills down your spine is a brutal reminder. When his mouth moves to your ear, breath hot before he leaves an open mouthed kiss to your jaw, you’re about ready to fold.
“Won’t let me fuck you,” he’s practically out of breath, he wants to so bad, “please let me fuck you.”
The frustrating thing with him is he knows all the right spots to work. He knows what strings to pull, how to be persuasive. A sweet talker. Most times it would work. Except when his finger brushes over your nipple beneath your tee, sore to the touch, there’s a bitter lull of realization. And now the words ‘one is enough’ are resurfacing in your thoughts.
“Just,” and he’s truly puzzled when you give him a soft nudge off you, “I really don’t feel well that’s all, Harry, really.”
There’s no time allotted for a rebuttal on his behalf. Before he can even open his mouth to get serious you’re walking off, an exasperated sigh lingering in the kitchen long after you’ve exited.
He’s left in the kitchen; hard, disappointed, and even a little annoyed. If you were sick, fine. He wants you to at least lean on him to help. He can play the doctor role quite well, and rarely ever minds if at all.
But you’re dismissive, avoidant; anytime he tries to talk, you’re abrupt in response or completely removed altogether. He won’t outright accuse you of pretending to be ill. He’s not a dick and yes, he has empathy. However he is fed up, especially right now.
He’s sat aside you at the dinner table, his sister, his mother, and a few friends scattered about right across from him. A pre birthday dinner was Gemma’s idea; something intimate to celebrate Harry in between his shows. And everything seemed fine. Conversation was flowing, laughter prominent, the drinks abundant. The champagne was popped before Gemma brought out the cake an hour ago, but you didn’t even touch it. And you’ve barely said a word all night.
“Oh no,” it’s your third refusal of the night, “ thank you though, m’alright.”
Gemma's brows are furrowed at you, freshly opened wine bottle pressed snugly to the palm of her hand as it teeters a few drops into a barren glass. Your barren glass; one that you didn’t even ask for nor want. Regardless it’s in front of you now and stained with a stray drop from the open nozzle.
Gemma’s in front of you also, eyeing you curiously as she repositions her arm so she doesn’t spill the half empty bottle of red wine all over Harry’s expensive white rug.
“Did we bring th’wrong bottle?” she doesn’t put the cork back in yet because she’s not convinced.
It’s definitely the right one; your favorite, even. It was a courteous gesture on her behalf and you even feel a tinge of guilt for declining. Especially because you know she called Harry in advance to ask what you preferred.
“Love,” his tone is hushed, exercising a bit of modesty as he leans in closer to your ear, “just have a little.”
You certainly don’t want to be berated, especially from Harry of all people. Not when just a few hours ago he griped on and on over a plate of Rigatoni about how stressful the baby has been, how glad he was she went down for the night. You couldn’t help but flinch when the ‘two under two sounds like a bloody nightmare’ remark came out of his mouth, piggybacking off a chuckle and squeeze to your knee.
“I don’t want any Harry” you hiss, but frown as Gemma’s expression remains the same, “m’sorry Gem, just don’t really feel like having a glass.”
Of course, there’s a much more justifiable reason. Any other circumstance and you’d be happy to divulge, not just in the wine but in what should be exciting news. Exciting for everyone at the table except the most important person.
A small shift in energy invites itself to the dinner table, likely because you just very blatantly snapped at Harry in front of guests. So Gemma redacts her offer, assuring you it’s no problem as she slides the bottle back to the center of the table. Jeff shifts awkwardly in his seat, instinctively reaching for his own glass to take a bit of the edge off. And everyone else promptly follows him, as well.
You’re a bit stiff in stature as you wait for Harry to recoil and move his arm off your chair. And he does, reluctantly but swiftly before settling into his own seat to create a bit of space between the two of you. It’s a little uncomfortable now; nobody really knows what to say. The expression on your face is a tell tale sign you’re keyed up and Harry’s meekly put off at your lack of manners.
“Hm,” his unconvinced hum echoes off the rim of the glass at his lips, “could be this mysterious illness she’s got.”
The needling on his behalf has been teetering on insufferable for days. He’s managed to really work your last nerve, especially tonight because this is now his 4th snide remark about your ‘illness’.
Leaning back in his seat, he tilts the stem of the glass up before raising his eyebrows at you. Almost like he’s challenging you, something he’s been doing a lot of since your dinner with Anne. He’s blissfully unaware of the mounting tension you’ve been combatting, unfortunately something that comes as a result of withholding a secret. But your patience has expired and you’re trying to refrain from digging the heel of your shoe into the toe of his loafer. Now you’re just fucking annoyed.
“Or could be that I’m 10 weeks pregnant,” your smug sarcasm is dry, drier than the red wine that's now dribbling from the side of Harry’s mouth, “cheers, though.”
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Platonic Yandere Paulie and little sister reader
Fix This
Yandere Paulie x Little Sister Reader
2.7k words
“I’m gonna kill him,” you panted out between breaths. Dock One of the Galley-La Company had finally come into view, and while you were relieved to have made it here, it was overshadowed by how pissed you were.
Why were you so mad? Because you just spent the past HOUR running from your brother’s gaggle of debt collectors. You aren’t sure who’s more stupid here. His dumbass for continuously taking out loans when he hasn’t paid back a single one yet, or them for being dumb enough to keep giving him money.
It would seem that you’ve got a target on your back purely by association. After years of not being able to get a penny out of him, they’re now trying to shake you down for money. Which, in your humble opinion, was bullshit.
You hop over the rope divider to enter the dock and look around. Paulie isn’t anywhere to be seen. If he’s left to do more gambling, you’re gonna strangle him with his own ropes.
Spotting one of your fellow foremen, you make your way over to him, “Hey Kaku, have you seen Paulie?”
“He’s been pacing the fence looking for you,” Kaku answered before even turning around to face you. Once he did, he looked surprised at your appearance, “You look whacked, did something happen?”
“Oh it’s nothing, I just spent the past hour running from my stupid brother’s bad decisions,” you grumbled. At this moment, all you wanted to do was sit down and catch your breath, but you needed to give Paulie a piece of your mind first. Possibly with your fists.
“There you are! Do you have any idea how late you are?!”
Speak of the devil. Without even looking at him you could feel your anger spiking again. This guy had the audacity to cop an attitude with you even though he was at fault. Kaku wisely went back to what he was working on, not wanting to be caught in the middle of this.
Paulie stomped closer and grabbed your shoulder to make you face him. With how mad you were, this was a bad move. The second you were turned towards him, you violently shoved him away. You were looking at him with nothing but contempt, and he visibly flinched from how scorching the look was.
He cleared his throat and found the nerve to continue talking, “Don’t give me that look! You’re damn near an hour late, where have you been?”
“Ask your debt collectors,” you seethed. Each word was ground out with malice as you continued to glower at him.
“What do they have to do with this?” Despite the question, you could tell he already knew what you were getting at. Yet here he was, playing dumb.
You threw your hands up in frustration, “Everything! From the second I left our home they were on my ass! It took me an hour to lose those pricks!”
“Why would they be after you? Are you also borrowing money?” This guy had the audacity to take on a scolding tone towards you. You want to throttle him.
Your hands shot out and brought him to eye level with you, “No, dumbass! They’re after me because YOU won’t fucking pay them!”
“Hey! Watch your language, that is not lady like at all!”
“This is not about my fucking language! This is about your stupid ass decisions getting me into trouble! If it weren’t for you borrowing money around the damn clock with zero intention of ever paying it back, this wouldn’t happen!” You shoved him away and took a step back.
Paulie fumbled for a minute to find a decent response, “I- I will pay it back, I just need to get lucky is all.” Well, that wasn’t a decent answer at all.
“You can’t be serious,” you stared at him like he was insane, which in this moment you think he was to be honest. “What do you mean you need to ‘get lucky’?! That’s never going to happen, you suck at gambling! You couldn’t win a game of poker even if you knew everyone’s hands!”
“Excuse you! Those games are rigged, that’s all! I just need to figure out how to play the system and I’ll make everything back and then some,” Paulie huffed indignantly.
Something about how he responded made your fury finally reach its boiling point, and you screamed at him, “Of course the games are rigged! That’s how casinos make money: by taking advantage of dumbasses like you!”
“What’s going on here?”
Both you and Paulie snap your heads toward the new voice. Mortification set it as you recognized your boss standing there. Iceburg just witnessed you getting into a screaming match with your brother at work.
“(Y/N) and Paulie are arguing because (y/n) was chased around the city by his debt collectors,” Kalifa readjusted her glasses while stating this like it was well known information. How she knows all this is beyond you. That woman must have eyes and ears everywhere, you’re sure of it.
Your resentment simmered down, but only from embarrassment. Tears burned at your eyes as you desperately tried to keep them from surfacing. This was humiliating. At the very least, Iceburg was a kind man and didn’t reprimand you. Instead he asked, “Is that why your jacket is torn? Are you hurt?”
“Torn?” That was news to you. Giving yourself a quick once over, you found what he was referring to. The seam on your left shoulder was ripped open. Oh, right. This must have happened when one of them grabbed you. You were able to rip yourself away, but it appears your jacket was a casualty.
“Yeah, that’s why. I’m not hurt though, just upset,” the jacket was shrugged off. You didn’t want to wear it if it looked like this. You could fix it tonight when you got home.
“It looks like you were hurt, unless that bruise is from something else,” Iceburg stepped closer and stared at your wrist. Sure enough, there was a bruise in its early stages forming on your wrist where you were grabbed. So that’s why it felt sore.
“Oh, yeah I guess that’s where it came from. I didn’t even notice that until now,” you mumbled. You can’t believe those guys caught you off guard enough to do this to you. Last week you took out three pirates with a plank of wood when they tried to skip out on their bill, but some middle aged loan shark managed to get the drop on you. Shameful.
Kalifa muttered something about this being sexual harassment, and Iceberg nodded in agreement. He gingerly held your wrist to examine it, “Do you want to take the day off? It would be a bad idea to strain this now and make it worse.”
You snatched your wrist away, “No, that’s okay! I’m fine, really! It doesn’t even hurt.” This wasn’t a complete lie. It was more so tender than outright painful. The last thing you wanted was to sit at home and stew on everything that happened, you would much rather be working.
Iceburg raised a brow at this, but mercifully spared your dignity by not forcing the matter. Returning back to his full height, he promised you that he would deal with the debt collectors targeting people that weren’t involved in their dealings. With that, he bid you all farewell and left.
The silence was heavy and uncomfortable. You could feel Paulie’s eyes on you, but you didn’t want to face him, lest you two start fighting again.
“I uh- I’ve got a job for us to work on together today, we should get started on that,” you took solace in the fact that he sounded as uncomfortable as you felt.
“Sorry, I already told Kaku I would work with him today, actually,” you lied through your teeth. Working with Paulie would be a horrible idea right now, you can’t imagine why he thinks it’s a good one.
“Seriously? Come on, (y/n), I know you’re mad but don’t be like this. It’s not a big deal, we can talk about it while we work.”
“Not a big deal?!” You snapped. Shit, you’re yelling again. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm down, you continue, “It’s a big deal to me. I mean it. If you don’t get your shit together and get your debts straightened out soon, I’m going to leave.”
Being harassed by his enemies is something you’ve been dealing with since you were a kid. Back then they would just follow you around for an intimidation effect, but it seems like the gloves have come off now that you’re an adult. Years of this have worn you down, and now you’re at a breaking point.
“The hell do you mean you’re going to leave?” His voice sounded shockingly cold, you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him talk like that. Especially not to you.
“I mean that if this happens again, I will leave Water 7,” you looked him dead in the eyes, daring him to challenge you.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yes, Paulie, I do. With my resume I could get a job at any shipyard in the world, so don’t test me,” you didn’t break eye contact once, hoping to get across how serious you are.
