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satorusugurugurl · 2 months

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My Wedding Date is an Escort!

Summary: When invited to your best friend's wedding, you panic. One of the groomsmen, Toji Fushiguro, is your ex-fiancè. Not wanting to deal with probing questions and the embarrassment of being single, your friend Haibara recommends using an Escort! Taking a leap of faith, you book one, the hottest one. Gojo Satoru is hot, sweet, and funny! The package deal! Men and Women pay thousands to go on a date with him (even more, which he doesn't do often). So when your request comes in, the desperation and pleading tone of your voice. Gojo’s heartthrobs, even more so when you tell him you don't want to have sex.

Pairing: Escort!Gojo x FAB Reader

Word Count: 3,682

Warning: Mentions of depression, anxiety, language

A/N: And so part one is complete!! Please let me know what you think! I plan on posting a new part every Saturday! In the mean time I will work on my brain worm fics/requests!!

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Gold calligraphy mocked you as you stared at the wedding invitation on your table. Any normal person would have been elated over their best friend getting married. The dresses, cake, looking at venues! It should have been a happy, wonderful time.

And it would have been amazing if your best friend had met her fiance through anyone other than Toji Zenin. Your ex-fiance, the man who broke your heart, who was also the groomsman at the wedding! The same wedding you were a bridesmaid in.

Life fucking hated you.

Your break up was a year and a half ago. It was tucking painful, watching the life and future you had imagined slip away. You were inconsolable for the first few months, but any other person would feel the same if their fiance broke up with them the way Toji had done to you. Part of you liked to think you were getting better; you knew you weren't healed completely.

The closer the wedding came, the more nervous and sick you got. In a month, you would have to face Toji for the first time in over a year. He was doing much better off than you. He got married! He was now Toji Fushiguro and he and his wife had a son!

Fate was a cruel bitch. He was living his dreams: a house, a pretty wife, a sweet, beautiful son. Toji got everything he wanted while you sunk into the darkness of despair. Toji had ruined you, marked you in ways you weren't sure you'd ever heal from. You never wanted to be hurt like that again. That's why you were single.

Single and traumatized. Perfect intro on your dating profile. So yeah, dating wasn't your thing right now.

Which puts you in a messy fucking predicament. You would be at a wedding with your Ex, who was living the life you had always wanted. Why was he given happily ever after while you were left to pick up the pieces of your broken heart? You could already see the pitiful expressions that your loved ones would be wearing, and that made your skin crawl with anxiety.

You could not show up to the wedding alone.

Which is why you were sitting in your kitchen, drowning in anxiety. You stared at your laptop, bouncing your leg nervously as you scrolled on Escorts4y0u.com. Damn, Yu Haibara, for suggesting this to you. You were shopping for a fuckin’ escort!?

You shot his insane suggestion down as soon as he said it. You had begun ranting about how even more embarrassing it would be if your family found out. First, your fiance leaves you a month before your wedding. Then you go and pay for someone to pretend to be your boyfriend all because you couldn’t bear yourself to start dating again?

Amid your nervous rant, Haibara just put his hand on yours. He assured you that no one would know that they were an escort. If they were good at their job, all your family would see was a happy couple. They would be someone to go to the wedding with, and once you paid them, you would never see them again! No one would be the wiser.

“It's their job to make you feel good and help you have a good time. And you deserve to be happy.” Haibara had said with pity in his eyes. Just thinking about his face, that expression, made you cringe to think of the faces of everyone at the wedding.

“Fuck it.” You cursed, clicking on the escort you liked the most.

Gojo Satoru, twenty-eight years old. His profile listed that he was well-educated and came from a prestigious clan. He was charismatic, confident, and kind. You read dozens of reviews. His previous clients gushed over him. All five stars, every single person he’d helped was grateful for him. Plus, Gojo was very attractive. He had pure white hair, was over six feet tall, and had the most stunning blue eyes you'd ever seen. He was the ideal partner anyone would want to take home to meet the family.

Which would explain why he was the most expensive escort on the website.

“¥120,000 for a day!?” You screeched as you bounced your leg faster, doing the mental math in your head. “That’s ¥900,000.00 for a week.” The mere amount of money you were about to spend almost had you slamming your laptop shut. But Haibara’s face crossed your mind; Toji’s face began to form before you shook your head.

Hiring Gojo was your only option. You had to do this to avoid getting hurt again. Plus, you had to use the deposit from your honeymoon eventually. It would be like burying the past!

“Okay, okay, you got this; just book it Y/N!” Getting up, you jumped up and down to hype yourself up before you hit the green phone icon and dialed the number. The phone rang once and twice.

“This is Gojo!” A gruff but cheery voice answered.

You’re sure your soul left your body as you squealed in shock. He answered!? The man you were going not only to pay but also beg to pretend to be your boyfriend?!

“Hello?” A faint hint of humor and curiosity laced the voice in your ear.

You groaned, rubbing your hand down your face with a whine. “S-Sorry, I was expecting a receptionist for something.” You put the phone on speaker before hitting your head against your table.

“Oh! My bad, sorry!” His chuckle was a deep noise through the receiver. “We put our business numbers on the site. It’s just easier for us to schedule our clients like this.” He hummed. “I assume you’re on the escort website?”

“Yes, I—I was wondering if you might be free next month for a wedding? It’s my best friend.”

“Give me a sec.” Shuffling papers filled your anxiety. “A month from today?”

“Yes.”

Gojo hummed happily, “I am free that whole week! So will it be the wedding and reception?” A pen could be heard writing down notes.

”So it’s uhm, it’s a destination wedding. It’s in Kyoto, and I need you for the whole week. If that’s not an issue or problem.”

”Okay, that shouldn’t be an issue. It’s far enough out that I can block my schedule.” He whistled happily, jotting down more notes. “So the whole week, wedding, reception—“

For some odd reason, it sounded like he was hesitating or weighing his options, questioning if he wanted to even take you on as a client. The growing fear of rejection spreads like wildfire through your stomach. You never used to feel like this; you were so happy and confident before. But after everything Toji did, what he said to you after you had—well, it left some really deep scars that still hadn’t healed. When your mind picked at those still healing wounds, making them bleed, you acted before thinking.

”I have the money!” Gripping the table's edge, you stared at Gojo’s headshot on the website. “Please, I need this!”

“Hey, hey! I’m not worried about the money, sweetheart.” His voice was thick like honey; the pet name sounded so sweet. “I’m just making sure I got everything down.” On the other line, Gojo looked down at his calendar. There was something in your voice, desperation, that was genuine.

He’d had tons of clients, and many of them needed help. But in his two years of working in this field, he had never heard such a raw plea for help. Gojo’s interest peaked. Just who were you? What made you so anxious and desperate for his help?

”Let me confirm the details so I can put you in my books, Ms.?” He waited for your name, hearing you sigh in relief as you calmed yourself down

”Y/N, my name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

”Y/N,” Gojo repeated, “Okay, I have you down for next month, the whole week, for a destination wedding in Kyoto.”

You were sighing happily as you relaxed into your chair. “Thank you. It’s 900,000.00. For the whole week?” Gojo cocked an eyebrow, grinning at your straightforward attitude.

”Depends, will food and hotel be included?”

“Yes, we’ll be staying at my parents' inn; they offered to host my friend's wedding. So food, money, and accommodations will be included. Plus, I’ll take care of your travel expenses.”

Gojo turned in his desk chair, biting his lip as he listened to your stern voice. “Okay, so it’s going to be ¥600,000. A lot of the cost goes to food and hotels. Since you’re taking care of it, you get a lovely discount, sweetheart.” A scoff sounded from his phone, making him smile even wider.

”Great, lucky me.”

Gojo bit his lip, chuckling. “Did you want any other additions?”

“If you’re asking if I want to include your other services, no. I don’t need sex.”

“Don’t need sex?” He perked up as Suguru, his roommate, peeked in, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Seriously?”

You gave the phone a confused look as if you were looking at Gojo yourself. “Yes, I’m dead serious.” The line went utterly silent before rich, stunned laughter filled your kitchen.

”Well shit, that’s a first!”

”Glad I could keep you on your toes, Gojo.”

”Nope.”

You blinked. “No, what?” Gojo snickered as you picked up your phone heading into your room.

”I’m going to be your boyfriend. You have a month, one month, to get used to saying my first name.” The seriousness of his tone made you stop in your tracks. “So it’s Satoru to you, Y/N.”

With a blush dusting your cheeks, you giggled, shaking your head. “Alright, that makes sense. Thank you, Satoru.”

”You’re welcome, Y/N. I’ll see you in a month.”

In one month, you were ¥600,000 poorer, and your nerves were shot as you searched for your fake boyfriend at the train station coffee shop. In the last month, you had spoken to Goj—Satoru twice over the. Once to book his services and yesterday to discuss where you were meeting. His company took care of everything else.

It was still surreal that you hired an escort to be your date, and you were waiting for a stranger at a coffee shop. This wasn't like you; it was so unbelievable. You sipped your coffee, looking around anxiously.

It was like a Greek God walked in. He was tall, like his profile said, over six-three. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes as his white fluffy hair bounced with every step. Straightening, you hesitated before lifting your hand and waving at your fake boyfriend. Seeing your arm raised, Gojo grinned, bounding forward as he pulled his sunglasses off.

“Hi! Are you Y/N?” You stood, swallowing as he still towered over you. God, he was dressed nice, all designer brand clothes. Which wasn't surprising with the amount of money you dropped to spend a week with him.

“Yes, I'm Y/L/N Y/N.” You handed him a cup of coffee that he took before sitting at the table. “Thank you again for doing this.”

Gojo grabbed six sugar packets, ripped them open, and poured all of them into his coffee. “Oh, you're welcome! I love seeing people happy.” Your eyes followed his hands as he poured cream into the coffee. “So, what's our story? That way, we're on the same page.” You couldn't help but smile as he sipped the sugary coffee with a grin.

“You have a sweet tooth?” Gojo hummed, taking another drink. “Maybe I'll make you something at the inn; I'm a pastry chef.” Gojo’s eyes went wide as you ran your fingers over the lid of your cup. “That’s a good story, we met at the bakery I wor—”

“You're a pastry chef?!” Gojo’s eyes sparkled. “Seriously?! What shop?!”

“Uhm, I work at Ichigo Cafe? It's in downtown Tokyo.”

“I love that place! The mochi there is the best!” His words had your cheeks burning your cheeks. “The cakes, the ice cream! Hell, the coffee is good too.”

You twirl your thumbs together. “Thank you, as the head chef, that makes me happy.” Satoru sat back, smiling sweetly. “So I uhm, yeah, that's a good story.”

“Yeah, it does. How long have we been together?”

The two of you settled on five months. That way, it was still pretty new. The whole time, Satoru nodded and added to your cover story. Thank god he was easy to talk to, putting your nerves at ear by the time your coffee was finished. Together, you were optimistic that you and Satoru could get through this week without a hiccup.

You both settled in on the train, getting to know each other more like favorite colors, foods, likes, and dislikes. Satoru didn't drink, had a major sweet tooth, and did his escorting gig full-time. He lived with his roommate and best friend, Geto Suguru, and he had a lot of free time.

You told him everything about yourself: likes, dislikes, favorite color, hell, even your blood type. But as the conversation began to dwindle, Satoru tilted his head. Sure, all that stuff was good now for the coming week, but he wanted to know more. Like why you hired him and why you ‘don’t do sex.’ That question had plagued his mind for the last month.

“Can I ask why you hired me?” His question had your head snapping up. “I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but you've been tense since we got on the train. There's more to this than just wanting a date to a wedding.”

“Uhh, is that obvious? I'm sorry. It's just my ex-fiance is at the wedding party with me.” Satoru paid close attention to how your eyes darkened as you looked out the window. “Our breakup was a shock since it happened a month before our wedding. So, I have all these trust issues, and I don't want to date anyone. Because it's easier not to get hurt if you don't put yourself out there.”

“Why did he break up with you?”

“Why didn't he?” The tone of your voice and words had Satoru peeking up. Not in curiosity but surprisingly in anger. Satoru had seen a lot of women and men in his days as an escort. Many are desperate, lonely, and want to have a good time. But whoever had broken your heart had hurt. You in more ways than one. “There were a lot of things that he uhm—listed off.”

You quickly changed the subject, much too fast for Satoru’s liking. But he wasn’t the type to pry, especially when it came to the feelings and comfort of his clients. So he let you change the subject. And the rest of the train ride to Kyoto, even up to your family's inn, the subject stayed clear of your ex. It was bad enough you’d be seeing him soon; you would much rather not talk about him before you saw his face.

You stood in front of the door to your family's inn. Satoru grabbed your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours as you took a deep breath. “Hey, we got this.” God, you hoped Satoru was right; this had to go perfectly.

Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you stepped inside. The laughter and distant conversations echoed off the halls as wedding guests conversed and chatted while wandering around. You spotted your mother carrying a tray. She took one glance at you before looking away.

”Oh, Y/N darling, good you’re here. Whenever you get a chance, could you help me make some treats for afternoon tea? Everyone is instant with trying those matcha cookies you made last year.” After years of helping out, in the end, your body began to move on muscle memory, but Satoru stopped you, pulling you into his side with a grin.

“Hey, don’t just up and leave me. At least introduce me to your family first, sweetheart.” The bustling, noisy chatter around you stopped as your family and friends just seemed to notice the giant man standing beside you. His arm wrapped around your waist as he leaned down to kiss your temple. “My poor sweet girl is already in work mode. I thought this was supposed to be a vacation.”

”Right, of course, I’m sorry, Satoru. Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Gojo Satoru.”

”Eh!?”

Those sad, pitful reactions you had been so familiar with over the last year and a half were nowhere to be found on the faces of your loved ones. They were faces of shock, curiosity, and joy. A much better reaction, one that had you letting out a shaky breath you had no idea you were holding in. As you basked in relief, dark eyes watched the two of you, reading you.

The afternoon went off without a hitch. Satoru fit in with any conversation thrown his way. From what he did for a living to how the two of you met, he never stuttered or looked to you for help. He was exactly what you needed. With Gojo by your side, you knew you could get through this wedding without losing yourself in the darkness again.

You owed Haibara big time for this.

After the two of you answered several rounds of twenty questions and an early dinner, you and Satoru stepped into your room. You shut the door, sliding back against it as you shut your eyes. “Oh my gosh, that went much better than anticipated.” Satoru chuckled, setting both of your luggage off in the corner of the room.

“You did great.” His praise had you smiling more. “Seriously, this will be a walk in the park!”

You wanted to agree with him, but your mouth remained shut. That was just your family you met with. Things might be a different story when you face Toji. Because despite you not wanting him to, you knew he could read you like a book. He always could tell when you weren’t feeling the best or something was wrong. But maybe, if you keep playing your card right, you might be able to fool him, too.

”Yeah, a walk in the park.” You looked around the room, relieved to find the futon already laid out for you both. But it was missing the extra pillows you had asked for. The pillows that were going to be used to separate you and Satoru. “Huh, I thought my dad said the pillows would be here when we got to the room. I’ll be right back; the shower is just to the right if you want to wash up first.”

“Awesome, thanks a lot.”

As you reached for the door, the handle turned, startling you. Satoru moved so fast, his arms wrapping around you as the door opened wide. “Have you ever heard of knocking before? My girlfriend and I could have been doing something. If you saw that, I would have had to charge you for the show.” Satoru started as the door opened wide, revealing the person standing in front of it, four pillows in his arms.

”You seriously think I believe that?”

Your body went rigid as you stared into the dark eyes of the man who broke your heart. “T-Toji? What are you doing here?” You learned further back into Satoru’s chest, trying to put distance between the man that had stained your life.

“Bringing you your pillows.” He motioned his chin down at them to emphasize his words. “Look, we need to talk.”

Satoru could feel your breath quicken, your chest moving faster with each inhale you took. From your reaction, he could figure out just who exactly this asshole was. This dark-haired asshole who just barged into your room had to be the ex you didn’t want to talk about in any way, shape, or form. Looking at him, Satoru came to one conclusion without even knowing the guy. He was a fucking prick.

”Look, Toji, I’m exhausted. I don't want to talk right now.” You snatched the pillows away from him. “Satoru and I were going to get ready for bed. I require some TLC tonight.” You went to shut the door, but Toji placed his palm against it, preventing it from moving.

”Please, you and I both know this isn’t your boyfriend. I need to talk to you now. Tell your friend here he can fucking wait until our conversation is over.”

The tone and mere attitude of the prick in the door had Satoru seeing red. He released you, turning you to face him, glaring daggers at the man spewing toxic commands. “I’m not a friend.” Satoru spit out the last word. In a flash, his hand gripped your chin, turning you towards him. His other hand rested on the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss.

It was your first kiss in a year and a half, a kiss that was full of rage and passion like you had never experienced before. Satoru’s kiss was for show, but fuck, it had your knees buckling. You matched his pace, kissing him back urgently. His hands tangled in your hair while you fisted his shirt. You prayed that this mini-makeout session was enough to fool your ex. Satoru pulled away to glare at Toji. His chest rose and fell as he slowly licked his bottom lip with a smirk.

“My girlfriend and I were just getting ready to bed, if you caught the drift. If she wants to talk to you tomorrow, she’ll find you. Later.” Without another word, Satoru slammed the door in Toji’s face before turning to face you.

”Wow.” Was all you could manage to say as you ran your fingers over your lips. Seeing you do that while hearing your breathless voice had Satoru fifty shades of red. In his whole career as an escort, he has never lost his cool like that until he was with you.

Oh, he was fucked.

(TBC)

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darkpoisonouslove · 1 year

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Aren't you tired of talking about each other instead of about your husband/the father of your children respectively? Because I'm tired of hearing it.

#erda #og post #they only talk about each other #if you're not going to kill each other or make out then shut up!#it's been 90 episodes and both of you are ruminating on every little thing the other has said and done #you're only making things worse for yourselves #this isn't healthy #not to mention that it's extremely fucking annoying and tiresome at this point #(i know she ruined your life but jfc this isn't going to fix it or protect your son in any way)#(you're just re-upsetting yourself every 3 hours)#(i think you need therapy)#(and the other one is literally talking to the spirit of her allegedly dead daughter that she stole)#(and telling her that she will keep punishing her even in death for actually being the daughter of that bitch her husband is in love with)#(this one definitely needs therapy)

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drudyslut · 3 months

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— summary: kook princess. kook prince. perfect match, right? wrong. you hated rafe cameron and everything he stood for. and he hated you. so when your fathers spring it on the two of you that they’d arranged for the two of you to be married, both of your worlds are flipped upside down.

— CW: 18+ only !! cocaine use, alcohol consumption, sexual innuendo, strong language.

likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated <3

part one

3 days later…

RAFE

“So.. Let me get this straight. Your dad, and Y/N’s dad, have formed some kind of plan to merge both companies.. And you have to marry Y/N for it to be the most successful?”

I snort. Leave it to Topper to have to go over the scenario a hundred fucking times before it finally clicks in his thick skull. I ignore him, grabbing the rolled up hundred dollar bill off the glass table and place it under my right nostril. Leaning forward, i place the other end of the rolled bill at the end of the perfectly formed white line, sniffing up the substance before dropping the bill and flopping back into the soft, white couch. Fuck, I love the burn this shit leaves behind. The way it makes my body tingle, clearing my mind of any bullshit I don’t want to think about.

Topper tries ruining my high again. “Rafe. C’mon man, we have to talk about this. What’re you going to do?”

I sit up, my eyes narrowed into thin slits at him. “There’s nothing to fucking talk about, Top. My dad and her dad have already signed our lives away. I’m supposed to marry the stuck up bitch in less than a month. I don’t want to think about it, so drop it.”

Topper groans, but thankfully, he drops the subject. I don’t know what he expects me to say. I don’t want to marry her. Marriage is the last thing I pictured myself ever doing, but even if I had decided to settle down one day, start a family, it sure as Hell wouldn’t have been her I chose. Y/N Y/L/N is the bane of my existence, and my polar opposite.

Where I like to have fun, and am riddled with issues from head to toe — thanks dad — she’s boring. She doesn’t get out, and she is issue free. Her family didn’t fuck her life up like mine did — well, until now I guess — and she doesn’t even want to change her ways. She’s stuck in the mindset of being the perfect princess. My dad always praised her when we were growing up. “Be more like Y/N, Rafe.” “Why can’t you act like Y/N? She’s a good girl.” and my favorite line “I wish I had Y/N as a daughter instead of you as my fuck up son”.

I shake the thoughts to the back of my mind. The last thing I want to do right now is think of fucking Y/N Y/L/N and the fact that come this weekend, the entire island will know we’re getting married. That’ll really fuck up my chances with getting any pussy before this wedding. That’s another thing. The girls still a fucking virgin. I mean, who the fuck is still a virgin at twenty-one years old? Y/N fucking Y/L/N, that’s who.

“You have to admit though, she is hot. And she’s a virgin, how longs it been since you fucked a virgin?” Top says, amusement lacing his tone as he lightly punches at my shoulder.

I roll my eyes. “She’s not fucking hot, Topper. She’s a bitch.”

Lie.

Y/N is a lot of things, but unattractive isn’t one of them. I would be lying to myself if I said she wasn’t fucking gorgeous. But I’ll never admit that out loud.

“C’mon Rafe. Lighten up. Maybe it won’t be so bad”

I bark out a laugh at that. It’s going to be fucking miserable. A loveless marriage. Handcuffs that I can’t break free from, even if I wanted to.

“Topper. Fucking drop it.”

He opens his mouth to speak but thankfully, Kelce comes barging through the front door. I quickly stand from the couch, making my way to my other best friend and mouthing a silent “thank you” to him for arriving when he did.

“Y’all ready?” Kelce asks, his eyes darting between Topper and I. Thankful for the intrusion and opportunity to drop this entire fucking subject, nod my head. “Let’s go”

The boys and I enter the Island Club. We come here quite often to just get drunk and forget about our shitty days. I am thankful for this tradition right about now. This whole marriage thing has had me stressed out for the last three days. I remember when Ward first came to me about it. He had told me that it was time for me to step up and do something good for the family.

“Son, a word?”

I roll my eyes, glancing at the girl laid beside me I tell her, “I’ll be right back”

My dad chuckles, his eyes glancing behind me and at the brunette that wears only my T-shirt and a pair of underwear. “Actually, you can get dressed and go. Rafe won’t be back up here until late tonight”

I roll my eyes, opening my mouth to protest, but my dad’s stern look has me quickly shutting my mouth. There’s never a point in arguing with Ward Cameron. He will win every single fucking time.

Turning to face Sofia, I give her a small smile. “Sorry, I’ll call you later”

She rolls her eyes but nods her head. She grabs her things from my floor before slipping on her white Nike tennis shoes and walking toward me. She positions all of her things in her left hand, her right palm pressed firmly against my chest as she leans up on her tiptoes and presses a long kiss to my lips.

My father clearing his throat has me pushing her back softly. “I’ll call you.” I say firmly. She turns and exits my room. Leaving me all alone with my dad.

“You won’t be calling her” He states.

My narrowed eyes find his. “And why is that?”

“Because, son. You’re about to step up and do something good for this family, and I won’t have you fucking it up by sleeping around with some bartender from the club.”

I scoff. “What’re you-” I begin to ask, but he cuts me off.

“You’re going to be marrying Y/N Y/L/N.” He says matter-of-factly.

“Rafe? You good bro?”

The sound of Kelce’s voice rips me from the memory. I slowly turn my head to face him, his dark brown eyes filled with slight concern.

Clearing my throat, I say, “Yeah. I’m good. Lets get fucking drunk”

Kelce and Topper nod their heads and begin making their way toward the bar. I follow them closely behind, but freeze in my tracks when I see her. Sofia. I never did call her, and it’s been three days since she was last in my room. I know she’s going freak out on me. If she doesn’t, i’ll be surprised.

I clear my throat and roll my neck before continuing my way up to the bar with my friends. I finally reach Kelce and Topper, they’re already ordering. “Rafe, whatcha drinking bro?” Kelce asks while looking behind his shoulder at me.

I open my mouth to speak but Sofia’s narrowed eyes landing on mine the second she hears my name has me clamping my mouth shut. I give her an awkward nod, debating on just leaving. That’s not who I am though, I don’t run away like a scared little bitch, so instead I order, “Whiskey. Neat.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’ll call me, huh? It’s been three days, Rafe. What the fuck?”

I hear Kelce and Topper snort out a laugh. I glare at the back of both their heads. I’m friends with fucking children. Turning my attention back to the short brunette, I sigh heavily. “Situations changed, Sofie.”

She scoffs at that. “Well, it would be nice to know that you had just planned on fucking me and never calling again. I wouldn’t have ever looked at you twice.”

Topper slings an arm around my shoulder. “I’m sure he would have called had he not found out later that day that’s he’s marrying Y/N Y/L-”

I throw my elbow into Topper’s side, making his arm fall from my shoulder as he groans in pain. “What the fuck was that for?” He demands.

I roll my eyes, and put my focus back on Sofia. “Look, like I said. Situations changed. I won’t apologize for not calling you, we never said it would be more than sex between us anyways”

Her mouth falls open and tears begin to well up in her chocolate brown eyes. I sigh. This is the thing about women. They always expect so much more than you’re willing to give. I never planned on having a relationship with Sofia, and she knows that. But now, I’m the bad guy because she was all but thrown out of my house and I never called.

She lifts her eyes toward the ceiling above her, blinking back her tears before her eyes find mine again. “Well, good to know. Let me get those drinks for you guys.”

I let out a deep exhale, turning to face Topper and Kelce. They both have shit eating grins on their faces. “What?” I snap.

Topper chuckles. “Nothing. You better hope she doesn’t spit in your drinks all night” He jokes.