He was the first to look away. “I’ll get it taken care of,” is all he said before walking away.
Letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, you join Kaku with picking out lumber for some ship repairs, “Thanks for not ratting me out.”
“It makes no odds,” he reassured you. Kaku quickly glanced around and then leaned down to whisper, “I have to ask though, did you mean what you said about leaving, or was that all horsefeathers?”
Horsefeathers? You assume that means something along the lines of bullshit. Whatever, Kaku says weird shit all the time. You shrugged, “I dunno, maybe? I don’t really want to leave; I love living here, but I don’t want to spend my life facing the consequences of someone else’s actions, you know?”
Kaku hummed in acknowledgement and nodded, “That holds water, I understand you wanting to. Besides, a change of pace might be good for you.”
“You think so?” Honestly, you hadn’t expected him to agree and encourage you. It was nice though to have someone supporting you.
“Sure do! Paulie’s been in the ketchup for so long that I can’t imagine him getting out any time soon. Perhaps you leaving would kick him into gear?”
“In the ketchup?” You laughed, “I swear you’re making half these weird things you say up!”
“Am not! It’s a real saying, young lady!” His tone was scolding, but in a playful way.
“We’re like the same age, don’t call me ‘young lady’!” You elbowed him in the side.
You two fell into a comfortable and casual banter for the rest of the day, which was refreshing. It really helped to take your mind off the problem at hand and cool off. By the time you were ready to go home, you were feeling calm enough to be able to have a reasonable discussion with Paulie.
That’s not to say you weren’t still upset, but you don’t think you’ll be yelling at him anymore. Unless he says something stupid, but at that point whatever happens isn’t on you.
Typically, you’ll walk home together. In the mornings he leaves before you do since he has some extra duties, but in the evening you’ll usually leave together. Sometimes even stopping to get food on the way back. Tonight, though, he was already gone. Internally, you cringe. Is he still mad? You suppose it’s possible, you could tell that what you said about leaving really hurt him.
Walking back alone made you a bit anxious after what happened this morning. You were constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure you weren’t being tailed. Fortunately, you weren’t seeing anything suspicious. Did Iceburg really take care of this that quickly? Or maybe Kalifa handled it. Her kicks were no joke, that’s for sure.
Entering your shared home, you’re surprised to see that Paulie isn’t home yet. Was he avoiding you? How mature. Rolling your eyes, you toss your torn jacket onto the couch and go rummaging through the closet for the sewing kit you keep on hand for basic repairs.
You’d barely had a chance to start stitching the seam when the front door opened. Paulie came in looking annoyed. He didn’t appear to even see you as he stomped into the kitchen to grab something from the fridge. A beer, presumably. You sighed and resumed repairing your jacket.
His footsteps came towards the living room and came to a stop in the archway. It was silent for a moment, “You’re home?”
“Yep,” you replied. Why does he sound so surprised? Did he think you were just going to peace out after work?
Paulie joined you on the couch, the cushions dipping under his weight. You still hadn’t looked at him. The silence wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t as tense as it was at the shipyard. He took a long drink from his beer, “Please don’t leave.”
“Don’t drag me into your problems then. If it wasn’t for that I wouldn’t be thinking about it,” you answered stiffly.
“It’s not going to happen again, I took care of it.”
You scoffed, “You took care of it on the way home? What? Did you rob a bank? Or maybe some pirates?” Pulling the invisible stitch tight, you finally look his way. His hair is a mess and his clothes are dirtier than usual. Most noticeably, his knuckles were bloody. “What did you do?”
“I took care of it,” he repeated.
“How?” You pressed.
“That doesn’t matter, what matters is you promising that you aren’t going to leave,” he took another drink.
“It does matter, I want to know what happened!” From the context clues, it looks like he jumped them. You’re not exactly fond of those people, but they are just trying to get their money back. Beating the shit out of them feels excessive.
Paulie grabbed your face, forcing you to keep looking at him, “Promise me that you aren’t leaving! You can’t leave!”
You wrenched your face away, “God, fine! I promise! Now will you talk to me?” Paulie didn’t answer, instead looking away. You huffed in aggravation, “And what do you mean ‘I can’t leave’? I could if I wanted to.”
That got his attention. His head snapped back to you, his expression was fierce, “No. You. Can’t. You’re just a little girl. There’s a lot of horrible men out there that will take advantage of you the second they get the chance. You need to be here, with me, so I can protect you.” He didn’t yell, but his words were so venomous that it made you flinch regardless.
“Excuse me? I’m not a little girl, I’m a grown woman and I can handle myself just fine! I really don’t care for this sexist bullshit from you,” you stood abruptly with your repaired jacket in hand. If he was going to be like this, then you were going to go for a walk until he stopped with the misogyny.
You didn’t make it more than five feet before a rope was wrapped around your chest and yanked you back onto the couch. Whipping your head to Paulie, you made no effort to hide how pissed you were, “What the hell are you doing?! Untie me!”
“I thought you could handle yourself?” Paulie wasn’t even paying that much attention to you, instead casually continuing to sip on his beer. He was an expert knot tier, getting out of his clutches without something to cut the ropes was no easy task and he damn well knew that.
“This isn’t funny, let me go!” Your attempts to free yourself are futile. The knots only tighten more as you struggle.
“I’m not letting you go. You are never leaving, and the sooner you accept that, the better,” he states coldly, making no move to ease up the ropes. You can only gawk at him. This wasn’t your brother, he would never speak to you like this. Did your threat to leave really bother him that much?
You’re going to have to proceed extremely carefully if you want to get out of this situation.
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Siren Pt.2-Modern! Aemond Targaryen x Fem Reader
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen(Bass Player) x Fem Reader (Lead Singer)
Word Count: 2.3k
Content/Warning: !!🔞PLUS!!, Smut, P in V penetration, Spanking, Ass-play Virginity loss, Ass-Licking, Choking, Balcony, Grinding, Exhibitionism, Degredation and Fluff/Aftercare.
Author’s Notes: Now I know I’ve used “The Summoning” by Sleep Token for inspiration for another fan-fiction of mine (Taste of the Divine). But since I’ve heard this song and recently rewatched HOTD I cannot let go of the fact that this song fits Aemond so well. So I’m using it again for this, in my mind it definitely fits better in this scenario so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Oh he has a bit of an ass fetish…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the HOTD characters nor the song being used. They are used only for creative purposes.
After the bands opening night and the events that transpired later on Y/N was conflicted. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to him or that she didn’t like him. But one thing about band romances is they hardly ever end well and nothing but drama replaces what once was love. They were now touring in Europe; London, England to be exact. Y/N and the crew were riding on their tour bus to their destination. Aegon, Tommy(electric guitar player), their back up singers and Y/N were up front either sleep, on their phones, or singing. Aemond was in his room, he had isolated himself from the group when he did what he did and hadn’t spoken to Y/N since. He was ashamed of himself, he’d never done something so irrational, but she…she did something to him and brought something almost primal out of him.
He figured she’d never want to speak to him again and awaited the worst to come when or if she decided to tell the rest of their bandmates what happened. He decided to finish a song him and the band had record without Y/N. It was actually written for her, but he’d never admit it. Without warning a knock was heard at his door. “Come in..” And in she came slowly finding a place to stand as awkward as it was. “So I wanted to talk about what happened the other night. Why have you been avoiding me? You don’t just come into my room do… those things to me and then pretend I don’t exist.” She was frustrated for several reasons one of them being that she had been try to get that high feeling again and failed miserably every time. The other because she thought he used her for his own pleasure and basically threw her away like some old toy.
She got slightly distracted hearing the song playing and it sounded really good. “Wait who is that singing?” She wondered he sounded familiar and then it finally came to her. “Aemond…that’s you..” he sighed softly closing his laptop and turning to face her completely. “Yeah…me and Aegon were just fucking around. It’s nothing serious…and to answer your question I’ve been avoiding you because I took things too far with you. I should’ve never touched you in that way and you were intoxicated it was shitty of me and I’m sorry. You didn’t speak to me after that night and I just assumed I had gotten the wrong idea.” She huffed and sat at the corner of his bed trying to find the words to say. “I…I wasn’t mad at you…I just…you..you made me feel something I’ve never experienced before and I didn’t know how to say I want more or tell you I like you back.”
“Wait you like me back? So why the fuck did you tell Aegon the kiss between us on stage meant nothing?” She rolled her eyes and sighed laying back on his bed. “Because I didn’t think you liked me and because I know how band relationships end. They are never a good idea to get into…it just makes everything else difficult.” He listened attentively placing a calloused hand on her thigh squeezing softly before he climbed on top of her to give her a kiss.
“Band or no band you’re stuck with me you know that right? And you had Instagram and Twitter going crazy with that kiss. They’ve been what’s the word stanning over us ever since.”She pulled him in making his lips crash into her, but they were quickly interrupted, when Aegon came crashing through the door, eavesdropping obviously. She ducked and rolled off the bed running back to the front of the bus with everyone else. “Hey Bro, Y/N? What the fuck were y’all doing in here?” He mocked them with kissing and moaning sounds laughing at their obvious embarrassment.
It seemed like the bus ride dragged on for hours and finally they were here at the venue and Y/N was super excited for tonight she had something very special planned for tonight’s performance. As usual the concert goers can rushing in, the place was sold out and every seat was filled. This was going to be perfect she thought. She walked out on stage as usual relishing the chants and cheers as her band played behind her. She raised her hand signaling them to stop and she looked to Aemond with a grin on her face. “So everyone I’m sure you all know Aemond. The best damn bass player in King’s Landing!!!”
They all cheered and she laughed calming them to let her speak. “Well, I’ve got a surprise for you and him too. I just learned on my way here that he is multitalented and him and the band recorded a song. And I’ve only heard a few seconds of it so this will be a first for me and you all. So..without further ado, I welcome to the stage Aemond Targaryen!!!!” The crowd went wild chanting his name and he looked to her in horror she walked to him and placed her hands in his ear whispering. “Your going to do great babe.” She kissed his cheek moving in his spot so that he may take hers.
He stood in the spotlight the light was blinding, but he put on a brave face for her and flashed a smile to the crowd. Aegon signaled the group with the clicks of his drumsticks and they began to play and a voice almost angelic left his lips. Leaving Y/N in awe.
I've got a river running right into you
I've got a blood trail, red in the blue
Something you say or something you do
A taste of the divine
You've got my body, flesh and bone, yeah
The sky above, the Earth below
Raise me up again
Take me past the edge
I want to see the other side
See the other side
The crowd loved every second and still he left Y/N speechless. She had heard him messing around before, but she never thought such a beautiful sound could come from him until now. She felt herself being taken away with the music. Is this what love felt like she thought. He looked back to her and she sang background vocal improvising and he winked at her looking back to the crowd as he continued. His mind filled with thoughts of nothing but her as he sang. Calling to her the way his heart did so silently. The songs tone switched and there was a breakdown she had not expected. He walked toward her with his mic in hand and Vhagar on the side of his waist gripping at her hips and pulling her close.
Oh, and my love
Did I mistake you for a sign from God?
Or are you really here to cut me off?
Or maybe just to turn me on
'Cause these days
I would be lying if I told you that
I didn't wish that I could be your man
Or maybe make a good girl bad
I've got a river running right into you
I've got a blood trail, red in the blue
Something you say or something you do
The taste of the divine
You've got my body, flesh and bone
The sky above, the Earth below
Nothing to say and nowhere to go
A taste of the divine
She shuttered feeling his fingers trailing up and down her spine. He pressed his forehead to hers, chest to chest. Her heart skipped, his lips hovering over hers. He pulled away leaving her wanting. She was unbelievably turned on and it was easy to tell. Her pale cheeks were a rich red and her legs rubbed together trying to find some form of friction. He passed the mic to her kissing her forehead before scooting her back into the limelight where she belonged.