I run a hand down my face. Tonight was supposed to help me unwind, not cause more fucking unwanted stress. “I never fed her lines of false hope, so I don’t know why she’s freaking the fuck out.”

Kelce chuckles this time, slapping a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t they all freak the fuck out when it comes to you? I mean c’mon Rafe. You can’t ever sleep with a girl without her expecting more.. I just hope you’re prepared for the long list that’s going to come for your throat when this engagement is announced.”

I sigh for what feels like the thousandth time tonight. He’s right. I have never been serious about any of the girls I slept with. They all wanted more, but every single time I felt they were getting to attached, I stopped calling or texting them. It was better that way. I didn’t want anything serious, and now, I’m being forced into something super serious. Fuck, my life really sucks doesn’t it?

“Here. Drink up, you need it.” I hear Kelce say. I turn to face him and he has his left hand extended toward me, my glass of whiskey in hand. I quickly snatch it from his grip and throw it back, downing the amber liquid in one gulp. Turning to face the bar, I slide the glass back toward Sofia. “Another.”

Two hours and multiple glasses of whiskey later, I’m drunk. The room sways a bit, and I reach my hand out to grip the patio railing. I hear Topper laugh from the right of me. “Dude, you’re fucking wasted.” He laughs out, placing his hand on my shoulder to help keep me upright.

“I- I am not wasted, Top. I’m just… Buzzed” I lie.

He opens his mouth to speak but he quickly slams it shut, the sound of his teeth clashing together has me turning my full attention on him. His brows are raised and his eyes look like they’re going to pop from his skull as he stares intently behind us.

“What the fuck are you looking at? You look like you’ve seen a fucking ghost.” I joke. But he doesn’t laugh, and that makes me nervous. Topper laughs at the dumbest shit, so for him to remain staring behind us with a look of pure shock in his eyes, it has me wondering what just happened.

My body sways to the side as I try to turn and face the direction he’s looking, but his hand on my shoulder has me stopping in place.

I narrow my blue — possibly bloodshot — eyes on him. “What the fuck, Top. Speak!”

He clears his throat. “I- Uh.. Y/N just walked in with some of her friends.”

That has my attention. I quickly turn my body, falling forward a bit but catching myself with the help of the railing again. She stands at the bar. And she looks fucking delicious right now. For a girl who has never taken it past kissing a man — if she’s even kissed a man — she sure knows how to dress the part of any other girl on this island. She wears a black, leather skirt that hugs her curves and ass nicely. A tight, white cropped top and a pair of black heels that add a few inches to her height. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, and all I can think of is wrapping my hand in it and pulling her head back as I fuck her from behind.

What the fuck? Why am I thinking of her like this? I fucking hate her. My soon to be wife. She’s a fucking stuck up, prude bitch. My mind tells me to stop staring, reminds me that I can’t fucking stand her. But my cock is screaming the complete opposite.

Without thinking, my legs begin to carry me toward her. I come to a stop right behind her, clearing my throat, causing her head to whip in my direction. The moment her eyes find mine, she’s rolling them. The act alone is fucking sexy. I picture her eyes rolling into the back of her head while my face is buried between her legs, devouring her sweet cunt. Fuck. Stop thinking of her like this Rafe, you’re just drunk, and horny. Any girl would do, but for some fucking reason, my mind is consumed with her.

“What the fuck do you want, Rafe” She sighs.

I smirk at the anger that radiates from her. “Just coming to say- just coming to say hey to my future wifeeee.” I slur. She rolls her eyes as they find mine again.

“You said hey, now run along. We don’t need to pretend to like each other right now.”

Maybe it’s just because I’m drunk, but her words stung. She really hates me doesn’t she? I mean, I hate her too. Don’t I? Yes, Rafe. She’s a stuck up bitch who acts like she’s better than everyone. But my drunken mind has me sighing as I say, “You really don’t like me, baby?”

Her body stiffens, eyes wide as she stares back at me. “I- Don’t call me that.”

I smirk. I have her worked up. Reaching out my left hand, I push a few strands of hair behind her ear before I run my fingers down the side of her face. She sucks in a shaky breath and flinches away from my touch.

“Rafe… Please just let me have a night out with my friends. In two days, we’re announcing to the entire island that we’re getting married, and I’d like to live the last two days of my life without you around… Lord knows I’m about to be stuck with you.”

My eyes narrow and I take a step toward her. You’re drunk, Rafe. Keep your cool. My large hands reach for her face, cupping her cheeks as I lower my face closer to hers. I don’t miss the way her chest rises and falls rapidly from my close proximity. She’s nervous. It’s going to be so much fun having her all to myself. Even if I hate her, pussy is pussy. And this is pussy that’s never been touched. She’s all mine to play with. To fuck. To break. To train. She’ll be my own personal whore by the time I’m done with her.

My glassy, blue eyes search her face. I half expect her to shove me away, and I’m so drunk I wouldn’t be able to fight back on it. But she doesn’t. Instead, her eyes find mine. That’s it, be strong baby girl. I like the tough girl act.

“Baby, you’re going to be crawling on your hands and knees begging for me to touch you. To kiss you. To please you. You can act like you hate me now, Lord knows I can’t stand you. But even I can admit, you’re fucking gorgeous. And I know you find me somewhat attractive.” I pause, placing my lips on the sensitive skin of her neck and leaving soft kisses, making her hiss in a breath. “I know this isn’t what either one of us wanted, but we have no choice… Why not enjoy the game?”

Her beautiful eyes narrow into slits and her lips thin. She blinks a few times before slapping my hands from her face. I stumble back a little, but catch myself on the bar, giving her a slow smirk.

“Fuck you, Rafe!” She hisses before grabbing her purse and storming off to the locker rooms.

I smile to myself as I watch her storm off. She’s mad now, but I meant what I said. She’ll be begging for more after I finally touch her. She can pretend now, and I’m not saying I’m falling for her. But Topper was right. She’s hot. Might as well enjoy the game and the perks, right? Letting out a small laugh, I turn and make my way back toward my friends, adjusting my hard cock that’s straining against my pants in the process. This is going to be fun.

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DAILYFLICKS 30K EVENT: FAVORITE 90s FILM PER MEMBER ↳ THELMA & LOUISE (1991) — Joy (@bustrkeaton)

That guy was hurting me. If you hadn’t come out when you had, he would’ve hurt me a lot worse. And probably nothing would’ve happened to him ‘cause everybody did see me dancing with him all night. They would’ve made out like I’d asked for it. My life would’ve been ruined a whole lot worse than it is now. At least now I’m having some fun. And I’m not sorry that son of a bitch is dead. I’m just sorry it was you that did it and not me.

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skylarsblue · 1 year

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✦I have more C.o.D Quotes✦

Gaz: How’s your head? Y/N: Well, I haven’t had any complaints yet. Gaz: …excuse me? Y/N: Oh uh, I think I’ll live-

-- (Somewhere in Greece with a fuck ton of cats) Ghost, watching Price sneeze every five seconds: What a catastrophe. Gaz: No. Y/N: PFFT- Soap: Stop, no, don’t encourage him. Y/N: Ahem! Right, right. Not funny. Ghost: I am purrfectly capable of being funny. Y/N: *struggling* Gaz: Sometimes I wish you didn’t have a mouth.

-- Just a scene of Y/N taking out a bottle of whiskey, unscrewing they cap, then putting one of those lid caps on. (Like the ones you have on those fancy Gatorades) Taking a huge swig and closing the cap on it as Soap watches in amusement, & Price in fear.

-- Ghost: Quit messing with my hand. Soap: Quit messing with my hair! Y/N: Quit being gay. Gaz: PFFFT Y/N: Both problems solved.

-- Y/N, on the comms: You have thirteen seconds before the building fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe- Ghost: … Y/N: And you green gumball son of a bitch. Gaz: Wha-?! Soap: *WHEEZE* Y/N: You have done nothing but ruin my life; I hope you both die.

-- Soap, Gaz, & Y/N: *cackling* Laswell, losing at poker: I miss my wife, Price. Price: *places down cards* Laswell: I miss my wife.

-- Ghost, overstimulated & a lil drunk: AHHHHHH MY BONES Y/N: *frantically getting headphones* Soap, drunk: *wheeze* Gaz: Ah. I know I should’ve- *dies coughing* Soap: *more wheezing*

-- Graves *kicks in door* WHO POSTED MY NUDES ON TWITTER DOT COM?! Y/N: SUCK IT, BITCH BOY!! Alejandro: *aggressively slapping his leg while silently laughing* Rudy: *pointing and laughing* Valeria, in handcuffs: Ha, dumbass.

-- Graves: Bitch, you are gonna get in this car or I’m popping between ya eyes! Valeria: Hey, I know you. I saw your dick on Twitter! Graves: NOOOOOO Y/N: AHAHA!

-- Graves: C’mon Johnn- Y/N: *chucks a rock at Graves’ head* Graves: OW, WHY?! Y/N: NO JOHNNY FOR YOU! He goes by Soap and we respect that! Graves: Ghost calls him that! Y/N: CAUSE GHOST HAS PERMISSION, you EARN the right to Johnny! And I will be damned if anyone else earns the right before me. I been working my ass off to get the Johnny privilege and you will NOT get it for free! Soap, who’s just been standing there the whole time: *leans to Gaz* Have they actually been taking it that seriously? Gaz: Yeah. They’ve also been working real hard to try and get the right to call Captain “John”. Shoulda seen their face when I said they can call me Kyle. Soap: That’s…really sweet, I’ll give’em permission later. Gaz: Why not now? Soap: I wanna see that bastard get chewed out some more.

-- Y/N, perched on Price’s desk: Captain. Price: *sigh* Y/N: Captain I crave violence.

-- Ghost: Your family line deserves to die with you, only shame it didn’t end before you. Graves: ….I just sat down!

-- Y/N: You’re like…the human incarnation of crumbs in the bed. Graves: Oh c’MON THAT’S REAL MEAN Ghost: It’s true though. Y/N: The kinda crumbs that you keep swiping away but somehow they never leave- Graves: Alright! You know what- Soap: Like getting in bed after going to the beach. Gaz: Sand in the bed, yeah. Feels like that when he talks. Graves: I’M JUST GONNA FUCKIN LEAVE! Y/N: *watches him go* Annnd now the sheets have been changed. Ghost: Clean from filth. Alejandro: You all are so cruel and it’s perhaps the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

-- Gaz: Things Gucci with you? Y/N: It’s Goodwill at best, my guy. Price: I don’t know what this means but I feel like I should be concerned.

-- (Mild NSFW Jokie Time) Gaz: You alright? You been zoned out. Y/N: Hm? Nah I’m good, just having depraved thoughts. Gaz: Depraved, you say? Soap: Oh do tell. Y/N: You just…you ever see someone and think “they have pretty eyes”. And that’s normal. But then the little devil in the back of ya skull goes “yeah they’d look good rolled back”. Or am I just a whore? Gaz: That is depraved. Soap: Got a good point though.

-- Y/N: Ooo! Look! Old pictures of Captain, this one’s dated. You would’ve been…19 in this one. Lemme s-…… Gaz: Lemme see! ….. Price: What? Y/N: …..you were a whore, weren’t you captain? Gaz: That’s the face of an arrogant bastard who fucks regularly. Price: I…might’ve been a bit of a playboy. Y/N: And I would’ve fallen for it you god damn bastard, no ones fACE SHOULD BE THAT NICE!

-- Valeria, painting her nails: I might kill my ex, not the best idea. His new girlfriend’s next- Alejandro: ….. Rudy: ….should I be worried? Alejandro: Move away quietly and pray.

-- Ghost: For the record this is self destructive. Soap, chugging his 5th energy drink in the past hour: For the record, I’m aware of that.

-- MILF!Y/N: Boys. Bed, now. I wanna talk to your captain. Price: No, boys stay. Please stay- Y/N: Go. Price: Stay. The boys: *concern, panic, perhaps a bit of fear* Y/N: Go! Price: Stay! Y/N: You go! Soap: *speed walking* Price: Soap, stay! Y/N: NOW! Gaz: *slowly backing away* Price: Gaz, don’t move! Y/N: YOU GO! Price: SIMON- Ghost: *leaving*

-- Ghost: What was Plan A? Soap: …don’t fuck up. Ghost: And what was Plan B? Gaz: Don’t fuck up Plan A. Ghost: And what did you do? Y/N: …fucked up plan a- Ghost: YOU FUCKED UP PLAN A-

-- Ghost: What’s rule number one? Soap, with dynamite: Party! Ghost: NO! No, not party! No!

-- Graves: How about after this, we get a drink? Y/N: …I would rather gouge out my eyes and blindly navigate a way to turn them into earrings than ever be anywhere alone with you. Soap, grinning: Ooooo brutal! Ghost: Karma.

-- Ghost: Wait…Johnny’s into me? Like…he LIKES me?? Gaz: Oh Si…you poor, sad, dense mother fucker.

-- Ghost: At least nothing of importance was lost. Laswell: …Graves was kidnapped. Ghost: I know. I said what I said. Y/N: Nothing of value was lost but we did shed off some trash! Ghost: Precisely.

-- Ghost: These lights make me wanna pull my eyes out and eat them. Medic!Y/N: *turns lights off in favor of a lamp* …alright, so you’re autistic, good to know.

-- Ghost: Should I get my reading glasses? Y/N: Oh no no, this isn’t an eye test. It’s a GAY test. Now tell me, *holds up picture of Farah & Graves; Price being 1* Number one, or number two? Ghost: Number one?… Y/N: Interesting. *holds up Farah & Soap, Soap being 2* Okay now number one, or number two? Ghost: *gasp* Y/N: Number two, right? Ghost: Maybe I am gay?

-- Waitress: So, I’ve gotta ask, I’m really curious. 141: ? Waitress: Have any of you ever used like…the military language in bed? Soap: Naaaah. Y/N: No, I don’t- PFFFT, I- *wheeze* I’m sorry I’m imagining it- Gaz: *biting back laughs* Y/N: “You gonna come?” Affirmative. *laughs* Soap: *WHEEZE* Gaz: *cackling* Price: Oh lord- Gaz, snickering: Picking up speed. Y/N: COPY- *Laughter x100* The entire team: *giggling like hyenas* Ghost: Uh, that’s a no. I don’t think we’ve done that.

-- Price: *smiles at Soap & Gaz being stupid* Y/N: I like when you smile. Price: …huh? Y/N: Your smile, I like it. Makes your eyes crinkle up and your beard makes you look like a cuddly bear. You should smile more. Price, internally on the verge of tears: *fond sigh* Get back to drills, soldier. Y/N: Yes sir!

-- Ghost: *minding his fucking business* Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: *chokes on air* Pardon? Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: No I-…they’re just brown. Y/N: So? Your eyes don’t have to be blue or green to be pretty. They’re pretty because they’re expressive, and when the sun hits them they look like syrup. I like’em best when we’re all at a bar. They get brighter then. Ghost: Ghost: …stop talking, sergeant. Y/N: Copy that, L.T! <3

-- Gaz: *laughing at something on his phone* Y/N: You have a great laugh. Gaz: Hm? Oh…really? Y/N: Mhm. It’s cute, comes from your chest. I’ve never heard you laugh in anyway that’s not genuine. Really fills the room with joy. Gaz: Dude, you’re gonna make me all soft with words like that. Y/N: All according to plan!

-- Soap: *rambling about something* Y/N: *listening intently* Soap: Then-…ah, I been talkin’ at you this whole time, eh? Should probably quiet down. Y/N: No no, I like your voice! Soap: Eh? Y/N: It’s super energetic and loud, and when you tell a joke or talk about something you love, it’s like you can hear your smile. It’s really fun to listen to. I like when you talk! Soap: *inhale* You’re gonna make me cry- Y/N: I have tissues!

-- König: *fidgeting* Y/N: *takes his hands* You have beautiful hands. König: Wh- Huh?? No they are not. Y/N: They are too! König: Nien, they’re rough and calloused, they break a lot of things… Y/N: They also pet stray cats, make the best coffee on base, and create crotchet works of art. They also mend wounds pretty well. Yeah they fire guns but that doesn’t make them less beautiful. König: *he’s actually crying* …Danke. Y/N: Don’t mention it!

-- Rudy: *rolling his shoulder* Y/N: Anyone ever tell you that you have great shoulders? Rudy: Hm? Oh uh…no, I don’t believe so. Y/N: Well you do! Rudy: Ah, gracias. When I was younger I wanted them to be broader, sometimes now I wish they were more narrow. Can never really be happy with’em, you know? Y/N: Well I think you should be. They’re strong! *gently pats his shoulders* They hold a lot of weight, metaphorically and physically. And even when they’re weighed down, you shoulder it and keep moving. You’re real good at that! I like your shoulders. Rudy, prepared to die for them: …gracias. Y/N: No problem! Now c’mon, the guys are waitin’ for us!

-- Y/N: You have good collarbones. Alejandro: What was that? Y/N: Sorry, I know that’s real specific, but I think your collarbones are pretty. It’s like…the rest of you is bulky and strong, rugged. Then you have these delicate bones. I’m probably being too poetic but it’s like a subtle nod to your gentler side, just, built into your body. Alejandro: …you have a lovely way with words, camarada. Y/N: Thank you! I appreciate that!!

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bbyjackie · 10 months

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𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒... 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 — ♡

one piece social media feat: strawhats special appearance: whitebeard pirates, heart pirates, kid pirates

》 in honour of barbie!! (+ oppenheimer)

♡ liked by nefertari_vivi, ace and 10.4k others

_ynln: barbie girls in the new world 🎀💄

[music: Beauty And A Beat - Justin Bieber, Nicki Minaj ♫]

tagged: p1rateking_luffy, lovenami, theroronoa.zoro, nicorobin, nefertari_vivi, sogekingg.usopp, blackleg.sanji, jinbe, ilovecottoncandychopper, S0U1K1NGBR00K, FRAAANKY

FRAAANKY: LETS GOOOOOOOOO 🔥🔥

nefertari_vivi: so happy to meet up with you guys again!! 💕

↳ _ynln: we missed u!

↳ lovenami: lets do it again!

↳ blackleg.sanji: YOU WERE SO BEAUTIFUL VIVI 💞💘❣️💕🥰😍

lovenami: we look so good omg ‼️

ace: CAN'T BELIEVE WE RAN INTO EACHOTHER

↳ _ynln: EEE IM SO GLAD YOU JOINED US!!

↳ p1rateking_luffy: HEHE IT WAS SO FUNNY WHEN U FELL ASLEEP ACE 😂

sogekingg.usopp: BEST DRESSED CREW IN THE NEW WORLD

trafalgar_d.law: it looked like you all copied doflamingo's style

↳ _ynln: PLEASE DELETE THIS B4 HE SEES IT I DONT WANT TO DIE🙏🙏

↳ p1rateking_luffy: HEHAHHA TRA GUY YOURE RIGHT

↳ doflamingo_: Looking good @_ynln

↳ _ynln: you're old enough to be my dad 😐

↳ doflamingo_: Add a dy to that

↳ theroronoa.zoro: more like you should dy off 😭😭 (liked by trafalgar_d.law, _ynln, sogekingg.usopp)

CAPTAIN.KIIIID: fire song choice (liked by _ynln, theroronoa.zoro)

♡ liked by marco_o, iampops and 14.3k others

ace: ran into these losers 😪

tagged: _ynln, p1rateking_luffy

marco_o: so when you said you couldn't do cleaning duty, you were out watching barbie

↳ ace: And I'm bad like the Barbie (Barbie) I'm a doll, but I still wanna party (party) Pink 'Vette like I'm ready to bend (bend) I'm a ten, so I pull in a Ken

↳ marco_o: you need to be put down

_ynln: omg i made it on THE FIRE FIST ACE'S ig?! 🫢🫢

↳ ace: YOU WERE LITERALLY IN THE LAST PHOTO DUMP

↳ _ynln: NO WAY YOU POST ME IN THE SAME DUMP AS LUFFY AND EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY W THAT 🤨🤨

↳ ace: mb you're the no.1 fr 😌🤞

p1rateking_luffy: LERS DO A MOVIE NIGHT AGUIB WIEH SABU TOO

↳ saaaa_bo: real, if that's what you were trying to say

iampops: Sons, let's go watch barbie together

↳ ace: pops i ain't even gonna lie, there's no way we can bring you to the theatre and not have the marines after us 😭😭

↳ _ynln: ace YOU'RE the liability, i literally ran into the marines and they were offering me DOUBLE your bounty to turn you in

↳ lovenami: AND YOU DIDN'T DO IT?

♡ liked by nojiko.ko, blackleg.sanji and 6.9k others

lovenami: glad this fit is boutta be on my new bounty poster 🤞

tagged: p1rateking_luffy, _ynln, nicorobin, nefertari_vivi

_ynln: nami nahh 💀 we were running for our LIVES

↳ themarineofficial: my mum told me to chase after my dreams (liked by _ynln, FRAAANKY, theroronoa.zoro)

↳ sogekingg.usopp: WHO TF HACKED INTO THE OFFICIAL MARINE IG LMFAOO 😭😭

↳ lovenami: scariest notification

trafalgar_d.law: luffy? more like goofy. why's he trying to rizz up the camera man like that

p1rateking_luffy: Tra guy what does rizz mean

↳ trafalgar_d.law: RIZZ: Another word for spitting game/how good you are with pulling and sustaining bitches. [Urban Dictionary]

↳ p1rateking_luffy: I GOT THAT ILLEGAL RIZZ 🤪🤪😇🙏🔥🔥

↳ _ynln: LUFFY WHAT

↳ lovenami: ?!!

↳ jinbe: ?

↳ trafalgar_d.law: wtaf

↳ p1rateking_luffy: Ace told me to say it :((

↳ saaaa_bo: ACE STOP RUINING LUFFY'S DIGITAL FOOTPRINT

↳ ace: GUYS OMG DONT HATE ON ME TBF HE PULLED HANCOCK AND SHES LIKE 30

blackleg.sanji: MY BEAUTIFUL GODDESSES IN ONE FRAME HOW DID I EVER GET THIS LUCKY TO BE BORN INTO THIS LIFE 💓💖💘🧡💕💖💗❤️

↳ p1rateking_luffy: I'm in the photo too!

↳ blackleg.sanji: sadly.

↳ _ynln: 😭

♡ liked by sogekingg.usopp, BONBONBONCLAY and 12.7k others

p1rateking_luffy: Last nighT was fun

tagged: ace, theroronoa.zoro, _ynln, blackleg.sanji

ace: WHAT WERE YOU DOING TO ME?

↳ _ynln: dude you were GONE 😭

↳ p1rateking_luffy: HAAHGAHA DID YIUO SEE THE THINGFW WE DFEW ON YOURE FACE

↳ trafalgar_d.law: ever feel bad about yourself? think about luffy's spelling (liked by saaaa_bo)

lovenami: WHAT WERE YOU GUYS DOING TO YN AND ZORO IN THE SECOND PHOTO

↳ lovenami: WAIT WHEN WAS THE PHOTO EVEN TAKEN?

↳ p1rateking_luffy: Ryght after the marnjnes follqweod you g0uys instead

↳ sogekingg.usopp: aint no way i was fighting for life and these rats were having the time of their life 🫤🫤

↳ _ynln: 😝

↳ p1rateking_luffy: 😝

♡ liked by killerrr, SOU1K1NGBR00K and 10.1k others

_ynln: strawhats take on oppenheimer next 🖤

tagged: p1rateking_luffy, lovenami, theroronoa.zoro, nicorobin, nefertari_vivi, sogekingg.usopp, blackleg.sanji, jinbe, ilovecottoncandychopper, S0U1K1NGBR00K, FRAAANKY

themarinesofficial: strawhat ladies and roronoa zoro i will need to arrest you for stealing my heart ❤️

↳ _ynln: LMFAO UM IM CRYING??!!

↳ nicorobin: This is slightly uncomfortable

↳ CAPTAIN.KIIIID: LMFAO THE WAY ZORO IS INCLUDED AHHAA

↳ blackleg.sanji: BACK OFF FROM THEM 🫵

↳ theroronoa.zoro: just crucify me again

sogekingg.usopp: OKAY BUT FR WHO HACKED INTO THEIR ACC 😭😭

↳ FRAAANKY: nah people in the marines just getting bored fr

ace: YOOO LETS MEET UP (liked by _ynln)

↳ p1rateking_luffy: @saaaa_bo COME TOO

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Your a pussy you say you don't have a side but you LOVE AEGON.You think we are stupid like you??? Have balls and say your a Rape Apologist who wants to fuck a pretty bitch named Tom who's a rapist.Aegon is a half-blood murder rapist you fucking disgusting.Rhaenyra was rightful queen but he take her right away from her.aren't you a woman???you supposed to take Rhaenyra side but you just want to be raped by a pretty boy.you just like aegon because of tom.

I'm really tired of people like you.

You're stupid, your argument is stupid, you sound stupid and you make stupid points.

You think because you're team black you did a great thing or something? You can't be that stupid that you don't understand that the writers want you to be on black side. It's pretty obvious. Writers are pro black and unprofessional, I bet they didn't even read the book.

I don't like Aegon because Tom playing him and I want to fuck a pretty bitch, I like Tom because he play Aegon. If he didn't played Aegon, I would never have known this lovely man, and you guys really should stop insulting him, he's just doing his job and he try he's best to do a good job so we can enjoy the show. If you hate him, keep it to yourself because words have more affect that you might think. I understand that you don't like him, there are people that I myself dislike but I would never say something like this about them, not only your words can hurt them mentally but also can ruin their life.

Aegon was a rapist, yes almost like every other men in GOT and HOTD. And if you actually think with a brain you can understand that on his time it was normal for men in power to rape women. It was normal for sons to take the throne after their father and it was normal for siblings to kill each other for power. You really think if he lived in 2024 he would be a rapist and a murder? Or would he tried to take Rhaenyra's right?