Tonight was another successful performance their were already headlines about the two of them from TMZ to MTV. They were sleeping at a hotel tonight due to their fans stalking the tour bus. Y/N gave him her room key and she went up to take a well needed shower. He let himself in and heard the shower running. He found himself looking around the large room. Checking out the large terrace that was attached to her room. A rather tantalizing idea popped into his head. Shortly after she returned from the shower wearing a crop top and black shorts that stop right above the cuff of her cheeks.
He moved in his seat pulling at his pants trying to remain calm, but she made it oh so hard to. He stood to his feet, seeming to levitate toward her. His hands found their place into the dips of her waist. Pulling her into him. “I should have my way with you for that little stunt you pulled, my little siren.” She blushed biting into her rosy bottom lip. She needed to stop before he devoured her very being. “You tease me and your not even trying. Can you feel what you do to me?” He groaned pressing his sweat pants covered hard on against her hip.
His hands slid into the back of her shorts gripping on her round flesh growling at how well it filled his hands. “Perfect..” He spoke in a hushed tone pulling away to look into her eyes. Her eyes low and filled with lust. His lips crashed into hers and she moaned into his mouth, practically melting into his arms. He picked her up by her ass cheeks and carried her out to the terrace where a table and two chair sat. He sat down with her straddling his lap. “I want you to rub your pussy against my dick.” She looked at him with embarrassed expression. “Out here?” He hummed. “Mhmm…” He positioned her perfectly pulling the back of her shorts down to cuff under her cheek. His hungry hands kneeling them like dough. Pushing and pulling them apart the cool air hitting her skin.
Soon she began bucking her hips against him his cock rubbing against her sensitive clit. His left arm wrapping around her to pull her against him and his right laying harsh smacks against her plump ass. She whimpered and moaned, the red tint flushing to her welting skin. He moaned at the sight and bit into her neck; pumping up into her hips. He spanked her until she was sore and sat her on the table pulling her shorts off the rest of the way. The cool feel of the table caused her to shiver.
He looked to her sweetly before flipping her so she stood on all fours and he stayed in his seat. He smiled at the view spreading her cheeks apart seeing the delicate pink flesh of her pussy glistening from the light hitting her slick. He licked his lips like he was starving. But that tight hole of hers was what he really wanted. He buried his face between her ass and his tongue lapped over the tight flesh of her ass her back arched involuntarily. His eyes rolled at the taste of her. She gasped and moaned holding onto the edges of the table his tongue greedily lapping at her ass and dipping into pussy every now and then.
“Gods…you taste so good..” he cooed as she mewled from the sudden suction of her clit. He smacked her ass again letting his thumb rub against the rim around her asshole. While he looked back at the mess she was already making. “Your such a dirty little slut aren’t you? You’re making quite a mess on this table I wonder if anyone can hear you.” He smiled wickedly and turned her to face him. He stood in between her legs pulling his cock from his pants letting the thick head rub between the slit of her gorgeous cunny.
She writhed in pleasure seeing her like this drove him insane he couldn’t take much more. “Are you ready, my love?” She nodded sweetly. “Please, Aemond…I need it…” she whined and he smiled kissing her to dull the pain as he prodded at her entrance slowly letting it give way around him. He buried his head into her neck and gasped. “You feel amazing, little siren.” He stayed still letting her adjust to his length and girth which was above average. She felt like she was going to break, she need him deeper. “M..More…” he looked into her eyes..”More? Well aren’t you greedy are sure you can handle more?” He laced his fingers around her throat giving her the right amount of pressure before he filled her completely.
She winced but moaned her eyes rolling back. ��Good girl you take me so well..” He began his assault pumping into her mercilessly her pussy gripping him like a vice with each pull. “Oh fuck..Aemond…” She called out his name like he always imagined. Was this dream? It couldn’t be it felt too real; too good. “That’s it baby let me make you feel good, baby girl. Let the world hear how good I make you feel.”
She grunted like an animal nails digging into his back the knot in her stomach tightening. She was so close to her release, but he popped her thigh denying her of it. “Please, I can’t hold on anymore..” He hushed her “Just a little longer I want us to cum together.” He continued hitting that spongy spot the drove her crazy, feeling her legs trembling uncontrollably. “Come baby cum on my dick, give it to me.” She screamed creaming all over his dick smearing it with her arousal his seed spilled instantly inside her.
The rode out their orgasms and he carried her inside. He showered with her a got her dressed in a large t shirt leaving soft kisses along her lips and neck. He carried her to bed and they spooned for the remainder of the night until they fell asleep.
To be continued…
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BRAT TAMING
Leon finally snaps after a day of you being a brat.
Pairing: Leon (fast and furious) x reader (smut)
“Calm the fuck down.” Leon tells you sternly.
He’s holding you tightly to his body, a large hand pressed firmly over your stomach keeping you nice and close to him. His other holding an arm tightly in his grasp.
You could tell he was furious and you couldn’t really blame him honestly.
You had been a brat all day. Running off this morning without saying anything to him. Ignoring him when he tried to talk to you. And purposefully spending your time with Brian who you knew had a bit of a crush on you.
The reason for all this? There was nothing better than Leon all riled up. And you loved the attention. Now there was nothing wrong about the usual sex you two had, if anything he was the best you had ever been with. But angry sex with Leon that was a whole new level and usually left you limping the day after.
Which is why when you should of been doing what he told you. Instead you where trying to wriggle out of his hold. Despite how much you liked it.
He lets out a sound of anger at you and you can’t help but feel turned on. Squeezing your things together slightly.
He grips onto your upper arm turning you quickly and pushing you roughly into the wall. You let out a gasp as you hit it hard. His hands holding you there.
“Your being a brat and a stuck up bitch so fucking cool it.” He tells you quietly. His face is stern brows furrowed in annoyance and he moves impossibly closer to you making you shrink into yourself.
This wasn’t out of nowhere. He had finally cornered you dragging you into his room mad and slightly concerned after the day and well you hadn’t exactly been nice when he’d asked what was up with you.
You squeeze your things together squirming as if that’s going to stop the ache between your legs.
He glances down seeing what your doing and let’s put a cold laugh.
“Seriously this is what this has all been about?”
You can feel yourself turning red and you look down unable to look him in the eyes.
“Hell no.” He tells you a hand coming up to your chin and forcing you to look at him. “You been a brat all day because you want to be dicked down?”
You don’t answer which only seems to make him more angry. He presses closer to you and you can’t stop yourself when you let out a moan as his obvious hard on is pressed against you.
You let out a squeak as you’re suddenly picked up and carried over to the bed before being deposited down on it.
You shudder as Leon crouches over you and his hands move there way up you waist to your chest and start to grope it.
“You gonna be a good girl for me now?” He asks you as you look up at him breath shaky.
You shake your head no fiercely and his eyes close in annoyance.
“Make me.” You tell him wanting to see how far you can push him before he snaps. Your voice wavers slightly as you say it and you can tell he heard it when he smirks.
You let out a shriek when your shorts are suddenly halfway down your legs, your underwear quick to follow. Your a blushing mess as you look at him surprised lying bare from the waist down.
It’s not for long as in seconds he has your top off too, thrown someone behind him.
His hands are on you again, squeezing your breasts harshly before groping down you. A satisfied glint in his eyes.
“No Bra? Naughty girl.”
“You going to fuck me or are you just playing around?” You ask him frustrated at the lack of action.
He rolls his eyes as you and suddenly he’s between your legs mouth around your clit sucking hard.
“Fuck!” You gasp out throwing your head back gasping for air.
His goes between lapping you up with his tongue to sucking on your clit.
Moans escape you as you get closer and closer to an orgasm from the feeling alone. Your legs start to shake and they close around his head but he continues anyway perfectly content eating you out.
“Leon!” You whine desperately bucking your hips towards him.
He shushes you but then he has two fingers inside you.
You moan out a sob at the pleasure as he moves them in and out, sucking on your clit.
“Fuck I’m close.” You tell him your hands gripping onto his hair holding him close.
A part of you worries he’s going to stop and punish you that way but your pleasantly surprised when he continues and then your orgasming. Your whole body shaking and eyes rolling back, hips rolling.
You let out a whine and try to move away when he continues with his mouth but he simply wraps both arms around your thighs holding you in place.
“Ahh,” you whimper desperately trying to move back. “Leon stop! I’m too sensitive.”
He stops briefly looking up at you. Your previous release coating his face and a serious expression on it.
“If your going to be a brat to me. Then you’ll be treated like a brat.”
And then he’s back down again, sucking even more harshly than before.
He makes you cum three more times, no matter how many times you try to get away he simply tightens his hold and continues. And when you get too loud a hand over your mouth and his fingers taking over. By the times he’s done your a mess. Soaked and shaky and voice hoarse from the broken moans you had been releasing. Body still twitching from the aftershock of them all.
Just when you think he’s finally had enough off punishing you he’s suddenly stripping off his clothes before getting in between your legs before pushing in nice and slow.
You let out a broken moan feeling impossibly full. Leon was in no way small. His arms wrap around your back keeping you pressed close to him.
“You sorry yet?” He asks you.
You shake your head no again and then cry out and he starts to thrust into you. He guided your legs up until they are wrapped around his waist and you cry as he seems to go even deeper into you.
“What a shame.” He tells you condescendingly as let out whines. He’s looking down watching your face the whole time taking pleasure in the fact that he is the only one who gets to see you like this.
A trembling moan escapes you as a particularly hard thrust moves your whole body. Leon smirks down at you but moves a hand to cover your mouth. His other moving to hold himself steady above you.
“Shhh. Don’t want to be waking up the others now do we?” He asks you condescendingly.
He continues his pace thrusting in and out at a steady pace. He lets out grunts and curses as you tighten suddenly arching your back forcing you even closer to him as he hits that spot deep inside you.
He thrusts in again continuing to hit it as he keeps going. The pleasure is too much paired with the sensitivity from your earlier orgasms and you can feel a large one coming.
“You sorry now?” He asks you and this time you nod wrapping your arms around him and tucking your head into his shoulder.
He lets out a laugh shaking his head in disbelief.
“Next time you want attention.” He tells you as you get even closer to going over the edge. “Tell me instead of flirting with Brian. Because if I catch you doing it again you won’t be able to walk for a week.” He promises and you can tell he means it. And with that you cum his words pushing you over the edge.
You clench around him harshly and your whole body shakes as you cum. Loud moans escaping you only slightly muffled from where your head is tucked into his shoulder. He comes with you releasing into you letting out a low groan. Hips thrusting into you lazily as he fucks you both through it.
When it’s done you relax back onto the bed only to look up in surprise when he starts to thrust again.
He laughs at the look on your face a teasing look on his face.
“You seriously thought that was you out of bother? That was just the beginning.”
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𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 (𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲…)
note: this is for my friend and the rest of y'all Spider Simps outchea. enjoy.
You hummed around his dick again and it was all Miguel could do not to fuck your throat. But he didn't want to give you the satisfaction. Not ever. Or yet. Possibly. Yeah...
"What's the magic word, baby?" You whispered once you came up for air. You kissed Miguel's leaking head. You kissed one taut thigh. Felt the power underneath your lips. Fuck, was it amazing to see him like this. To know that he could rip you apart if he wanted but he was restraining himself. You were playing with fire and you knew it.