"Half-blood" is such a funny word to use. Rhaenyra herself wasn't a pure Targaryen, her bastards are less that half Targaryen and her true borns aren't pure Targaryen either. Idk why you guys use this word as if it's an insult and it's give her more right (if she was a pure Targaryen, which she's not) to be queen.

"Rightful"? What do you exactly mean by that? There is no rightful when it's come to power, and if it is, the day that Aegon was born and the day that Rhaenyra born her first bastard it was over. Believe it or not, people didn't want a woman in power, especially a woman like Rhaenyra. And they didn't want bastards to sit on iron throne. Idk why it's so hard to understand that this war would happened not matter if it was Aegon or someone else, but I promise people wouldn't let a woman and especially a woman who have obvious bastards sit on iron throne.

Tell me something that Rhaenyra did and it's make her a rightful and good queen, just one thing and I promise I would choose black.

Actually when she sat on iron throne, it's cut her and she bleed and it was a sign that the throne rejected her.

She would never make a good queen, she was spiteful, jealous and a lustful woman, the only thing that make her a "queen" is her father claiming her as heir. She lack strong sense of duty and her desires make her to do a lot of stupid things. She was someone who ignored the rules and did not accept her responsibilities and shirked from them. Being a king or queen need a great potential that she lacked.

"With great power come great responsibility". She wanted the power, yes but she didn't do anything to deserve it. Instead of changing herself, she expects others to obey her without any words or expectations. She didn't read anything about history and didn't try to fit herself into her position as a female heir.

One of the worst things she did that jeopardized her position as future queen was that she gave birth to bastards, but what made it worse was that she pretended that they were true born and should sit on the iron throne after her. And she punished everyone who said otherwise. As I said before, she's Targaryen version of Cersei. Both Rhaenyra and Cersei gave birth to three ridiculously obvious looking bastards and tried everything in their power to shut the people who said the true. But at least Cersei could tell that her bastards look like her unlike Rhaenyra.

Of course, Viserys is also to blame. He never prepared Rhaenyra to be queen because he never intended to choose her as his heir in the first place, he always tried for a son and when Aemma failed to give him a son he chose Rhaenyra as his heir (he didn't want Daemon to be king). He also increased the chances of starting a war by having three true born sons and choosing none as his heir.

Rhaenyra always relied on others and never took responsibility for her mistakes and never tried to change.

And if this is about feminism, isn't feminism supposed to be about equality between men and women? If so then tell me why Rhaenyra stayed behind, eat her sweets and watched her family die for her while Aegon fought in the war, being burned and crippled?

Ever wondered why Rhaenyra couldn't win this war even though she had more dragons and more people supporting her? Maybe it was because she didn't know how to be a ruler? Maybe it was because she wasn't fit to be a queen? Maybe it was because she did almost everything wrong?

I don't want to be raped, I like Tom, yes because he's a sweet man. He's lovely and beautiful, ofc I like him. But Aegon is a different story, I always liked Aegon, he was the most interesting character in the book and I understood him most that's why I like him.

Now please stop your bullshit, you're just embarrassing yourself, it's pathetic.

The next time you decide to send a message like this think with your brain because I'm done being polite.

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I’ll never leave again— Bodyguard!Max verstappen x reader

Mentions drinking/drunk reader Allusion of smut/wet dream 🤭 Readers a bit of a stubborn brat Max is a bit cocky and possessive but In a good way Max does abandoned the reader for several months with no contact Temporary Bodyguard!Carlos Kidnapping held hostage and tortured angst fluff hurt comfort

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Max Verstappen has been with you since the beginning of time. He was the son of one of your father's employees. So it was natural to see Max from time to time growing up and eventually he disappeared for years and resurfaced as your bodyguard. Max lingered around like a bad smell. You couldn’t get rid of him for anything. And you tried everything to get rid of Max.

“God Max you ruin everything” you whined stomping your feet on the ground like a child.

“I’m sorry I was just doing my job,” Max says lightly shoving you into your room. Max was pissed you had snuck out of the house to meet up with a random hookup in a random hotel. Busting into the hotel room seeing you half naked underneath a random man made Max see red.

“Shut up,” you say through gritted teeth. “I’ve had it with you. Stop acting like my dad” You were always a wild child so it came as a surprise when Max would reprimand you. But secretly that’s exactly what you liked about him. That he was more than just your bodyguard.

“In case you forgot Princess it’s my job to look after you remember that if you get hurt or worse killed I don’t get paid,” Max says.

“I’m no princess anymore! I’m a woman, damn it. I can take care of myself” you say standing up and crossing your arms to prove your point.

“And anyway what’s the big deal, he’s just a guy I met on Tinder”

“What if he was out to hurt you? You never think about that” Max says angrily coming closer to your face which makes you flinch slightly.

“What if he took advantage of you?” He continued getting closer.

“What if he just wanted one thing from you?” He says now just inches away from you making you take a step back.

“You’re an asshole Max,” you say through gritted teeth.

“I may be but I’m not the one putting my life in danger so some random dude can have his way with me,” he says softly.

“I’m just looking out for you. I care about you. I love y-“ he catches himself.

“Forget it,” he says, turning around ready to leave the room.

“Wait,” you say, not liking the idea of him leaving while being mad at you.

You grab his arm and turn him around to face you.

“What” he says looking you right in the eyes. There is so much intensity and sincerity behind the glance but you’re not ready for that yet. You’ve always been afraid of falling in love so you just play it off like it’s nothing.

“Never mind,” you say brushing past him.

Your body language is cold and dismissive but you can tell Max is having a hard time not showing that he’s hurt by the way you’re acting.

You head to the bathroom to take a shower. It’s going to be a long night.

You step inside the shower letting the water hit your body with a slight sting but the sting is welcoming. You stood there for a while thinking about your encounter with Max. You wondered if he really cared about you or if he was just being jealous.

You wash yourself up and then step out of the shower. You wrap a towel around your body and head to your room.

You get dressed in one of your comfiest pajama sets and decide to just sit down and watch some TV. You were feeling a little upset after that interaction with Max but you just brushed it off.

As you’re sitting on your bed about to flip on the TV, you smell a familiar smell. You smell the cologne that Max always wears.

You know that smell anywhere. It’s his scent and you instantly realize that Max has been in your room. But he’s not here right now so the question is, where is he?

You get up and look out the window hoping to see him. You have a clear view of the driveway from your window since your room is on the top floor. You wonder if he’s out there looking for you or if he has just been in your room and left.

Suddenly you feel a presence behind you.

You turn around to look behind you and there he stands. Max.

“I just want to talk. Can we talk?” He says in a soft tender voice.

You are filled with emotions. You are both nervous, angry, and confused. It’s so confusing. You were ready to hate him a minute ago now he’s here standing in front of you looking genuinely concerned. He cares.

Your mind is racing with different thoughts and emotions and just as you are about to say something he grabs your hand.

“What do you want Max? I’m tired and I wanna go to bed” you said

“I know that you are hurt. But you were out there all alone with a random guy. What if he did something to you?” Max says in a frustrated and concerned tone.

“How could you be so reckless? Do you think this is a joke? Do you think bad things only happen to other people? He looks you dead in the eye, making you feel uneasy and guilty.

“I was just looking out for you. I do care about you. I would never let anyone harm you” he says softly pulling you to him and embracing you. You let out a sigh of relief. You’ve been waiting for an act of kindness like this.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you but I was just worried is all,” he says letting you go.

You look at him for a few seconds before responding. Maybe the thought of him caring about you was all you needed. Your guard is finally down. You look at him nervously.

“I’m sorry too… but you don’t have to be so possessive you know,” you say with a bit of sass.

“It’s late, you should go to bed, good night Schat,” Max says, leaving you standing in the middle of your room.

You watch him go and feel an overwhelming amount of sadness wash over you. You wish he would stay. Wish he’d stay and hold you in his arms.

You hear the door shut and the click of the lock and you decide to go to bed. Before you know it you’re in a deep sleep.

The next morning you wake up feeling refreshed and rested. You’ve had an eventful night with many ups and downs. You make your way downstairs to get some breakfast and notice that the house is completely silent.

There is no sign of life so you take it upon yourself to make a quick breakfast. You’re just putting the finishing touches on your eggs when you hear the door shut from behind and you immediately know who it is.

Max. He’s here. As you turn around you see him right behind you leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Good morning” you hear him say softly. You feel your heart beating in your chest and just look at him for a moment. Something happened between last night and this morning. But something about the way he’s looking at you is making you feel warm and fuzzy inside

He walks behind you and without warning puts his hands on your shoulders. You feel the warmth of his touch and find yourself turning to face him again making eye contact. The intensity of his gaze makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.

He pulls you closer so that the two of you are face to face and you can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in closer. Your body is filled with a wave of electricity as you feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

He puts one of his hands on your cheek and gently cups it while he stares blankly into your eyes. You feel his hand sliding back and you know he’s about to kiss you. You close your eyes and wait for it.

The moment his lips meet yours you feel a rush of intense pleasure. He pulls you closer and you let him embrace you. His lips move slowly against yours giving you the utmost pleasure possible.

The kiss becomes hungry and passionate and not long after Max's lips leave yours and trail down to your jaw then to your neck making you tip your head back and moan out.

The sound of your moan is enough to drive Max crazy. He digs his hands into your hips and pulls you closer against him. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours as the kiss becomes more intense.

But it isn’t enough for Max he needs to taste you so he lifts you onto the countertop without breaking the kiss. His hot breath against you sends shivers down your spine. You can’t stop yourself from letting your arms wrap around his neck. The intensity of it all has the heat rising inside your body.

Max pulls away from you long enough to take off your shorts and panties. Max pulls you forward pries your thighs apart and says

“Wake up”

“What?” You say confused

“I said wake up,” Max says

And just like that you jolted awake and looked around your room and realized that you were having a sex dream about Max.

You snap back to reality with the loudest alarm of all time. It took you a few seconds to realize that what you had just experienced was just a vivid dream. You sigh and let yourself relax. Your brain is flooded with emotions now. Emotions towards Max. Emotions that you never thought you would have.

You take a few minutes to collect yourself before the door to your room swings open.

“Morning princess“ you hear Max say in a lighthearted and teasing tone. You are shocked to see him there at your door and can’t help but feel embarrassed about the dream you just had.

You try your best to maintain your composure but you can feel that your face is as red as a tomato and your heart is beating fast. Max walks over to your bed and sits down on its edge. He is not phased by your embarrassment.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks, looking at you with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Uh… yeah….” You mutter out nervously, your cheeks still flaming red. You want to be cool and pretend like you don’t feel any embarrassment but it’s hard to stay in control. Max knows something is off and the worst part is he knows you’re trying to keep it from him.

“Good because today is the day that you learn some self-defense,” Max says Standing up “So get dressed and meet me down in the gym” he adds before leaving the room.

You’ve never felt more confused in your life. You are now more suspicious than ever about what’s going on with Max. He seems unusually cheerful today and the fact that he wants to teach you self-defense has you second-guessing the situation between the two of you.

You don’t have much time to ponder as you hear him shout out to you from down the hallway.

“Hurry up! I’m waiting!”

You quickly change into your workout attire which consists of some workout leggings and a sports bra. You look good in your workout attire it’s form-fitting and brings out the curves in your body.

After you put on your workout attire you head down to the gym to finally meet up with Max.

You finally make it to the gym and see Max waiting for you. He gives you a once-over before nodding his head in approval. You can’t help but notice how good Max looks in his workout attire. His clothes cling to his muscles and it shows off his impressive physique.

You try your best to keep your composure and not admire Max’s body but it’s hard. The man is built like a Greek god. You’ve always wondered why he dresses so conservatively when it comes to his clothes when his body is covered with muscle and definition.

You feel like you’re being watched. Your every move is being observed and judged. You feel yourself getting nervous as Max continues to stare at you.

“Are you ready? Are you paying attention to me or just my body?” He asks with a smirk and cocky smile.

Before you can respond Max steps closer to you to get your attention. He is now standing right in front of you and his body is so close to yours that you can feel the heat radiating from his body.

“I’m ready,” you say slightly embarrassed

“Good. Let’s get to work”. He says putting his focus back on the drill as he steps back and gets a safe distance away from you.

You feel your body relax and your breathing return to normal now that you’re no longer feeling trapped. You can’t help but steal some glances at Max as he moves through the drill. His body is tight and fit, and he looks hot in his workout gear.

You watch as the sweat drips down his face. The exercise is taking a toll on his body and is causing him to break a serious sweat. The sweat makes his T-shirt cling to his chest and shoulders and it defines his muscles. All these factors cause you to feel a sudden rush of affection and lust for Max.

“You ready for a break?” Max asks as he wipes the sweat from his forehead with a towel. The sight of the sweat dripping from his body makes you want to lick every inch of him. He is the epitome of perfection to you.

“Yeah, I could use a break,” you say nodding your head. You can feel the heat rising inside you and it’s not from the workout. It’s from seeing Max in his workout gear and sweating like an absolute animal.

“Good, let me go get some water,” Max says turning around as he wipes the sweat from his head once again.

The sight of his toned and muscular body in a tight T-shirt gets your body all sorts of worked up. Your mind flashes back to your dream again and you are reminded of just how much you desire Max.

You feel embarrassed by the fact that your mind keeps drifting back to the dream and your fantasies. You try your best to keep them at bay but it’s hard to concentrate when Max is looking so damn good in his workout stuff.

Max comes back a few minutes later with a bottle of water and passes it to you. You drink the entire thing in one sip and let out a quiet and slight moan as the water slides down your throat.

The moan doesn’t go unnoticed as the faintest of smirks appear on Max’s face. The fact that he caught it makes you feel embarrassed but at the same time, you can’t help but notice him smirking at you.

You feel nervous and embarrassed as he’s watching you like that. Your body feels hot and your face flushes red. You feel your heartbeat speeding up and the lust inside you intensify.

You catch your reflection in a big mirror nearby and quickly notice that your face is red and your breathing is slightly erratic. You look away quickly to avoid Max seeing just how flustered you’ve become. Max just smiles at you as he watches you fumble around.

“Ready to start back up?” He asks with a smirk on his face.

“I’m done for the day Max don’t forget you work me so when I say I’m done that means I’m done,” you say walking out of the home gym to take a shower you needed to get away from Max

“Fine,” Max says as he sees you walk away. You feel relieved to finally get away from him. But as you step out of the gym you get a glimpse of Max leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. The sight of him makes your body shiver with excitement.

You quickly head to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower. You’re feeling a lot of things right now. Your mind is filled with fantasies about Max. You dream about him every night. This morning your dream felt so real you could feel him all over you.

You turn the shower to the hottest setting and step underneath the scorching jets of water. You let the heat wash over you in an attempt to wash away all the confused emotions you’re feeling right now.

Yep, a cold shower it is then you thought as you turned the cold water on. The cold water hits your body and sends chills up and down your spine. You suddenly feel your body shake with an overwhelming sense of relief. The sudden cold snap brings you back to reality and washes away the overwhelming fantasies and desires you had from your dream. The hot thoughts are gone and you are left feeling a bit guilty and embarrassed by your thoughts.

You turn off the cold water and dry off. You start to wonder if there is possibly a meaning to this dream you are having every night. You can’t help but think about the implications of it all.

You begin to contemplate the possibility that maybe you and Max have a connection that neither one of you is aware of and that this dream means you are longing for him on a deeper level.

The two of you seem to have gone back to your usual banter and back and forth. But something has changed, you feel like your feelings for him are getting stronger and the sexual tension between you both is starting to be undeniable.

You two have come to the consensus that your arguments and bickering are just a cover for something deeper that you both know you feel. But neither one of you dares to address the issue directly and admit it to the other. There is a silent tension between you two and it’s getting thicker by the day.

“Do you have to Hoover like that!” You snap annoyed by his presence once again

“Do you have to be so annoying?” Max teases back in his arrogant and cocky tone. He doesn’t move from where he stands. You know in your heart that he is purposefully doing this just to get a reaction out of you.

“It’s just so much fun. The way you get so mad at me every time. Don’t you see how adorable you look when you’re angry?”

You feel your blood start to boil the way he is talking to you. You can’t believe that he still thinks this is a joke. The playful tone in his voice is making you madder and madder. The tension between you both is growing and you can feel the sexual tension getting thicker with every word that leaves his mouth.

“What’s wrong with you? Why do you let everything I say get to you?” Max says mockingly. He has this smirk on his face and it’s obvious that he’s trying to make you mad. His voice has this playful and teasing tone to it that is getting under your skin.

“Nothing just back off,” you said, annoyed.

“Fine, I will,” Max says in his most sarcastic tone. His tone makes it clear that he is not going to leave you alone but rather he is about to mess with you even more.

As you go to walk away you feel Max grab onto your arm. You look at him with a pissed-off expression as to say “Let me go” but as you look at him your anger suddenly evaporates as all you can focus on is the way he’s looking at you with this grin on his face.

Your breath becomes shallow as you look into Max’s eyes. These long intimate stares between you two are starting to make you feel things you’ve never felt around him before. It suddenly feels as if the world is standing still and all you can see is him and his eyes locked on yours.

Your heart races at an alarming pace and you feel your body trembling underneath his touch. The heat from his strong arms holding you tight is making your cheeks red and your heart pound in your chest.

“You know. You look beautiful when you’re mad. Your face flushes and you look even more gorgeous than usual” Max says as he keeps staring at you with his signature smirk on his face. The way he’s looking at you makes you feel like he’s about to eat you up.

“Ugh just stop it!” You snap back. The way he is staring at you is making you so uncomfortable that you don’t know how to handle the situation. You’ve never seen his eyes look at you this way before.

“Stop what? Staring at you? Or is there something else about me that pisses you off?” Max says as he gets closer to you. Your body begins to tremble the closer he gets. The sexual tension between you two is thick and almost tangible. You can feel it just by standing next to him.

“You know what Max I'm gonna go to bed so good night,” you say walking away to your bedroom.

Your mind is filled with conflicting emotions and thoughts about what is going on between you two. You feel confused, angry, and embarrassed all at the same time.

“Good night princess” Max calls out to you as you walk away. The nickname he gave you makes you blush and feel embarrassed all over again. But even though your feelings and thoughts are all over the place, one thing is apparent and that is this undeniable sexual tension that is still lurking around.

“Fuck off” you yell back

You hear his loud laugh as you head into your bedroom. You can’t help but feel frustrated by all this unresolved tension between the two of you. You’ve both developed these emotions for one another that neither is acknowledging and it’s causing this intense heat and desire between the two of you that is making it hard to keep a lid on it.

Needing a break from everything you got dressed and walked over to your bedroom window and opened it slowly and quietly and then you climbed out and left. You needed to let loose and knew of the perfect way to do so. You showed the bouncer your ID and he let you right in.

The loud music pumping through the club fills your body with excitement as the bouncer lets you in. You feel unburdened by everything outside these walls. You can forget all the confusion and tension that’s been between you and Max inside these walls and just let loose. The adrenaline from the music and the rush of all this atmosphere makes you feel alive.

You head to the bar and order a drink. As you take a sip all the confusion from your mind disappears instantly. You feel completely at ease now. You don’t care about the emotions or what is going on between you and Max, all you wanna do is get as drunk as possible and have a good time away from all your stress and problems.

The night progresses and the drinks keep coming. You feel more and more carefree and liberated. You lost count of how many drinks you had and you don’t care one bit. You are having a good time and enjoying every second of it.

Eventually, the alcohol begins to cloud your brain as you dance around with strangers in the bar.

With the music blasting loud through the speakers and the alcohol flowing freely through your body you feel like the world is yours for the taking. Your inhibitions are completely thrown out the window and you don’t care what anyone thinks of you. You are letting loose and enjoying the attention and admiration you're getting from the men in the bar.

The night continues and you’ve lost count of how many different men you have danced with. All the attention, admiration, and alcohol have made your body feel so loose and airy. The alcohol has clouded your thoughts and you’ve forgotten all about Max and your unresolved emotions with him.

The evening has turned into night and you’ve lost track of time. You can barely keep your balance at this point and a lot of the time your eyes struggle to focus. You’re so drunk that you don’t even realize someone placed a new drink in your hand. You just keep drinking and don’t even ask where it came from.

Max can’t believe that his precious princess is in the bar completely drunk and wasted to the point where she can barely stand straight. His anger and frustration are mounting as he watches her dancing with the men in the bar and getting drinks from strangers. His anger is quickly replaced with rage as he starts to think about all the men in the bar trying to take advantage of her. He is about to explode with anger and frustration at the sight of her.

Max can’t just stand back and watch this happen, he has to get her out of here. But as he watches her it’s obvious that she doesn’t even recognize him or see him at all. All she is interested in is letting loose and enjoying the attention she is getting. This is driving him mad because she is his only priority and to see men trying to take advantage of her like this is making him see red.

Max pushes his way through the crowd and makes his way over to her. He has to get to his princess and get her out of this situation.

The club is packed and crowded with people and as Max pushes and shoves his way through it feels like an eternal pit of bodies. He can’t just stand back and watch all these men fawn over his girl so he keeps pushing forward until he sees her dancing with another dude.

The rage inside Max boils over as he watches another man touch and feel her body. He suddenly feels the primal and territorial urge to protect his girl from these other men. He can’t just let her do whatever she wants with them.

The jealousy inside Max is rising to a point where he can barely control it. She is his princess and only his and yet these other men are getting to touch and feel her body while he hasn’t. The way she is letting them take advantage of her makes him feel sick and furious.

Max pushes the random dude off her and grabs onto her arm tightly and roughly. She is so drunk she doesn’t even know it’s Max, all she can see is this angry-looking dude grabbing onto her and pulling her away from the crowd.

“Hey, let go of me!” She yells in a drunken slur. But Max doesn’t let go and just pulls her further away from all those predators. He keeps dragging her until he takes her outside and to a dark and secluded area away from the crowd.

“You better let me go,” she says as she tries to get loose from Max’s grip but he doesn’t let go. He is too angry to listen to what she’s saying. He just keeps dragging her further away from the club so they can talk in private without anyone nearby to hear them.

“Are you insane let go of me!” She says angrily. She can’t believe that he just randomly pulled her away from the crowd and out into the dark. Her drunken mind can’t understand that he’s trying to get her away from the people trying to take advantage of her and that he’s just trying to protect her.

“It’s for your good!” Max yells back angrily. The fact that he is trying to protect her but she can’t understand it makes him even more annoyed. He keeps tightening his grip on her hand, making her feel scared and trapped in his grasp.

“Let go of me!! You stupid idiot! I can take care of myself!” She slurs back at him. The alcohol has clouded her mind so much that she can barely speak a clear sentence and she’s not thinking logically. The more she struggles the tighter Max’s grip gets as he keeps dragging her towards the secluded spot.

“Shut it, you’re drunk. These men have already been all over you and I’m not gonna sit here and let them take you home! Don’t you get it? I’m trying to protect you!!” Max yells back angrily. He has had enough to where the jealousy and anger are starting to show through and he can’t contain his emotions any longer.

“I don’t need your protection!” She yells back angrily. Her drunken slurred speech is barely making sense and the more she talks the angrier she gets. She can’t understand why Max is being so mean and aggressive towards her. She can’t even tell that he is worried about her and just trying to get her out of this situation.

“What do you not get!? You’re drunk and those douchebags were trying to take advantage of you. That’s why I took you out here!” He yells back at her in frustration. He is starting to feel the adrenaline and rage pumping through his body as his anger and frustration grow.

“So what!? I can handle myself perfectly fine!” She slurs back and continues to try and get loose of his grasp. She tries to break free but can’t. Max is much stronger than her and is easily able to hold onto her tightly.

“Oh really what’s my name?” Max asks

She freezes and is confused by the sudden unexpected question. She squints her eyes trying to concentrate and think hard about his question. She’s so drunk that she can barely even focus on him let alone remember his name.

“God you’re such an idiot. All you care about is having fun and getting wasted. Do you even remember my name?” He asks and his tone changes from anger to annoyance as he sees she can’t remember his name.

“Is it Sid ?” You slurred

“No you dumbass it’s Max, do I look like a Sid to you?” He says angrily. He has no patience for your drunken stupidity right now and it shows in his tone of voice.

“See you can’t even answer a simple question right. All these other dudes in there have been kissing you and touching you and you can’t even remember my name. You’re drunk off your damn ass and I can’t just let you go like this.”

“So we’re going home and we’ll talk about this in the morning,” Max says opening his car door and helping you get in.

“Where are you taking me!” She yells back at him angrily, her tone is not a question it is a statement and it’s one of anger and frustration. She can’t believe he dares to take her away from her fun night out and take her home.

“I said we are going home. It’s late and I’m not going to risk having you out here all night and getting taken advantage of. I am trying to protect you so just shut up and stay silent.”

“I don’t need protection, dumbass. I can handle myself just fine!” She slurs back. The alcohol has made her arrogant and defiant and she can’t believe that Max dares to protect her from her damn self.

“Yeah, clearly you can’t handle yourself. You’re barely able to form sentences and you don’t even know what the hell is going on and I can tell you would let any man take you home right now if I hadn’t grabbed you. So as I said we are going home.”

“I hate you,” you said, turning away from him to look out the window.

“Well good because I’m not here to be your friend in any way,” Max says, starting the car and driving back home.

The drive back home is silent and filled with tension. Neither of you says a word to each other as you both sulk in your thoughts. When you finally reach home Max pulls the car into the driveway and turns off the engine.

He then gets out of the car and walks around to open the car door where you’re sitting. He turns to you and stares at you quietly, looking at you with an intense and serious look on his face.

“Get out and go straight to bed.” He says sternly. He is still furious and disappointed in you for getting so drunk and letting randoms touch you like that. The fact that you can’t remember his name also doesn’t help the situation at all.