And for his part, Miguel didn't know what he hated more, you for doing this or himself for allowing you to do this to him. But he hated it. And you. And what you're doing to him. And the way you're fucking trying his patience. Stop fucking playing with him. He's already fucking wound up tight and you're just... Shit. Your mouth. God, your mouth, just... just let him—
"I'm waiting." There you fucking go again, demanding him with that singsong voice of yours. Demanding him and now you're stroking him, the wet sounds of your saliva and his precum messing with his head, messing his senses up. Miguel bites down on his lip, not wanting to give you the satisfaction. His eyes are clenched shut, brows furrowed. Like fuck he'll let you see him like this; like fuck you'll make him beg.
But two can play that game. You're stroking him urgently now, bringing him close, trying to coax anything from those sinful lips of his. You almost hear it, a groan from the deep recesses of his being that would've had you moaning had Miguel not stopped himself, had he not given in. Because fuck you, that's why.
Miguel who is close again. So. Fucking. Close. So close without giving you even the satisfaction of hearing the full extent of his pleasure. He wants to thrust into your hand, wants to paint your goddamn face with his cum—you stopped. Goddamit, you stopped. No, no... NO. Fuck. Fuck this. Fuck all of this. And fuck you.
Miguel who, pride be damned, opens his eyes and regards you. You and your smirk, leaving his dick weeping and God, he was so close—. But he's angry. He's so angry and you love it. Frustration emanated off of him in droves. Teeth bared for you to see. Madness, aggravation, pure fucking want. There you go, Miguel!
But nah, you're greedy as fuck. You wanted to hear it. Wanted to hear him. And so you try him again. "What's the magic word, sweetie?" Your sickeningly saccharine voice never infuriated him more. You enveloped his dick again in your hot mouth and FUCK—
God. Just... fuck. Shit. Miguel didn't... he didn't know what he was asking for. Didn't know if he was asking for release, for more, for both, but he was asking. And he hated himself. And you. But himself more. Hated himself for allowing you to get the best of him, for giving in, for giving you the satisfaction. Miguel hated himself... because he wanted it so fucking bad. And if he wasn't so far gone, he'd wince at how he sounded so damn desperate.
"Shit, just—Just let me—let me cum; just—FUCK! FUCK! Okay, just let me—give me... Please..." There we go, baby boy.
But not all games had to end. You come up for air again, lips glistening and you're fucking smirking again. And in your sickeningly saccharine voice, you answer and Miguel hates you (and himself) all over again: "No."
#request fill.#nsfw.#cutie 𝓠.#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#spider man: across the spider verse#marvel#spiderman 2099#across the spiderverse
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I know it’s over (Charlie walker x reader)
Summary: the end of a relationship that never really happened?! Charlie Walker thinks he’s in love with reader. Reader is in love with Charlie
warning: sexual topics, cursing, power struggles, lack of communication/ boundaries, friends with benefits, toxic relationship , smoking, brief drug consumption
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You made your way to the brunette’s window. Trying not to wake him as you slid open the delicate frame. Finally lighting the cigarette you held in between your lips for the last few minutes.
You sigh in relief. Smiling as you felt your lungs warm up.
You felt at ease in the boys room, happy to be around him.
You’ve liked the boy since you first laid eyes on him. Your brain quickly idealizing the boy that slept gently beside you. Light snores escaping him ever so often.
Rubbing your face softly to keep warm from the cold air. Letting ash fall off your cigarette trying not to make a mess inside.
Hearing silent bed creaks. You put out the cigarette. Placing it into the ashtray the boy left out for you weeks ago.
“Hey, you alright?” He asked, his voice husky from his deep slumber.
You nodded stretching a bit before climbing into bed again.
His eyes were closed, a tight smile plastered onto his plump lips as he makes more room for you to lay aside him.
The boy feeling relieved as you settle down beside him.
He smells the cigarette off of you. Smiling harder realizing he’s become accustom to the strong odor. Taking a liking to it since physically being with you. Cigarettes and expensive perfume.
“Charlie?” You say.
“Hmmm” he quietly hummed.
“Why don’t we ever hang out at school? I know you said your friends wouldn’t get me, but can’t i just say hey, or something like that?”
He rubs his face, trying to find a way to nicely explain how he doesn’t want you hanging out together publicly. He wants you two to live together in your room or his (like tonight). Like a dream he and you only share.
“Y/N, you’re an amazing person. The people who I consider my “friends” I don’t really know if they’d like someone like you. You’re different, they wouldn’t understand what we have” he says hoping you won’t question his motives.
“Oh” you say too tired to argue with Charlie.
“I would love to be with you at school” he continues.
You turn your head towards him before speaking again.
“You always say that” you giggle trying not to cry, tired of the boy constantly saying the same thing over and over again.
“I know, I’m sorry you feel stuck. I’ve told you why it wouldn’t work for us” he tells you reaching for your hand.
Gulping down whatever fight you had left in you.
“Doesn’t it make you.., I don’t know. Sad?” You curiously question.
He sighs to himself, still drowsy from you two fucking like rabbits. He takes a few seconds to answer.
“Yeah, it makes me upset. I try not to think about it, helps me sleep” he lie’s trying to play cool. Making you even more frustrated with the situation you share.
You nod your head, not knowing why you constantly find yourself laying with the boy.
You thought he genuinely liked you. He’s the only boy you’ve ever been able to hold a conversation with for hours without getting bored of each other.
Or so it seemed that way at first. He’s playing you hard and you know it. You deserve better, but your heart is attached to the long haired boy.
“Y/N?” You hear.
“Mhmm” you now hum.
“Don’t be mad. I know it’s difficult to understand right now. We have something special” he insists, squeezing your hand even tighter.
“Yeah, special” you sarcastically repeat turning away from him.
He huffs, moving closer to you. Both of you sit in silence. An uncomfortable tension growing in the air.
“I don’t know what to say, I don’t know how to make you understand I only care for you” he tells you.
“Hold me. Call me yours, just say you like me for fucks sake!” you angrily shove the boy.
He smiles, amused by your desperation. He knows he genuinely likes you, just not enough to be with you. At least not at the moment. He was so close to scoring with the girl of his dreams. He just feels it, any of these days the blonde would be his.
“Shhh, my parents might hear us” he laughs knowing damn well they left for a short vacation together and wouldn’t be back anytime soon.
“Charlie!” You whine
“I like you. You should know this by now” he says his hand reaching for your face tracing your features.
You give in to his soft embrace falling asleep as he held you.
…
Charlie watches as the waitress refills your cup with coffee. Your second cup, doesn’t understand how you can drink it without any milk and little to no sugar.
He doesn’t question you, just assumes you like to torture yourself.
You look at the menu in front of you. Overwhelmed by all the options available at such early hours.
“You know what you want already?” you ask the boy in front of you, eyes still looking at your menu.
“No, not yet” he says. Watching you intensely scan the laminated piece of paper in front of you.
“I.., I’ve been meaning to ask you something” The boy says.
You look up, your eyes cold showing no emotion.
He gulps.
Not knowing how to word this.
Both of you nervous in what the other has to say.
“Have you’ve been seeing anyone else besides me?” he asked.
You want to laugh at such a ridiculous question. He knows you’ve only ever been with him.
“No, what makes you think that?” You ask.
“I’ve been seeing someone” he announces searching for some type of reaction from you.
You nod: “okay, are you fucking them too?”.
Your demeanor is calm. Words hitting the boy like ice.
You can feel your heart pounding trying to focus on your surroundings other than the boys confession.
“Does it matter?” He asked, trying to break you.
“I mean, yeah It kinda does matter. You didn’t wrap it up last night. Kinda just fucked me raw” you tell him seriously.
He sighs.
“No, I’m not sleeping with her” he says looking around.
“So, what do you want? What are you trying to say?” You begin cross-examining the boy in front of you.
He rolls his eyes a bit stopping himself before making you upset.
“What am I trying to say?” He hums annoyed.
You groan.
“Yes Charlie. What are you saying? Are you telling me you want to end things between us. That’s fine, that’s up to you. I’ll leave if that’s what you want. You want me to stay around like some emotional punching bag like you always do? What is it?” You profess slamming your palm onto the table in front of you two.
He squints his eyes at the noise. Coffee spilling over the table.
You exhale. Raising your hand to get the waitress attention.
Asking for a towel to clean the mess you just created.
“Thanks, he’s ready to order” you tell the older woman.
She nods her head taking the warm damp towel from you.
Charlie sits in silence. Watching the sun rise through the window. Watching your figure slowly disappear into your car. You left him stranded at the diner.
…
“You look awful” the blonde tells Charlie.
“Yeah, I know” the boy laughs.
He can feel his stomach erupting with emotions.
“Didn’t sleep well?” She asks.
“Yeah, something like that” he tells her rubbing his face recalling the last few days he spent with you.
“Bummer” she says continuing to work on the project in front of her.
Charlie gulps, he’s gotten used to you questioning everything he has to say.
“Yeah” he mumbles.
He turns looking out the small window on the classroom door. He could have sworn he saw you passing by with your group of friends smiling as the last period was coming to an end.
He’s felt love sick since you left him at the diner, missing whatever you had to offer him.
Doesn’t matter if you wanted to yell at him maybe even chop his head off for being such an asshole towards you.
All he wants is for you to pay attention to him again.
“Fuck!” He shouts.
The blonde is wide eyed at the boy’s sudden outburst, the whole classroom is.
“Mister Walker, what’s wrong?” The teacher questions.
Charlie shakes his head shoving his belongings into his bag.
“I gotta go” he manically says, a hand running through his hair.
“You can’t just leave we still have 15 minutes till the bell dismisses u-“ Charlie briefly hears the teacher saying as he let the door shut behind him.
He’s panicking, not sure if you were around. He rushes towards the schools exit hoping to find you or your friends.
“Y/N?” He’s shouting.
You hear the faint callings, ignoring the familiar voice you longed for.
Leaning against your cars door smoking a blunt you passed around with your friends.
“I swear I hear someone calling your name, like it’s not just this talking” your friend laughs.
You shake your head making yourself small so the boy wouldn’t see you.
You just can’t get yourself to look at him. You need time to collect yourself, he’s taken so much from you over the last few months together.
“Eww, it’s the film nerd!” another friend squeals.
You want to hide from him, your friends, everyone.
“Y/N! I’ve been calling your phone all week” He says panting obviously exhausted from his search for you.
You’re looking at him, embarrass for whatever he has to say.
Your friends are hysterical over the boy even knowing your name.
“Do you even know this guy?” Your friends giggle.
Looking at him , then back to them.
“Yeah. I’ve been fucking Charlie for the last six months” you admit.
Your friends are shocked, they feel betrayed. Why didn’t you tell them? You’ve always told them everything.
“Wow, isn’t that great! You’re a real piece of shit aren’t you” one friend says leaving you to be with the boy.
“Whatever” you say as they all start walking away.
“I’m so sorry, for everything. I’m sorry for playing with your emotions. For using you, not paying attention to your wants and feelings. Shit I’m sorry about your friends, you’re not a piece of shit, I made you do it. I forced you lie to everyone. Why’d you let me ruin your life?” he practically vomits out.
You sigh listening to what the boy had to say to you. You’re feeling distant, almost as if you’re floating in and out of yourself.
“You want me to forgive you? You want me to take you back into my room. You just want to sleep with me, you don’t even like me Charlie” you softly tell him.
“You’re not listening. I never asked you to forgive me, I just want you to know I’m genuinely sorry in how I treated you. Don’t you get it Y/N? I’m in love with you” he says.
You roll your eyes, sighing at the scene the boy has created.
The parking lot is full of commotion as school is out for the day. Eyes turning to you two every so often.
“You’re interested in someone else, remember?” you spit out. Frustration consuming you.
You don’t know why you’re still listening to the boy talk, should have just got into your car and left him like you did the other day.
“I was wrong!”he cries out.
“Wrong about what?” An unfamiliar voice asks.
You grunt to yourself once you realize who it belonged to.