He holds his hand out to you and looks at you expectantly like he’s waiting for you to take his hand. He wants this night to be over with but there is so much unresolved tension and emotions between the two of you that he knows there is no way this can be put behind you that easily.

The alcohol has completely taken over your mind and you can barely even walk but somehow you manage to take his hand and slowly get out of the car with the help of him steadying you. He keeps his hand firmly gripped on yours the whole time as he leads you inside the house.

He leads you up the stairs quietly and he doesn’t say a word to you the whole time. You can feel the angry and frustrated energy radiating off him and you can’t tell if it’s directed at you or himself. And the whole time your mind is a complete blur and you struggle to even form a clear thought or word.

He leads you down to your room, the room where he guards and protects you every night from the dangers of the outside world. That’s where he wants to protect you from all the men who tried to take advantage of you. But he can’t stop himself from feeling angry and frustrated that you got so drunk and gave strangers the chance to touch and feel you like that.

He helps you lie down in bed and then pulls the covers over you as if you are a little child. You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as he stands by your bed and looks down at you. You feel embarrassed that he had to take you home and that he has to put you to bed like a little kid because you drank too much.

“Please stay with me?” You asked, grabbing his hand.

“No,” Max says, pulling out of your grasp and leaving your room.

The rejection stings you like a dagger. The last thing you want at this moment is to be left alone with your thoughts. You just want the warmth and comfort of someone to soothe you and help you forget this awful night that has turned into a huge mess. Your eyes begin to well up and tears start to fall onto the pillow as the loneliness and misery hits you like a ton of bricks.

He knows exactly how hurt and vulnerable you are at this very moment, but he struggles to show his softer side. It feels strange to show kindness and compassion to someone he’s so angry at. It feels hypocritical. So instead he walks away from your bedroom and decides to go downstairs to the living room to cool off.

He sits down in his chair and stares down at his hands. All he feels is anger and disappointment towards your actions tonight. His mind is a mess of thoughts and emotions and he finds it hard to rationalize them in his head. He is trying to process this entire night and to make sense of it all.

Max finally concluded that he couldn’t stay here anymore he can’t stay here he needed a break he needed to go home back to Holland to clear his mind.

The frustration and anger inside of him reaches its boiling point and he can’t take it anymore. He can’t stay here and keep protecting you from yourself just for you to turn around and continue to put yourself in dangerous and reckless situations out of your reckless behavior. He is sick of it, sick from the worry and the stress and the constant fear. He needs to get away. He needs space a break and a chance to clear his mind.

He knew that there was no way of him falling asleep after all the emotions that had just stirred up within him while sitting in that chair. He needed to return home and try to clear his head and get away from this mess. He stands up from the chair and starts walking towards the front door. He can’t wait another minute in this house with you. He needs to leave and put some distance between the two of you.

You wake up the next morning with a nasty hangover. Your head is pounding and your stomach is in knots. The events of last night slowly creep back into your memory and the embarrassment and shame creep in as well. You can’t believe you got so drunk and acted so stupid. But as you lay there you realize there is also another feeling creeping in, one that you haven’t felt in a long time. The feeling is an intense loneliness and sadness that starts to fill your chest and spread throughout your entire body.

Getting out of bed you made your way to your bathroom to shower. You needed to wash the night before away.

The water from the shower washes away the dirtiness of last night and you wash away all the shame and embarrassment of getting completely wasted. When you step back out into your room you feel refreshed and renewed, but the loneliness is still there hanging over you. You’ve gotten so used to having Max around at night and you’re not sure what to do with the emptiness you are feeling inside your chest.

After Getting dressed you open your door expecting to see a disappointed Max. You instead met with a man standing outside your doorway.

He had dark thick hair a stubble brown eyes and he was toned and muscular he looked as if he was a god.

“Who are you?” You asked looking around for Max.

“I’m Carlos your new bodyguard,” Carlos said in a thick Spanish accent.

“Well, Carlos where’s Max?” You asked

“He left”

“He…left?” You said confused

“Yes, he left this morning. I believe he went back to Holland” Carlos says calmly. The unexpected news that Max left hits you like a punch to the stomach. You’re speechless and all the feelings of sadness and loneliness suddenly come rushing back even stronger than before.

“Why didn’t he say goodbye? Why did he just leave me? Was he mad at me?” You ask Carlos all at once. You’re not used to Max not being around and you’re feeling anxious and nervous without him. This news is like a dagger straight to your heart and your chest is tightening up with anxiety and fear.

“He didn’t tell me many details and you two have a very…complicated relationship,” Carlos says in a very calm and monotone voice. Carlos always had a calm quiet and stoic personality and he seemed almost completely unaffected by your emotions right now.

“But… he’s not coming back? Like at all?” You ask and the tone in your voice sounds like desperation and panic. You don’t know what to do without him or how you’ll be able to sleep at night without him protecting you.

“He didn’t tell me the exact details. He just said he needed some time away from you, that the situation with you has become too much for him and he needed to get away and clear his head.” Carlos says calmly. His stoicism and calm demeanor seem out of place in the situation as he talks about a very personal relationship between you and Max.

“Well, when is he coming back?” You ask and you feel a mix of panic and desperation starting to swell in your chest. You need to know if he will be coming back or if this is one and done. You’re not sure how you’ll be able to adjust to life without Max being around.

“He didn’t give me an exact timeline. He just said it would be a while and for me to take care of you in the meantime.” Carlos says looking at you with a calm expression. You can’t read him and you don’t know what he’s thinking and feeling right now which makes you even more nervous and anxious

“Wow you know how to ease a girl's mind” You walked past him and headed to the kitchen to find some food

“I believe he will be back eventually so there is no need to be distraught,” Carlos says calmly and monotone. You roll your eyes and give him a sarcastic remark as you walk past him. He didn't tell you anything that you wanted to hear. He just left with no explanation and now you have some random guy standing outside your room like he's supposed to protect you with no warning at all.

Eventually, you got used to having Carlos around he even gave you the nickname Expreso de desastre caliente and Tren descarrilado (hot mess express and train wreck) because that’s what you were.

Life with Carlos as your bodyguard was tame; he wasn't Max by no means. You learned that he was great at cooking.

You still hadn’t heard anything about Max coming back. You missed Max. He would still be here if you hadn’t acted out and drove him away.

You and Carlos became familiar with each other as the months went by. He was always calm in any situation and was very different from Max. Max was very strict and stern and would never let you get away with anything. Carlos on the other hand was much more relaxed and laid back. His protective side only really came out when there was a threat or danger. Otherwise, he was very gentle and friendly.

But despite your initial discomfort and apprehension, you did grow to really like Carlos. He was a good cook and he never got upset or annoyed with you like Max did. But even though you liked him, part of you still missed the protection and comfort that Max provided you. You started to long for Max even more and the loneliness started to creep back into your heart.

After many months without any word from Max, you finally accepted the fact that he was most likely not coming back. It seems like he was done with you and his feelings and emotions had probably changed. And despite how much things had changed and how much you missed him, you continued with your life and adjusted to having Carlos as your bodyguard.

You two became fairly close and you enjoyed his company. Despite not having the same deep emotional connection that you had with Max, you still enjoyed having him around. But you couldn’t help but notice that the loneliness and emptiness you felt was still nagging at you inside. You missed Max and wanted him to come back so that you could be reunited with him and no longer feel lonely and empty.

More months went by and you were living your life and you and Carlos became very close, but you still couldn’t shake that feeling of empty loneliness that had permeated every inch of your being, and you couldn’t help but miss Max. That constant empty loneliness never lifted and you missed his warmth and presence that always seemed to bring your heart comfort and reassurance.

You start to wonder if you will ever hear from Max again. It’s been so long that you fear the possibility that he might have completely moved on and forgotten about you. Even though you had adjusted to life without him and had become close to Carlos, your heart still ached for Max and you still couldn’t shake that emptiness inside of you.

You woke up this morning to another sex dream about Max. At this point, you were sexually frustrated and couldn’t get any relief no matter how much you tried. So you left your bedroom slamming your door and stomped all the way downstairs.

“What’s wrong with you?” Carlos asked looking up at you.

“Nothing,” you say bitterly, still sulkily walking down the stairs and sitting down on your couch. You were in no mood to chat with Carlos or to tell him anything. He just couldn’t compare to Max and you were starting to resent Carlos for that.

“Really because that pour on your face says different,” Carlos says.

“Just leave me alone. I’m not in the mood to talk right now.” You snap at Carlos. The fact that he’s even trying to have a conversation with you right now pisses you off because he could never understand a fraction of the pain and frustration you were dealing with inside.

“Hey hey hey I’m just trying to help,” Carlos says holding his hands up

“How the hell can you help me, Carlos?” You snap at him angrily. It’s clear that you want to be left alone but Carlos was being too nice and calm for you like always and you didn’t know how to handle it.

“I’m frustrated ok I’m sexually frustrated there I said it,” you said.

Carlos stares at you and is slightly taken aback by your admission. You have never spoken this openly and honestly to Carlos but you just couldn’t contain it anymore.

Your anger and frustration towards the situation is boiling over and you just want to let out all of your frustration on someone. Carlos just happens to be the closest thing to you so he gets the brunt of it.

Carlos just stares at you in disbelief for a second before he lets out a breath and sits down next to you. He doesn’t know what to say or how to comfort you at this moment. Your honesty and openness catch him off guard and you can’t help but feel embarrassed and foolish about how you’re acting right now.

“Are you… um…. I mean do you need some help?” Carlos asks you and he is a little taken aback by the sudden conversation turning in this direction. You never expected him to ask you something like that but you guess that he was just being genuine and wanted to help.

“Well the Spanish are known to be generous lovers,” Carlos says with a shrug of his shoulders

That was not the response you had expected from him. You roll your eyes and scoff at his reply. “Is that so?” You say sarcastically. You aren’t sure how he’s supposed to help you with this but your curiosity has been piqued and you want to see where this conversation is going to go.

“Well, I guess we are… it’s in our blood. It’s natural for us to love passionately.” Carlos says with a shrug and a smile. The way he says it makes you feel very uncomfortable and you roll your eyes again.

“That’s great but I don’t think that helps the situation here.” You say frustrated because this convo was going nowhere and it was only making you feel more annoyed and uncomfortable. The whole topic was uncomfortable and awkward and you don’t even know why you brought it up in this way.

“I’m sexually frustrated Carlos I haven’t had sex In almost a year” you admit looking into his darkened brown eyes

Carlos stares at you for a long minute and seems taken by surprise by your honesty and bluntness. He looks at you with a little bit of shock and you can’t help but feel embarrassed and awkward by how honest and direct you were being. You didn’t think he was going to say anything else other than that but he doesn’t look disgusted or turned off by what you just admitted to him.

“I see…” is his only response. He sits there pondering what to say next and what the solution might be to your problem. There was no doubt that he was very attracted to you as well but he also knew you were off-limits since he was supposed to be your bodyguard.

“Can I help you with your problem?” Carlos asked looking at you

That wasn’t the response you expected. You felt yourself get a bit hot and flushed upon hearing this. You were very surprised that he would say something like that. You knew he found you attractive and that he was very charming but you never expected him to outright offer to help you in this way.

“Why? We can’t… we wouldn’t… it’s not… I mean…I can’t.” You start fumbling with your words because you don’t know what to say or how to respond to this proposition he just made.

Carlos just stares at you with a smirk on his face. He can see the desperation and the conflict inside you to deny him but also to accept what he’s offering at the same time.

“Are you sure because the way you flushed and rubbed your thighs together is to say that you need relief?” Carlos says

Your eyes widen when he says that. You didn’t realize that you were giving away your desperation and lust so easily. You sit there completely flustered and embarrassed that he brought your subconscious movements to the forefront. Your body wanted release but your mind and consciousness were fighting back.

Carlos is very caught off guard by your sudden movement and he stares at you with an amazed look on his face. You have to admit that you’re surprised too because there was no way you expected to be doing this right now but your body had taken over and you weren’t thinking rationally.

You moved quickly and now you were on top of Carlos with him pressed back against the couch. You wanted him so badly and couldn’t think clearly. You needed him to make you feel good and release this tension that had been building.

The way your body moves to straddle him makes him very tempted. You can see the desire in his eyes as he stares up at you. You can feel his breath on your neck and his hands slowly start moving to your thighs.

You leaned down and began to kiss Carlos hard and passionately. His hands moved from the top of your thighs to your grip your ass. You have a bruise there in the morning but you don’t care.

Your kiss was more desperate and urgent than ever before. The desire and thirst in your body were unquenchable and there was no way you could get enough of Carlos. You’re lost in the feeling and the heat of the moment and you didn’t care how hard or where on your body you were touched because you just wanted more.

It was undeniable that the feeling was mutual. Carlos started to kiss you back with the same intensity and passion and his hand moved up your body until he was caressing your breast. His touch was sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body and you couldn’t help but moan and squirm on top of him.