Kirby Reed, the girl who actually held Charlie’s heart.
“Kirby?!” The boy nervously gulped.
The boy looks terrified as if he was caught stealing.
You decide in that moment it was your chance to escape.
You don’t say anything, gently pushing the boy away from your door.
“Y/N, wait! Please it doesn’t have to be like this” he tells you ignoring his friend besides him as you drove off.
“Why are you talking to Y/N Y/L/N?” Kirby curiously asks unaware of the situation between you and Charlie.
Charlie shakes his head, his hand vigorously running through his hair.
“i.., I’m in love with her” he coldly admits.
Almost glossy eyed over the broken connection.
“Oh?” The girl responds. She thought Charlie liked her.
“I’ve been sleeping with her for months now” he continues unaware the pain he’s causing the blonde next to him.
It’s not like Kirby likes him? She just loved the attention she received from the boy.
“She’s pretty, we had gym together freshman year” she chokes out.
He shakes his head, leaving everything behind in that parking lot.
#fanfiction#fanfic#scream 4 fanfic#charlie walker fanfic#Charlie Walker fanfiction#charlie walker x reader#scream fanfic#charlie walker x y/n#Charlie walker#rory culkin x y/n#rory culkin x reader#rory culkin fanfic#Rory culkin fanfiction#scream 4
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Stay - stepbro!eddie x crybaby!reader
This is mushy and angsty but here it is
Warnings: arguments, reader is sensitive, mention of parent loss, crying
A/N: I know we don’t know if his mom is alive or not but for the sake of this story she isn’t
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It was a Friday night, and your friend was having a small party that they invited you to earlier that day at school. You excitedly said yes, knowing your mom would most likely take you. She would, because it’s just a small get-together (that she doesn’t know will have alcohol and boys). But, when you got home that day, you arrived to find the driveway empty. Eddie’s newly arrived van made one car total.
“No, where did she go?” You question out loud. Wayne was probably at work, you didn’t really care much what he did.
“I dunno. Maybe she got tired of you and decided to run away.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
You get out and slam the van door hard. You wonder if he thinks being a prick is funny, because it definitely isn’t. It just made you even more mad, joke or not.
Eddie just shrugs, you’re always moody.
In your bedroom, you were wracking your brain trying to think of someone you know with a car. You couldn’t, though, not really, because the loud and shrill sounds of Eddie practicing guitar on the other side of the wall were ringing in your ears. You bang on the wall with your fist, hard, one time. It stops, and you take a deep breath. Now, what were you thinking…
Again. More guitar. He wasn’t even playing it well, probably shitty on purpose. You bang on the wall again. “WILL YOU FUCKING STOP?”
“You’re such a goddamn crybaby.” He shouts back.
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After much pondering, it was the unfortunate conclusion that Eddie was your only option. You swallow your pride and go knock on his door.
“What?” He calls.
You don’t answer, just push the door open.
“I need you to take me to my friend’s house. You’re the only option, please?”
“I just uh.. yeah, I just don’t feel like it. No thanks.” He says with a smartass attitude.
“Why not?” You ask, voice breaking. You wish that didn’t happen. Now you’re just proving that you are, indeed, a crybaby.
“Like I said, don’t feel like it, plus you’ve been a shithead to me all day. Why would I do you a favor?”
Tears spill from your eyes and drop down your cheeks.
“You’re so mean, I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you.” You cried, leaving his room and slamming his door.
Frustrated. That was the word. So beyond frustrated. You went to your room and just cried. Once you finally stopped, you had to go to the phone and call your friends who were already hanging out and tell them you wouldn’t be able to come. They sound disappointed, and so do you.
You say goodbye and that you hope they have fun, headed back to your room. Whenever your mom gets back, you’re gonna tell her you hate Eddie and don’t want to live with him any more. You made it a plan. You weren’t the one in the wrong, he started it by making that mean joke.
He knows you’re sensitive and it’s just like he doesn’t give a fuck. Evil. You just lay in your bed, frustrated, staring at the ceiling with a couple of tears spilling every now and then. You just wanted your mom back, she was nice to you.
Your door opens without a single knock beforehand.
“Fuck off, Eddie.” You say without even looking at who it is, sniffling.
“C’mon, you’re still crying? You know I hate to see you cry.” He says gently.
“That’s a lie because you’re the one who fucking makes me.”
“Just because I wouldn’t drive you somewhere, you hate me? Really?”
“No. Just because you’re evil and mean.”
“God, you sound like all the people who bully me at school. How am I evil? That’s a little bit of a harsh thing to say.”
“You don’t care about my feelings, you don’t care about anyone’s feelings.”
“I came to check on you because I care. Okay? I care.”
“No.” You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“I didn’t mean to be mean to you. It’s just hard to keep my cool sometimes, because you’re fucking crazy. That’s not an insult, that’s just a fact.”
“Whatever.”
You have your back turned and he comes to sit on your bed.
“Just be happy again. I’m saying I’m sorry.” He sighs.
You peek over your shoulder at him, then turn around. You glance down at his lap and he notices right away, scooting up against the headboard and holding his arms out. You crawl into them, making yourself as small as possible.
“There you go. Sweet girl.”
He wraps his arms around you and squeezes.
After a few minutes of just holding you, he proposes an idea.
“How about we watch a movie on the couch? You can bring your little blankets and stuffed animals.”
“That’s your only idea. We ALWAYS watch movies on the couch.” You grumble, trying to hide your smile because you’d really love that.
“Well it’s better than going to parties and stupid shit like that. With this, I’ll know you’re safe. You know that’s why I try to keep you at home as much as I can help it?”
“Wha- what do you mean?”
“I don’t like when you leave. You never know what could happen, I could lose you forever.”
“That’s a little dramatic, I won’t die just because I want to go hang out with my friends.”
“Y/N.”
He looks you in the eyes.
He had confided in you before that that’s exactly what happened to his mom, she left one day, off to “have fun” for one night just like you wanted to do and she never came back. She died. You don’t think he’s worried as much about you dying, because that’s not realistically going to happen to you, just the idea that there are no guarantees you’ll ever come back to him.
“Okay. I understand.” You affirm.
“Thank you, pretty girl. You know I need you.”
He really did try to ruin your plans all the time, but you’d never thought about why.
Tears sting and threaten to spill from your eyes, but you’ve already cried a lot today. You quickly flick them away and hop up.
“What movie?”
“Your choice.”
“Oooh, yay.” You start gathering your things, your blanket and stuffed animals to bring down with you. You grab the bigger blanket so that both of you can share it and a pillow just in case one of you falls asleep. Probably him.
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You hear the sound of the front door unlocking and being pushed open with a creak. Your vision is blurry, clouded with sleep, but you squint your eyes open to find your mom arriving home. Finally.
“Oop, sorry sweetie. Didn’t mean to wake you up. You two look so sweet and peaceful.”
“Hmm” you mumble confusedly and look down at yourself. You and Eddie are cuddled up against each other beneath the large knit blanket, you had fallen asleep in his arms and he fell asleep too. The TV was off, the movie long being over, and you just rested your head again and drifted back away.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x fem reader#stepbro!eddie#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x reader
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Ferro Rosso Chapter VI
Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Female reader digital artist older woman
Summary: on your mids 30’s you never imagine you’d be divorce. To help with the healing process you decide to return to you first love: digital illustration. Posting videos of your art online leads you to work for Ferrari. But you never thought it’d lead you to find somebody that’s going to bring you back to trust again in love.
Warnings: none, this one it's pretty much fluff. Some swearing.
Disclaimer: Again, this one it's fluff but these two did get something out of their chest that they wanted to get out. And I’m pretty happy with how their conversation went.So after this one, things are getting spicier. So bear with this fluff chapter one more time, please. I promise spicy stuff is coming. It's a short one.
All the previous chapters are here
“You think you can play me like this .. like I don’t understand anything? You think just because you’re older I won’t feel like you’re using me and I’m some stupid kid? You think you can take me for a joke?”. Charles's words ramble out of him. He’s been keeping all inside.
You walk back inside the room pulling him with you, you can’t have this conversation out in the hallway.“Using you? For what? I got where I am because of me! Be very careful Charles” you warn him.
“You know what? You’re right! You don’t need me because you’re older, wiser, and more experienced. You just wanted the fun times with the cute boy with no strings attached.” Charles says, even if that’s not what he really thinks, frustration had taken a toll on him.
Now you’re not sad or frustrated anymore. You’re mad. “We both enter this physical relationship knowing what we were getting into it. You're not a boy you're an adult as same as I am. So don't give me that crap ok?”.
Charles crossed his arms on his chest. “I thought it would be just that. A physical relationship. We’d meet, we’d have fun, and go back to our lives. And it’s funny because I’m usually the one who doesn’t get attached…”
You cut him “When I tried to contact you you ran away from me, ignore me!”
“It wasn’t like that! I got scared. I was too out of control. So I just stopped talking to you, to everyone” he says lowering the tone.
“Very mature of you Charles” you say in a mocking tone.
“You can make fun of me if you want to, but this is me being honest!" He points at you near your face "I am out of control! You seem to be so much ‘older and wiser’ and I’m just this young dumb kid…” he says mocking you now.
“I didn't say that. I felt so stupid wanting to contact you, wanting to know how you were, feeling sorry for the horrible races and you just ignored me. Can you understand that?!” now you were getting things off your chest.
“ Can YOU get it? Or you’re pretending? or maybe I’m some kid you can use and throw away like a piece of trash? That fucks all the women he can without even caring” Charles feels like his head is going to explode. Blood pumping into his system like crazy.
Both of you are so into your own battles.
“Oh god! you are not getting me. I come from a divorce, a bad one, you are the famous f1 driver, rich and famous and you can have any girl you want. You came to me we had fun and we agreed that it'll be just that. And then when I try to contact you and you show up with your girlfriend showing her off. How did you expect me to feel?” There it is, this is what’s been bothering you really.
“Oh, so this about my fame and my money now? You think I’m taking all the advantage, is it? You think I’m just playing around like a kid because I can have any woman I want? You seriously think I don’t have any feelings? Just because I’m an f1 driver?, you think I don’t get hurt? Don’t suffer?”. The pressure it’s real for Charles, and he is slowly losing his mind, and you’re not helping either with all of this.
“Well, that's what you are showing me lately.” you just reply and wait for his answer.
“Damn it y/n! You have no idea what I’ve been through in my career! All my pain, all my tears and all the hard work I’ve put in to make me one of the best drivers on track. You have no idea how much I’ve suffered and you think you get to judge me? You think you can tell me how I should act, when you have never been in my place? You have no idea the pressure, the stress I have to go through… and yet you think you can judge me?!?” Charles answers you with holding his head between his hands, eyes open in shock and frustration.
Maybe he is right, you don’t really know it, but still you think he is not right. And he still thinks you’re being unreasonable.
“You know what Charles is fine! You win, you're right I'm the bitch here, I'm the one who's wrong...this (pointing the space between you two) isn't working. I was right that we should keep our distance from each other.” It’s all you have to say at that. There is no argument anymore, neither of you is willing to let go of whatever is holding you back from each other. And he has a point.
“And there you go again! Trying to run away. You just want the fun and games… and then when someone gets hurt or gets too close to your emotions, you blame them for having feelings. Well, you’re not gonna run away that easily from me. I want you to admit that you care.”. Charles says stepping closer to you.
“For the love of god! when did I say I didn't care! I do, and that's the problem!.” you answer him looking into his eyes. And he is taken by surprise. You do care, and he does too.
“Okay, then show it to me! Show you care for me! You wanted me to show I cared and here I am. So now is your chance, show you care. Don’t just say it, don’t run. Show you care.” He says grabbing you by the wrist preventing you from move away, which you try, but he wont let you.
You feel so expose, he is looking into your soul now.
“Tell me the truth. Am I just a toy for you? Because if it’s just about the fun times, I can leave you right here and never talk to you again… Answer me” Charles is slowly disarming you.
"No, you're not..." your words bearly audible.
He moves even closer until his lips are just a few inches from yours. All his anger has subsided and now he looks at you with fiery eyes “Then why do you push me away... Why?”.
You smile and look down. “The same reason you did it. Because I thought you didn't want any more than sex with me.” I whisper.
“So we’re both cowards, huh?” he says looking at his feet.
"We're both proud assholes..." you admit.
“Then we should stop being so proud. What do you say?” Charles finally says as he slowly leans in and kisses you.
You just respond with another kiss, this one it’s deeper. Hands everywhere. Things start getting out of control rapidly.
“We should stop. You have to go back” you say between kisses. Snapping both of you out of the frenzy.
“Right!” he says stepping back and covering his mouth trying to control himself.
“We have a three-week break, we should take this time to think.” You look at him trying to figurated what he is thinking.
“Or…” he comes back with answer “I can visit London, you know for my vacation, and if you happened to be there, then…” he comes closer “...we can hang out”
You nod taking his suggestion. “Right ok…sounds like a plan.”
"All right then firecracker...I'll text you ok," he says resting his forehead on yours.
It takes more than a few minutes for you two to say goodbye.
The 3 weeks break ahead is looking pretty good.
Now that they got their mind straight how will this relationship develop? Will it develop? How will they manage to keep all the balls in the air? Will passion and romance betray the secrecy of what they have? There is a whole lot of things to deal with.
Let me know what you think, please.
#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc fic#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x y/n#charles lecler / older woman#charles leclerc/you#reverse age gap#reverse age gap relationship#older woman/younger man#f1 fanfiction#f1 fanfic#ferro rosso
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Where do i begin.. i guess im just gonna rant really. I only fairly recently (as a month or so ago) became anti endo. And to say that takes a lot, really. I used to be a diehard supporter, that nobody should be silenced, but it didnt help that my first introduction to systems was, unfortunately, a pro endo server that basically indoctrinated me. "Dont ask too many questions or else your a sysmed". God i hate the word sysmed now because of realizing how stupid of a term it is. Like??? Your for real gonna get mad at people with the actual disorder telling you your not having the disorder???? Yk, the people who are actually diagnosed???? Your gonna play make believe???
A lot of excuses endos make is that the brain is so complex that it cant possibly be just because of trauma, but. Its literally been proven multiple times its from trauma or another source of dissociated identity (ex, bpd and did being comorbid as we have it, along with trauma). We even had a friend who literally decided to go to school for psychology, WHILE THEY WERE PRO ENDO. like im sorry but your gonna sorely be disappointed that the disorder is in fact a disorder!
Endogenics made my own system discovery and journey ten times harder because of their reluctance to answer questions in a clear way, and now our system feels.. flipped on its head, almost. Nobody talks about when your a system an your headmates have opposing views of endogenics. It fucking sucks. It fucking sucks that endogenics were stemmed from an over 20 year old anti did campaign. It sucks it stemmed from ableism. It all fucking sucks.
Ive lost friends from my realization, ive lost mutuals, ive lost people i held no malice towards, and i was more than willing to let them have their opinion that opposed mine. I dont care. But it hurts that the did community in general has become so hostile. We cant even have spaces where we can speak of our disorder without being fakeclaimed or infiltrated by people who dont even have our disorder. Its frustrating that so many endogenics try an separate the disorder part and make them seem totally separate to themselves, or outright erase our experiences. An its so fucking frustrating.
I want to be good for our system. I want to better ourselves for all of us. But endogenics really love bringing out the little hater in me now that i see the truth (and lies) that people say they have good faith towards. Is it really good faith when your making a fucking joke out of our trauma disorder??? No, jamie, you cant just magically spawn anime boy 420 in your head an say hes a totally separate person. Your brain is still in your skull, not split off an on the sidewalk next to you.
I dunno. This may be coherent, it may not, idk. Im tired though. Im tired of being in such a hostile community that doesnt know how to treat people with DID anymore NORMALLY. i may not have control on the outer world around me, but i can sure as hell try and help my inner community, the did community, to make it safer from misinformation. Its just hard.
!!!
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Momo x Nayeon / So, what are we?
"Look, you and I need to talk". Momo said to her roommate and best friend Nayeon, before she sat down next to her on the couch.
Nayeon was watching one of her K-Dramas, but she instantly paused it to look at Momo, probably because she could tell by the sound of Momo's voice, that she was being serious about this.
"About what?". Nayeon asked and looked at Momo with her adorable brown eyes. Momo let out a sigh and licked her lips, a nervous habit of hers.
"About us". She said and Nayeon tilted her head slightly, a thing she does when she is confused about something.
"Have you not even-". Momo let out an annoyed sigh and rubbed her temple.
"Just shut up and let me speak alright?".
"I didn't even say an-". Nayeon was about to say, but when Momo glared at her she instantly shut up.
"Surely, I'm not the only one who noticed the tension between the two of us. Not bad tension, it's just...tension, and you could cut it with a knife. All of those times we're watching shit together or us cooking up dinner together. You can't detect even the lightest from that?". Momo asked and bit her lip.
Nayeon didn't say anything, so Momo continued.
"What about those times either of us need to go to work or fucking go to bed and there's some big dramatic act whenever that happens. As well as those hour-long conversations into the night when we both have to go to sleep early, the fucking cheesy nicknames, one of us can barely go out to casually shop without the other wanting to join". Momo said and realised she was raising her voice slightly.
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm herself down.
"What are we ?". She asked desperately and Nayeon just stared at her with opened mouth.
"We are roommates".
"Yeah no shit we are roommates".
"And friends". Nayeon said.
"And frie- look, we don't need to state the obvious, there's something obviously going on between the two of us. We are constantly playing chicken with each other's boundaries and it's gotten to the point where I can't help but just constantly overthink it and it's basically occupying my thoughts all the time now, so I gotta just fucking swallow my fears and get us to talk and ask you just what the fuck are we?". Momo asked and Nayeon still kept quiet.
"Not even you can answer huh? Look, you know I sure ain't fucking straight. You don't think I'm not going to overanalyse things after a certain point ? There's things that girl friends do and there's things that girlfriends do and I honestly cannot tell where we fucking fall within the limbo and just I want to- need to know, so I could just get the shit sorted in my head".
"Are you mad at me?". Nayeon asked.
"No I'm not mad at you at all". Momo let out a frustrated sigh and combed her fingers through her hair.
"If anything, I'm mad at myself for getting stuck in this constant mental cycle I can't fucking break out of and if this is a way to either hard push the stop button on it or just sort shit out to roll with it and not find myself panicking for numerous hours of the day". Momo said and rubbed her temple.
"We are roommates and we're pretty much besties. I don't want this shit ruined by our or by my paranoia". She said and looked at Nayeon to see her staring at her.
With her big, brown beautiful eyes.
"Look, I'm gonna admit, I kind of love that little bit flirty dynamic between the two of us, it was some fun, friendly shit but over time it's just got confusing to me".
"Like what?". Nayeon asked.
"Like it's gotten to the point where I can't fucking tell the difference between whether this is friendly banter or actually legitimate flirting. Thinking about it, I know I've always been willing to play ball and I've definitely may pushed the whole dynamic forward in my own ways, but this all started with you, didn't it?". Momo huffed out and felt the frustration growing inside of her even more.
"It's always been me hasn't it ? I sure haven't seen you been this way around any of our friends, this has just been an us thing. I can't help but think there's a certain intention from you if it's just us right ?". Momo asked and Nayeon was completely quiet.
"That silence speaks volumes you know? Even a simple denial could have thrown me off the trail, but at this point there's just not denying it, is there ? There's a reason you started this shit isn't it ?". Momo rasped out and got closer to Nayeon.
"And I know that at any point you just gotta say the word and I back off. Just as much as you know that, but there's a part that likes me this close, isn't there ?". She breathed out and came even closer.
"Like all the times we've been cuddling and ended up snoozing off while binging some show together. If there wasn't a part of that which didn't enjoy this in that kind of way, then I wouldn't be here, doing this and having this kind of conversation with you. That's because both you and I know there's something between the two of us and if it takes me making this kind of move to figure that out then so be it". Momo said and leaned her head back against the couch to look at Nayeon.
She was just staring at Momo, her eyes were hazed and her lips slightly parted.
"What do you want from me? Between the cuddles, between the pet names, between all the innuendos between the two of us, between all the you never want to spin away from me, just what is it you want ? Because I sure fucking know what I want there to be between the two of us". Momo said and noticed the shutter and how erratic Nayeon's breathing was getting.
"I can notice your shutter and erratic breathing, what is that for ? Panic? Fear? Confusion?". She asked and got closer with every word.
"Or excitement? Anticipation? Arousal? Tell me baby". Momo breathed out and Nayeon gulped.
"Do you want me to stop this? It doesn't have to go further than your comfort levels".
"No". Nayeon rasped out.
"No? I thought not, and conveniently, I don't want to either. This is exactly how I was hoping it would go". Momo said and Nayeon avoided her gaze.
"No no no no no, don't avert your eyes, I need to watch that pretty face of yours". Momo said and grabbed Nayeon's chin to make her look at her again.
"You always seem so forward, so self-assured, a cocky bitch who didn't seem to care what others think and always seemed open about what she wanted, where'd that all go? Tell me, what do you want me to do to you right now?".
"I want you to kiss me". Nayeon said and Momo had to smirk.
"Kiss you huh? And just how long have you wanted me to do that?". She asked and Nayeon kept quiet again.
"I'm waiting for an answer".
"2 years". Nayeon mumbled.
"That long huh?". Momo asked and Nayeon just nodded her head.
"Well, you made me wait even longer than that didn't you? Just how long it felt, you teasing me, playing with my head and all I've ever wanted is to wipe that smug look off your face and get you to open about how you feel. Deep inside that cocky attitude, deep inside the exterior of confidence and arrogance you've developed, you're nothing more than a meek little submissive, waiting for that one girl who comes in and leaves you a horny, begging mess beneath her fingertips aren't you?". Momo asked and Nayeon blushed crimson red.
"Yes". Nayeon breathed out.
"Good girl". Momo said and stroked Nayeon's cheek with her thumb.
"Then I think we both know just where we want this to go, don't we ?". Momo asked and Nayeon nodded her head.
"Then say it for me then will you?".
"I want you to fuck me and make me yours". Nayeon said and Momo smirked at her.
"Good girl". Momo husked out and pulled her on top of her lap, so Nayeon was straddling her. Momo pulled Nayeon into a kiss, which they both sighed into.
To feel the other's lips pressed against their own was a dream both of them had for so long. Nayeon wrapped her fingers in Momo's dark, long hair to pull her impossibly closer.
"Momo". Nayeon gasped out when Momo palmed her ass. Momo just smirked into the kiss and bit Nayeon's bottom lip with her teeth to tug it forward a little.
"I love the way you say my name". Momo husked out and started sliding her hands up Nayeon's thighs. She grabbed Nayeon's shirt to take it completely off.
When she saw Nayeon's naked chest, she could feel her cock twitching in her pants.
"Fuck, baby". Momo bit her lip and let her hands roam all over Nayeon's body. She kissed her collarbones and shoulders, while she let her nails run up and down Nayeon's naked back.
Nayeon was whining and panting already which made Momo smirk again. She felt proud knowing she could make Nayeon feel this desperate without really touching her yet.
"Kneel between my legs princess". Nayeon felt a wave of wetness coating her panties at the nickname. She slid down Momo's legs to kneel between them.