Your kisses became wild and frantic and the desire grew inside of you to a point it was overwhelming. You wanted him so badly and he wanted you. Your kisses became more intense and it felt like your bodies were one. You wanted to stay in the moment and never let it end.

Your breathing became rapid and your body moved with a desperate rhythm. You wanted nothing more than to be lost in this moment with Carlos and let him take you further than you have ever gone before.

The next morning you wake up and feel a bit awkward and hungover from the intense night before. Your body felt a bit sore and tired and the feeling of the previous night was still fresh in your mind. You were still shocked and a bit embarrassed by how fast and intense things had heated up with Carlos. You were almost certain that your body had bruises on it and you were ready to get up in the bathroom and check but you were still really tired.

You’re about to try to get up again and go to the bathroom but you can hear a strange noise coming from downstairs. You listen closely and hear what is like a struggle going on in the living room. You immediately freeze and become tense and afraid.

The noise is loud and intense and you can hear things being knocked over and things being smashed. You begin to feel terrified and anxious about the situation. Something is wrong and you can't just sit here and do nothing about it.

You quickly jump out of bed and quickly put some clothes on before heading to the door. You take a deep breath and try to prepare yourself for what you might see on the other side. You feel like a deer in headlights but you know that you have no choice but to face whatever is waiting for you on the other side of the door.

You slowly walk to the door and take another deep breath. Your heart is pounding so loud in your ears that you can tell that it's pumping adrenaline so intensely inside your body and your mind is thinking so many thoughts at once it's hard to process everything. Your body moves almost automatically to the door and your hand slowly reaches towards the knob.

Your hand grabs ahold of the knob and for a moment your body freezes. You don't know what you're about to face or what you will come across when you open the door. You stand there frozen with the doorknob in your hand, waiting for the courage to open it and face whatever is on the other side.

Opening the door you step out and bump into a frazzled Carlos.

“We need to go now,” Carlos says grabbing your hand and pulling you back into your bedroom.

“Grab your go bag,” Carlos says barricading the door with your dresser you did as he said.

“Put your shoes on” he informs running to your window and opening it

“Listen to me and listen closely when your feet touch the ground. I want you to run into the woods. I'll be right behind you” Carlos says helping you climb out.

With all the adrenaline pumping through your body you don’t ask any questions or wonder what is going on. You trust and follow Carlos blindly with an intense sense of urgency and fear. As soon as you’re out the window Carlos quickly follows behind you and then begins running into the woods. You follow him quickly and run as fast as you can after him.

You run as fast as you can and try to keep up with Carlos. You can feel the tension and seriousness in the situation and you can tell that something really bad is going on. You have no idea what is going on but you feel like you’re life is in danger and you trust Carlos to keep you safe during this situation. Your mind is going a million miles a minute and the sound of your footsteps crunching on the forest floor is the loudest thing you can hear right now.

You follow Carlos through the woods and he seems to have a clear direction where he’s going. Your focus stays locked on him and you keep your eyes trained on his back as you try to keep up with him. You’re breathing heavily and you can tell that you’re running out of oxygen quickly but Carlos keeps his pace so you have no choice but to keep going.

You keep looking ahead and after ten minutes of sprinting you feel like you’re going to throw up from all the exhaustion and fatigue. You have no idea how much longer he is going to keep taking you through the woods like this but you have to follow him no matter what. The fear and anxiety of this situation are overwhelming and you can feel your whole body breaking down from the intensity of it all.

“I need a break I can’t keep up,” you said hunched over taking deep breaths.

Catching your breath you looked up and noticed that you lost Carlos.

“Carlos?!” You called out heaving

You look around anxiously and can’t see Carlos because all the trees look the same and the woods seem to go on forever. You called around for him but he did not respond and the fear and anxiety of the situation grew even more intense. You started to freak out a little bit and you wanted to scream out for him but you couldn’t even get the words out.

Just then you heard a scream come from the distance. It sounded like Carlos and your eyes snapped towards the sound of his voice. You started to run in that direction calling out his name. “Carlos? Carlos where are you?!”

You keep running in that direction with all the adrenaline and fear rushing through your veins. Your body was tired and you could feel that your breath was short and quick. If he was hurt or in danger, you had to find him now. You kept running through the woods and finally saw a movement ahead and you hoped it was him.

You kept rushing towards the movement and you saw that it was Carlos. You slowed down as you got closer and he was being held at gunpoint. Four men were surrounding him and were holding him hostage. Your heart sank when you saw this situation and you immediately stopped in your tracks.

Carlos was begging for his life and the men around him were demanding that you show yourself. They did not look like nice people and you could tell that they were not going to let Carlos go anytime soon. You were so relieved when you found Carlos but now you have to figure out how to get him out of this situation.

Carlos made eye contact with you and mouthed a single word “Run”

You immediately understood what he was trying to say. He wanted you to run away right now and leave him to his fate. Your heart broke for him but you had no choice but to listen to his pleading and run away. You turned around immediately and started running in the opposite direction with all the speed and strength you had left.

You didn’t get very far as you bumped into one of the masked men who grabbed your arm and dragged you back to the group of men

You were so stunned when the masked man suddenly grabbed you and pulled you back towards the group. Your mind started to race with thoughts and your heart started beating so fast it was hard to think. You were scared and anxious and you didn’t know what they were going to do with you now.

Two of the men grabbed you by the arms and held you firmly in place so you could not get away. You were shaking and your heart started beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode. The more you struggle the tighter the mask men hold you. They were strong and you couldn’t even move an inch.

The third man came up behind you and pressed the butt of a gun to your head. You flinched and froze in scared silence. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt like you were going to pass out from fear. You could feel the cold metallic feel of the barrel of the gun pressed against your head.

“We need them alive,” the leader said.

“Are you sure, boss? I don’t think they’re going to cooperate with us and it’s a lot simpler to just off them now. Less work.” One of the men said while holding you tightly.

“I’m sure! I have a better plan for them. We’re bringing in a few more men to help transport them somewhere. They both need to survive and you need to keep them in one piece.” The boss said firmly.

“Understood boss,” one of them says while moving behind you and tying your hands together tightly. You tried to resist but the men were too strong and you could not escape their grip. You felt helpless and terrified.

The man moved to a third man and put his hands behind your back and he tied your hands tightly together. You are now tied up tightly by these men like a prisoner. The fear and tension in your body were rising with each move the men made. You feel trapped and you can’t help but wonder what the leader's plan is and what he wants with you and Carlos.

The masked men dragged you and Carlos to a building a few miles off from where they first found you. You and Carlos were forced into a dark room and you could not see your surroundings. The masked men tied you both to chairs and started to put sacks over your heads.

You were feeling a mix of fear and confusion. You couldn’t see anything but you were still able to hear everything that was going on around you. The room was dark and you could feel an intense amount of anxiety starting to build up inside of you. Your breathing began to quicken and you were sweating because of the fear building up inside your body.

“Carlos answer me please” you cried desperately for an answer. Carlos doesn’t respond and you hear only the sound of his breathing. You don’t know whether he is still alive or if he’s passed out from the pain and suffering you both endured in this room. Your fear was growing and you wanted to scream out for him to say something but you felt like your voice had been completely drained of all strength. You were so desperate for him to be alive and for him to respond to you.

You felt a sense of relief when you felt the tap of Carlos’s feet against yours. It was a small gesture but it was reassuring to you when you needed it the most. It told you that he was still there with you and that you weren’t alone in this fight. It gave you an instant comfort that everything was going to be okay and you weren’t going to have to do this by yourself.

As the minutes passed you continued to tap your foot against his and it became a form of communication in the absence of words. The sound of his foot tapping yours was calming and it felt like he was telling you that he was still there with you and that he was going to support you through this horrible situation you were going through. You felt a sense of relief and comfort with each tap of his foot against yours.

You continued to tap your foot against his and you could feel the tears still streaming down your cheeks. Your eyes were so heavy and you could barely keep them open anymore. You wanted to fall asleep but you didn’t want to let your consciousness slip away in case something happened to you or Carlos.

A few days later you wake up hearing gunshots coming from outside the door and the feeling of terror takes over your body. You had been waiting and praying for someone to come and rescue you guys and now it seems like the prayer has been answered. The shots get closer and louder and with each shot your heart skips a beat. You hear voices coming from outside the door and you try not to let your imagination run wild and instead you focus on your breathing.

You hear the doorknob click and the door opens suddenly. Your heart jumped up in your throat as your eyes strained to adjust to the bright light. The last few minutes seemed more like a lifetime of fear and uncertainty and now it was coming to an end. You waited for a second and then finally saw something that you were hoping to see.

You see a group of armed men who bust into the room and aim their guns at the masked men. You can’t believe your eyes and you don’t know if this is real or if you had just lost your whole mind in this situation alone. You couldn’t even scream your relief or excitement you could only stare and keep your eyes on the armed men. The voices of the masked men were raised and they were shouting something but with the adrenaline pumping through you, your mind wasn’t processing what they were saying.

One of the armed men walked towards you and the other walked towards Carlos. The other men followed behind him and they all kept their guns aiming directly at you and Carlos. The man who was walking towards Carlos pulled the sack off his head and let him out of the chair.

The man walked over to you and cut the ropes on your hands and arms. You tried not to move fast because your body was still so weak and exhausted but you could not contain the joy and relief you felt in your body.

The feeling of being freed from those ropes felt like the best feeling in the world. You felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders and you couldn’t wait to get up and hug Carlos. You were still shaken and anxious from all the tormenting you had endured but now it was finally over.

The man grabbed you and helped you up from your chair and you almost fell to the ground from sheer exhaustion and relief. You tried to stand on your feet but you were still shaky and the man that had rescued you held you in his arms to keep you standing.

The armed man let you go and you immediately ran over and hugged Carlos. You couldn’t stop the flow of emotions that were pouring through your body and your tears streamed down your cheeks as you held onto him tightly. You were in each other’s arms and you couldn’t believe that you had made it out of this situation alive and together.

Carlos held you in his arms tightly and you could feel his heartbeat racing through his chest. The fear and anxiety that you both had felt was melting away and you could feel the relief and joy that you were both feeling in this moment. You were so grateful to the man that had rescued you both and you couldn’t believe that both of you had survived this awful situation together.

A few days have passed since you and Carlos were rescued from the horrifying situation. You both spent some time in the hospital to recover from the physical and emotional trauma of the whole thing. You are feeling much better, although both of you are still a little shaken up by the entire ordeal. You are both so grateful to be alive and you cannot stop thinking about how close you both came to death.

You spend the next few days in and out of consciousness when you finally come to you look around the room and see a figure holding your hand in theirs. The smell of his cologne gave him away to your senses Max it was Your Max.

You’re still so weak you don’t even need to open your eyes to know who the figure is. The smell of his cologne is unmistakable. You smile to yourself before slowly opening your eyes and looking over at him. The memories of what happened flood through your mind again and you squeeze his hand tightly.

As you squeeze his hand he squeezes back and you feel relief and comfort wash through your body. You can tell by his look that he is happy to see that you’re awake and conscious again. The memory of what happened is still fresh in your mind and you don’t want to think about it anymore. You instead focus on his face and his warm touch.

“Where were you?” You asked crying

He smiles and wipes away the tears from your cheeks with his thumb and gently cups your face. “Don’t cry, I’m here now and everything is going to be okay.” He says softly and he kisses your forehead.

You lean into his touch and let out another tear. It had felt so long since you had felt his warm touch and just being able to be close to him again made everything else feel less real. You hold his hand tightly and you don’t want to let go.

He holds your hand tightly and continues to rub circles on your palm. “I’m here and I’m not going to leave you again,” he says in a gentle voice. This feeling of safety and comfort is soothing you and you feel yourself relaxing in his touch.

You close your eyes and let out another breath. Your body is still so weak but just being close to him is making you feel stronger. The smell of his cologne is so comforting and you felt like everything was where it should be. You were safe now and you were with him.

He continues to hold your hand and he keeps rubbing the circles on your palm. He doesn’t say anything and you can hear his breathing becoming slower and deeper. You feel his body relax a bit as you continue to hold your eyes closed. Everything feels right.

When Carlos went back to Spain you kept in touch by calling and texting every few weeks. You also kept in touch with Max who had become your boyfriend over the course of the past year. It’s been a year since you and Carlos were abducted and tortured and you both have come along way in healing.

“Another nightmare?” Max asked holding you

“Yeah, another nightmare.” You sighed into his chest. The nightmares kept coming and you didn’t know if they were ever going to end. You were still dealing with the trauma of what happened a year ago and your nightmares were becoming more frequent.

“I’m tired of these nightmares” you said as you cuddled closer towards him. The feelings of anxiety and stress overwhelmed your body and you just wanted to feel safe and protected.

“And I’m tired of seeing you go through them.” He said wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you closer and kissed you on the forehead. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. These nightmares will stop eventually.” He said softly while still holding you in his arms.

“I love you max” you sighed softly into his chest

“I love you too.” He said softly and he leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. In that moment you felt safe and comforted by his touch and by this whole exchange. The feeling of having Max in your life made the whole past year seem like just another long bad dream.

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