"Such a good girl". Momo hummed and stroked Nayeon's cheek with her thumb.
Without loosing eye contact, Momo started taking off her clothes. First her shirt, then her black bra. When Nayeon saw Momo's abs she had to press her thighs together. After Momo took off her pants and boxers Nayeon nearly let out a moan at the sight of Momo's large cock.
"You like what you see?". Momo asked and sat back down on the couch. Nayeon quickly nodded her head, she wanted to touch Momo so bad right now.
"Show me". Momo rasped out and spread her legs a little bit. Nayeon's eyes instantly fell between her legs, Momo was big, really big. She was veiny and pre cum was already leaking out of her tip.
She grabbed Momo's cock in her hand, she has pretty large hands but she could barely wrap her hand around Momo. She started pumping up and down slowly, she felt Momo pulsing in her hand, when she looked up, she saw Momo staring at her with hazed eyes and slightly opened mouth.
Without looking away she leaned down to suck Momo completely in her mouth.
"Mmm yes". Momo moaned and combed Nayeon's hair back, so she could see her face. Nayeon started bumping her head up and down, she grabbed Momo's thighs for support while Momo started thrusting her hips up and down to fuck Nayeon's face.
"Yeah baby just like that". Momo gasped out and pushed Nayeon's head deeper down her length, which made her gag. The room was filled with wet slurping noises and quiet moans.
Nayeon's grip tightened against Momo's thighs, so Momo pulled her head back by her hair, drool was hanging down Nayeon's chin, the sight alone made Momo nearly cum.
"Why did you stop?". Nayeon asked, but Momo just lifted her up to walk into her room, where she threw Nayeon onto the bed.
Nayeon was so turned on, and so was Momo. Momo crawled onto the bed slowly, the sight made Nayeon drip even more. Momo quickly pulled Nayeon's shorts and panties down her long legs, before she threw the clothes on the floor.
Nayeon felt her heart beating faster and faster, she clenched her hands into the bedsheets when Momo laid down between her legs and spread them apart with her hands.
"Fuck, you're soaking wet". Momo breathed out and rubbed her thumb against Nayeon's clit.
"Mmm". Nayeon hummed and bit her lip at the sight of Momo laying between her legs.
"Please". Nayeon whined out.
"Please what? What do you want baby?". Momo asked and slid her fingers up and down her pussy.
"F-Fuck, please taste me". Nayeon cried out and grabbed Momo's hair to push her towards the place where she wanted her the most right now.
Momo wrapped her muscular arms around Nayeon's thighs, she kissed the inside of them slowly, teasing Nayeon.
When Momo finally sucked Nayeon's clit in her mouth, she let out a shaky breath and let her head fall back against the pillows.
"Mmm Momo". She moaned out and this made Momo moan as well. Momo pushed her tongue into her pussy, the taste of Nayeon flooded her tongue and she started tongue fucking her.
"H-Holy shit". Nayeon shakily moaned out and started thrusting her hips back and forth. Her grip on Momo's hair got tighter and tighter, and so was Nayeon's pussy.
"Are you gonna cum for me baby?". Momo asked after she pulled her tongue out of Nayeon to replace it with her fingers.
"Fuuuck yes". Nayeon moaned out and started fucking herself on Momo's fingers.
"Yeah just like that baby, you look so good right now". Momo said and Nayeon cried out in pleasure at the way the Japanese was talking to her.
"I'm gonna cum".
"Yeah cum for me love". After this was said Momo felt Nayeon clenching around her fingers. Her legs were shaking while Momo kept fucking into her pussy to let her ride out her orgasm.
"Shit". Momo said and grinned down at Nayeon who just blushed and then smirked.
Momo slowly pulled her fingers out of her and licked them clean. Nayeon was watching in pleasure.
"Let me feel you clench around my cock like that". Momo rasped out and knelt between Nayeon's legs. She grabbed her cock to slide it up and down Nayeon's slit.
"Mmm so wet". Momo hummed and then pushed into Nayeon. She watched Nayeon's pussy sucking her completely in.
"Shit, so tight". Momo groaned and leaned down to kiss Nayeon.
Nayeon wrapped her arms around the back of Momo's neck and Momo grabbed her legs to wrap them around her hips as well.
"Fuck me". Nayeon breathed out against Momo's lips.
That was all Momo needed to hear, so she started thrusting in and out of her in a steady pace. The bed was rocking with their movements and the headboard kept hitting the wall here and then.
"Oh fuck". Nayeon cried out when Momo started pounding her, she scratched down her back but Momo quickly grabbed her wrists to push them down against the mattress.
Nayeon threw her head back because Momo kept hitting her sweet spot with every thrust she did. Momo kissed down Nayeon's neck and Nayeon started to meet Momo's thrusts halfway.
The room was filled with Nayeon's wet pussy coating Momo's cock, their heavy moans and ragged breathing.
"Ride me". Momo huffed out after she pulled out of Nayeon. Nayeon quickly straddled Momo's lap to sink back down on her large cock.
"Mhm yeah baby, that's it". Momo hummed and Nayeon let out a cry at the feeling of Momo stretching her out so good. She placed her hands on Momo's abs and started bouncing up and down on Momo's dick.
"Fuck yes". Nayeon breathed out and threw her head back. Momo was watching in pure bliss, Nayeon looked like an angel, her flushed cheeks, her hazed eyes and opened mouth drove Momo crazy.
Momo slid her hands up Nayeon's thighs to grab her hips. She started fucking up into Nayeon, she could barely hold herself up on Momo anymore, so Momo wrapped her arms around Nayeon's petite waist to start jackhammering inside of her.
Nayeon let out a squeal and pressed her face in the crook of Momo's face. She clenched her hands into the pillow next to Momo's face.
"Yesyesyesyesyes". She panted out and Momo let out a groan at how tight she was getting. She spanked Nayeon's ass and palmed it with her hands afterwards to pound even harder into her. Their skin was slapping together harshly and Momo felt her abs burning.
"I'm so close". Nayeon cried out and Momo's eyes rolled back.
"Cum all over my cock baby". Momo whispered in her ear and after that Nayeon couldn't hold back any longer and squirted all over Momo's cock.
"Mmm fuck baby". Momo moaned out and then pulled out to cum all over Nayeon's ass.
They were both completely out of breath and sweating. Momo brushed some hair that was sticking onto Nayeon's forehead back and smiled at her afterwards.
Nayeon blushed but smiled back as well. Momo grabbed her chin to pull her down into a slow kiss. They both sighed into it and smiled afterwards.
"How about we take a shower?". Momo suggested. Nayeon just nodded her head and climbed off Momo slowly.
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The Creeping Doom Liveblog
Full disclosure, I watched this one already recently. But this'll still be a train-of-thought liveblog, just not a first impression.
MIKEY STOP FUCKING AROUND IN DONNIE'S LAB I LOVE YOU MIKEY AND I KNOW YOU JUST HAVE UNMEDICATED ADHD BUT PLEASE SWEETIE THERE'S EXPLOSIVES AND POISONS AND ACIDS ALL AROUND YOU
Mikey- oh Mikey...
Mikey has a photographic memory, which is cool but also concerning given all the horrifying shit they see all the time
This episode upsets me because April is the only one to actually show concern for Donnie's dementia-like symptoms and no-one notices him constantly scratching that burn. It makes me mad at everyone but April.
CREEP DRANK BRAIN JUICE NOW HE SMART LAD- god the breathing sounds are distressing
Oh he's so distressed, he just looks sad, he's not even like frustrated now he's just upset and confused...
Hey wait Mikey slipped in the Brain Eating Juice but it doesn't affect him during the episode. More Magic Mikey Evidence?
Oh poor Mikey, he's so upset about being blamed and so desperate to help out, he must be wondering if his accident earlier lead to this. Awww he's trying to make them laugh... sweet boy... his RSD must be going nuts right now
ICE CREAM KITTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
You sense something is wrong? I'll say HIS NEURONS ARE DYING
Okay yeah Donnie puts too much burden on himself, yes, but the rest of you don't help. He takes on those burdens because he's been conditioned to, by everyone relying on him all the time for all the answers. Including you, Splinter. Everyone takes advantage of him and he feels the pressure of it.
HEY APRIL THERE'S GLOWING GREEN EYES BEHIND SPLINTER MAYBE NOTICE THAT
NOOOOOOO ICE CREAM KITTYYYYYYYY DON'T MELT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
This Jason Vorhees-ass bitch- HOLY FUCK HE CHOKED LEO OUT
He needed to glow for a second before an idea same to him, it happens.
It kinda was your fault though, Mikey.
Oh Donnie he looks so confuseddddddd someone notice his itching his hand ohhhhh he just looks so sad and lost. Later in the episode they play it more as a joke but right now it's just making me think of dementia.
Awwwww his face playing the game though is adorable.
GUYS GUYS DONNIE WENT FROM SPEAKING FULL SENTENCES TO JUST MOANING TIREDLY IN LIKE TWO SECONDS MAYBE THAT'S SOMETHING TO NOTE WITH CONCERN
Aw bless him he's trying.
Now he's making random sounds and staring at nothing, ohhhh it must be so awful god I hate the idea of losing your ability to think like he's losing it, this episode is so sad for him, must be terrifying
I JUST REALIZED THE FRIDAY THE 13TH SOUND THAT HAPPENS AROUDN THE CREEP IS SAYING "MUT-A-GEN" HOLY HELL HOW DID I ONLY JUST REALIZE THAT
LOVE that Raph gets to fight The Creep solo, he deserves some revenge stabs.
OH DONNIE IS HIDINGGG
OH AND THE MOMENT OF PANICKED LUCIDITY "I DON'T UNDERSTAND I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING" OH WHAT A FUCKING AWFUL THING TO EXPERIENCE
Oh he's so scareddddddddddd oh good the squirrel made him less so MY BOYYYYYYYYY
Andddddd now we're getting into his brain damage being more comedic and almost weed-high-like than dementia
Now they just told Rob Paulsen to make random laughs and annoying noises I think, just popped him into the booth and said "Make whatever noises and say whatever random lines you want, we'll animate around it."
I DON'T THINK A LOT OF MEDITATION WILL HELP SPLINTER (I shout this lovingly, I know he's just trying to find solutions among what he knows)
YEAH WELL NOT JUST THE MUTANT WASP MIKEY MAYBE ALSO REMIND THEM HOW YOU MADE THE RETROMUTAGEN A MILLION TIMES BETTER
They really all just watched Donnie chug that shit without even trying to grab it away.
PFFFFFT SPLINTER'S FACE WHY DID HE MAKE A "Well. Awkward..." EXPRESSION
HEY HEY GUYS MAYBE DON'T LEAVE THE VULNERABLE BRAIN-DAMAGED DONNIE ALONE AND UNPROTECTED DURING AN EARTHQUAKE THAT'S MAKING ROCKS FALL OUT OF THE CEILING MAYBE THAT'S A BAD IDEA
Ooooooh That's what the big wooden spiral is for, a periscope, ooooohhhhhh okay
I'd say they're being too harsh on Mikey and the episode proves Mikey was right but, also Mikey did still feed his brother unknown and dangerous chemicals
AWWWWWW DONNIE IN THE DRINK HATTTTTTTTT HE'S MAKING SUCH CUTE FACESSSSSSSSSSSSSS
"Highly doubtful" at least try motherfucker it worked on CURING POISON
Very fortunate that Donnie thought of the mower cart before his dementia serum debacle. Must be because he worried The Creep would be back someday.
LEOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
SHIT MIKEY ATE IT
Uhhhh why is this shot from behind? Weird vibe to that shot.
RAPHHHHHHHHHHH
MIKEY I LOVE THE CONFIDENCE BABY AND IT'S NOT UNWARRENTED BUT BE CAREFUL- YEAH SEE
YAY DONNIE TO THE RESCUE IN A NEW VEHICLE!!!!!!!!!!
Love that they showed us Donnie is back to normal by immediately having him use Big Latin Names Of Plants.
Evil Laugh Donnie Mad Scientist Donnie fuck him up my mad scientist boy!
Donnie please try to teach Mikey proper lab safety he clearly has a talent for this chemistry stuff.
WHY DOES PIZZA ALWAYS FINALIZE THE CHEMICAL COMPOUNDS IN TMNT STUFF IT MADE THE RETOMUTAGEN IN SECRET OF THE OOZE WORK IT MADE THE RETROMUTAGEN 2.0 IN THIS SHOW WORK NOW IT MAKES THE BRAIN JUICE WORK IS PIZZA MAGIC IN THEIR UNIVERSE??!?!?!?!
Donnie you're smirking about that subtle jab now but what this end card doesn't show is that two second later he ate shit so hard that he got yet more brain damage and Splinter had to use his Healing Spell and realized "Shit, his brain's more battered than out training dummy."
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1. Book you've reread the most times?
I should be cool and arty here but the answer is Twilight <3
2. Top five books of all time?
Good question man fuck okay as of this moment, knowing this definitely has some recency bias as well as some cringe
a) Pride and Prejudice
b) Finishing The Hat by Stephen Sondheim
c) Little Women
d) The Sleeping Dictionary by Sujata Massey (what if memoirs from a geisha was good?)
e) fucking ...... Midnight Sun tbqh like yeah maybe I'm cringe but!
3. Favorite genre?
I'll read anything but I read a lot of sci fi, historical romance, and performing arts history
4. What sections of the bookstore do you browse?
Sale 😎😎😎
5. Where do you buy books?
Tbh I don't buy many books? I use the library for almost everything I read, both physically and digitally. I like being able to read as much as I want without having to budget, or picking up a book and having the freedom of just taking it back without the feeling of "but you paid $25 dollars for this :///"
When I do buy books, I shop at the local children's book store for my niblings, I use Libro.fm for any audiobooks I want to own that they have (use libro whenever you can! Support local book stores and you own the book outright!) and I use the Canadian chain Indigo because that's where people get me gift cards from
6. What books have you read in the last month.
These are my books for May thus far
A Load of Hooey by Bob Odenkirk (audiobook, short humor stories!)
The Break by Katherena Vermette (audiobook; intergenerational trauma of indigenous Canadian women ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)
Go Hex Yourself by Jessica Clare (paperback, second major publication of Reylo fanfiction ⭐⭐⭐⭐)
Just like Heaven by Julia Quinn (audiobook Bridgerton sidequest ⭐⭐⭐)
There's No Such Thing as an Easy Job by Kikuko Tsumura ( audiobook women experienced burnout, goes job hunting ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)
Pride and Prejudice and other Spices by Sonali Dev (audiobook finally a good modern p&p ⭐⭐⭐⭐)
Squad by Maggie Tokuda-Hall (graphic novel about female werewolves!)
Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer (reread, audio, regrettably ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)
7. Is there a series/book that got you into reading?
Probably a series of unfortunate events
8. What is the first book you remember reading to yourself?
I really have no clear idea, must have been a comic of some kind!
9. When do you tend to read most?
Because I do most of my reading through audiobooks, almost perpetually. I read a lot when I'm on walks!
10. Do you have a guilty fav?
Like I joke that Twilight is a guilty pleasure and it definitely was at one point, but when something brings you as much joy as Twilight and the surrounding fandom gives to me, it can no longer be classified as a guilty pleasure. I think the crown of thorns and roses books are at a similar level for me now, like not only will i read the next book Sarah j Maas writes in the series but I find myself kind of craving the next one like a sugar fix, even if it doesn't give me any sustenance. I spend a large amount of time frustrated with the book and then I'll cry over the ending. I guess I'm not that guilty about any of the books I read anymore Life's too short for finding guilt and things that genuinely make you happy?
11. Nonfiction books do you like if any?
Fucking love me some nonfiction books! One of the best nonfiction books I read last year was called A Mad Love: An Introduction to Opera by Vivien Schweitzer, cannot recommend it enough if you'd like to get into opera. Stephen sondheim's incredible books on lyrics Finishing The Hat and Look I Made A Hat are both perfect. Last year I read Between Two Kingdoms: A Memoir of a Life Interrupted by Suleika Jaouad, highly recommend, it's about cancer and being terminally/chronically ill, beautifully written. Oh and Catch And Kill by Ronan Farrow, and the audiobook is narrated by him as well. Nonfiction is good!
12. You enjoy any compulsory high school reading?
Well! I really enjoyed all the plays we had to read, and for the most part I don't think they were bad, but I also did not read them when I was supposed to. So it's a mixed bag
13. Do you have a goodreads?
You think I could read all these books and remember them without a goodreads?
14. Do you ever mark/slash dog ear books you own?
Sometimes! But I'm much more likely to take a picture of something I read.
15. Recommend and review a book.
In addition to the non fiction books above and the children's lit in my other post, the best thriller I read recently was The Plot by Jean Hanff Korelitz. I like thrillers in theory but I often don't end up actually liking them much as I want to. Either they are way too intense for my tastes, verging on horror (and I cannot deal with reading the death of a child so that greatly limits the titles I read) or they are tame, like all this mystery and I guessed the end immediately, and it's boring! With The Plot it was the perfect balance. I did guessed the ending early on, but watching it play out was, frankly, thrilling. It was almost a Greek tragedy, the way the end was inevitable. I also really enjoyed the focus on the publishing industry and the nature of story. Really good and a fairly quick read!
16. How many books have you read this year?
I've read 50 books as of this moment!
17. Top five children's books?
Answered!
18. Like historical books? Which time period?
Yes I like historical books!! I prefer my romances to be sent in Regency and I usually don't enjoy books centered around either world war but I'm not overly picky!
19. Most disliked popular book?
I no longer know if these are popular with the youths but they were popular when I read every single one of the Red Queen young adult books and hated every single minute of it I don't understand why they were so popular, they were billed as these young adult game of thrones and they were as shallow as a puddle
20. What are things you look for in books?
Answered!
Thanks for the ask!!!!!
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Monsters freed
Continued from here with @saviourofzaun
Muscles on her toned body tensing, and then relaxing Jinx in that moment resembled nothing so much as a predator that had been caught and leashed. A monster caught, leashed, bound, and woe betide those involved in her capture. Eyes utterly focused, and filled with a particular frustration as well as a need to hurt those who had brought her and her adoptive father to such a state flickered over to meet Silco’s hearing his voice. Nodding in understanding, Jinx took a deep breath, knowing the benefit of timing things better than most ever realized, and forced herself to relax as best she could.
She utterly hated this feeling of having lost. This feeling of being trapped, held, and forced into a weakness that reminded Jinx of the past. It was a feeling that would fuel the inevitable retaliation, and would inspire Jinx when it came time to play with those soon-to-be prey.
She would have to prove herself, and her strength once more. Both to herself, and to Silco.
She couldn't risk him deciding she wasn’t strong enough.
Hands turning about to start figuring out a way to get free, Jinx paused hearing the whisper. “Quiet, quiet.” Her own voice falling into a whisper, Jinx turned just a bit making it easier for Silco to cut the ropes binding her. Feeling him cup her face, she let her own hands raise up to rest on his wrists, squeezing ever so gently as she met his gaze. For a second Jinx relaxed, offering a soft smile, and without thinking nodded as though answering a silent question. That soft smile turned quickly into something predatory, and sinister as she whispered back. “An art piece so grand it’ll remind everyone not to be so stupid as to do something like this ever again. I’d love that. I’ll bet together we could make something awesome, and terrifying.”
Jinx’s hands left his wrists as he reached for her hair, and she in turn reached out resting her hands over his shoulders nearly hugging him. At his instruction she let go, and immediately moved. Dropping to her stomach silently, she turned her head looking under the door, and sneered seeing only two pairs of boots. Only two guards, and some basic rope? For the chem-baron Silco, and his “mad” dog? Fucking insulting, as far as she was concerned. Moving back to her feet, she glanced to Silco holding up two fingers then reached for her crop-top undoing, and pulling off the strap that held it close to her skin.
“Ready?” With a whisper, she reached out turning the doorknob ever so slightly just to check that it wasn’t locked. Whoever held them captive thought two guards, and some rope would be enough to keep the “old man” and “crazy girl” helpless. They were about to be proven very wrong. The moment Silco indicated he was ready, the door would get ripped open.
A boot against the back of one man’s knee helped to bring him down to her level, the strap suddenly around his throat, and a second later Jinx using that strap as leverage to bring the man down, slamming his head as hard as possible against the floor with a dull thud. Eyes gleaming with momentary delight, her shoulders tensed, and her arms strained cutting off the man’s air as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You’d best hope you don’t wake back up.” Keeping the hold going until the man went unconscious, Jinx trusted Silco to take care of the other guard, and simply ensured her own was taken care of. Standing up when he was out cold, she took a moment to put the strap back in its normal spot not caring in the least that she’d just strangled a man with it.
“Wasn’t sure you want them dead, or part of the art project?” Bright blue eyes gazing up at Silco she shrugged then glanced down the hallway. “Down the corridor, one right, one left, one right, two left, and forward will get us out of the building. Probably lead us to the rest of them too. I’ll bet we could take them all ourselves.” Blindfolded, and slung over someone's shoulder, Jinx had memorized the route through the building anyways. If asked, she could even estimate how many feet between each turn without thinking anything special of it. After all, she had to know how far a given space was, and how quickly people could move through it in order to trap it properly, or land a shot on a moving target.
A moment of violence, and Jinx being utterly serious. A moment which passed almost as quickly as it came as she looked back to Silco with a pleading expression. “But we can’t just leave. I don’t have Zapper, or Whisker on me. We need to get them back. Pleeeease? It’s not like these amateurs are a real threat anyways!”
There was no world in which Jinx left her prized pistol behind, or her back up special Chomper.
Not without being forced to at least, and grumpy about it for the next few days.
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I don't know, I just get real tired of dealing with my mom. I'm juggling 3 heaters to heat 4 rooms essentially and just like... don't fucking snip at me when I'm doing my best here
My room I'm using the radiator. Also tried out the new disk thing, whichever ends up drawing less power works for me
My mom's room, she's using the best of the old forced air heaters we had, I want to give her a chance to try out the new disk, but for the time being she's using that one
So then there's the disk itself which seems to need to bounce between the kitchen and the basement
Like listen, this is fucking stressful for me. Like are you kidding, I'm trying to heat a house without using central heating, of course it's stressful (cause... you tell me how I can heat the place with central heating when the ducts don't reach the second floor, like for real, if you have an answer that's not gonna cost like $25k I'm listening)
The furnace sucked, but I think it did help to keep the ground floor baseline up. It's just not $300 a month plus a choice of buying a new furnace that only heats the first floor, or running the carbon monoxide box kind of worth it for what it was doing
So basically I'm just trying to pump the heat up a bit in various rooms and keep it from dipping too deep. It's playing Frostpunk with my own home. Like I'm not happy, I'm obviously not happy till I've got it stabilized
So don't fucking vent your frustrations on me when I'm the one running the heaters all around
I say how I'm gonna be taking the dish downstairs tonight, so I'll bring the old small sliver heater down to the basement. No, that's not good enough, she'll just move the one from her room with her... after earlier in the day getting huffy when I proposed getting a dish heater to heat the kitchen and she could just move it to the dinningroom as needed
She gets mad at me for suggesting she move a heater around because she doesn't want to do that, and then I try and accommodate that fact and she gets mad and just wants to move a heater around
Like does it make sense why I'm frustrated about that?
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