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and i’m sorry but why does this lady keep interacting with these white supremacist? first, tucker carlson, candace owens, and NOW ben shapiro!!? how insane is this!? like whatever reason ben shapiro has with megan he has with you too nicki!? you make sexual songs and shake your ass too?!? you are one of many pioneers of sexually liberating rap, whatever he said about megan it’s applied to you too nicki! whether you think so or not! then she platforms him to her insane barbz it’s ridiculous honestly. you made these black women empowerment songs/verses just for you to disregard them. protecting black women means for EVERY black woman even the ones you don’t like. you are not fundamental for black girls. you quote tweet these conservative white men on your platform to belittle megan, like they wouldn’t belittle you too in a new york second like…. LMAOOO. rest please, im begging! watch she turn into a evangelical she-devil in like 10 years or so!
#ben shapiro would be on her ass if it was 2014 again and anaconda came out#megan thee stallion#nicki minaj#also her husband is a rapist i don’t understand why she feels so attacked#she knew he was rapist when she start fucking him again#i miss bktidalwave#i would’ve loved her instagram live right about now lmaoo
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Hello broko loco it's been a minute.
So this idea just came to mind.
How about a Mafia AU.
Jenna x Mafia leader FR
So how about Jenna getting kidnapped by R's rivals and that's when she actually finds out r is part of the Mafia. Her being taken away, then R finds out before the other bitches make demands because... connections. And she goes on a killing spree just to save her girl.
Then they talk about everything [tragic backstory intestifies (only if you feel like it)] and Jenna ends up falling asleep in R's arms due to being exhausted.
Feel free to delete this if it makes you uncomfortable. Take your time ik you have situation pt 6 on the way that's why I'm insisting on this.
And I hope you have a great day<3
Should have told ya
Jenna Ortega x Mafia leader reader
A/n: I don’t know shit about the mafia and I couldn’t really find anything online that made sense to me😂
There was a part of your life that you didn’t like to talk about and you didn’t want people to know about. Sure that sounds drastic but everybody who knew was in danger too, so you liked to keep to yourself. You actually did in general, until you met a certain actress. You ran into each other when one of your newbies fucked up, you and your crew were in a hurry and one of them ran into her. In General no problem but you didn’t like the fact that he didn’t say sorry, sure you were a mafia boss but that doesn’t mean that you guys can’t be polite. Especially after you saw how pretty the girl was, you let the others walk past you as you hurried back to say that you’re sorry. And somehow a relationship built from that.
You still never told her that you were part of the mafia, let alone that you were the boss. Your mafia was kinda different thou, you didn’t like killing people for nothing and you didn’t like the rivalry between the different mafias, you believe that you did more of a good thing. You still killed people and did some dirty stuff but a lot of them were people who abused kids, rapists or stuff like that. Because let’s be honest, the law system was shit and someone had to do something.
But there were people who had problems with that, especially another mafia group in California. You liked to believe that this was the only useless blood flowing you were the cause off.
“Baby?” You called as you walked into your house, Jenna was waiting for you after a long day of work, you couldn’t wait to see her. “Jen?” You called out again, your voice louder this time, but there was still no answer. You called out again and again, dialing her number walking trough every room, she was nowhere to find, you even started calling her co stars but nobody knew where she was. You couldn’t help but panic as you called in some of your members, hoping that they would help you find her. It only got worse when you found a envelope in front of your house with headphones in it.
After around 20 minutes you sent 12 troops of 3 out to look for her all around the city, you and four others tried to track her. There was no luck in tracking her phone, it was either turned off or destroyed, but you did have luck when you hacked into some cameras of your rivals where you found Jenna sitting in an abandoned building, tears streaming down her face. Your blood boiled with anger, you immediately called everybody to the location, this was gonna be their end.
After around 10 black cars pulled up to the house you entered. They were checking each room, you darting for the living room where you thought she’d be but there was only one person, Tom, second man of your rivals. “Where is she?” You growled at him, having problems keeping your anger at bay. “You really thought we were gonna keep her here? You’ll give us what we want and then maybe, just maybe, you’ll see her again” that was enough for you, you nodded at Mike, your second man, who grabbed Tom to hold him still.
After you’ve punched him around 20 times his face was bloody, his nose and jaw broken but he still wouldn’t talk and it fueled your anger. “You know what, I’m over this and I’m over playing nice. Torture him until he talks and if he doesn’t? Kill him.” Suddenly the guy was panicked, you weren’t known for torture and you seemed so serious that it scared the shit out of him.
Not even 15 minutes after you’ve left you heard him call you causing you to grin. “Now you wanna talk?” You asked as you entered with a smile, “yes, she’s at the warehouse down south” he was heaving, tears streaming down his face while yours held a smile. “Good, keep him here, if she’s not there, kill him” after you hit him one more time you left with 10 more people.
“Alright, this time no talking. Me and Mike are going in and if there’s a problem I’m calling back up alright? Somebody gets in your way? Kill them, nobody takes my girl” everybody was surprised by your behavior, you normally were pretty chill and laid back and you never got close to anyone really. “We are going in”
You kicked in the door, making your presence known as two people already came running towards you. Each of you fought one to the ground, you slicing the throat of yours. It went like that until you had around 10 people down, most of them dead. After you killed the last one you finally saw her, they had stuffed her mouth, tied her to a chair and ripped her shirt to the point where you could see her bra. Their leader, Paul, a complete ass, stood in front of her saying something that made her whimper which made you growl.
You nodded at Mike before running off and tackling their boss to the ground, a surprised sound coming from the girl next to you. While you repeatedly hit the man under you, Mike cut the ropes to free the smaller girl who cowered next to him, the guy she knew as your best friend. “Never. Touch. My. Girl. Again” you stressed each word with a harsh hit to his face before finally standing up to look at Jenna.
“Are you alright baby?” Your voice immediately went soft when you talked to her, your hands reaching for her waist while hers landed on your shoulder. “You’re part of the fucking mafia” she gasped slightly pushing you away from her, “you’re not just a part, you’re the fucking boss” you studied her face as your thumb rubbed circles over her waist. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I thought it was saver when you didn’t know, I’m so sorry baby” you told her but she only shook her head. “Let’s just get out of here” she grumbled and walked away causing you to sigh. “Mike, go with her. She shouldn’t be alone right now” you told him as you knew that she didn’t wanna see you right now.
Mike jogged towards her until he was next to her, “you’re a part of this too huh?” She said looking straight toward. “Yes, but you shouldn’t be too harsh on y/n. She was scared of you getting hurt and when you disappeared today? It was the first time in 19 years that I saw her really scared, she would have blown up the whole damn world to find you” he explained as they walked up to your car. Jenna’s heart sank when she heard that, it did kind of make sense that you didn’t tell her but today really was a shock.
“I’m gonna let somebody drive you home… to your home and there’s gonna be someone stationed in front of your house the whole time” you told her as you opened the door for her as she nodded. “Goodbye Jenna, im sorry” you mumbled again before closing the door. Her heart sank again when you closed the door, the whole thing sounded like a forever goodbye. She hoped that you’d come to her house in a different car, but you didn’t.
She waited a whole hour before calling you. “Jenna? Are you alright?” You quickly rushed out the words as soon as you picked up the phone, “no! You’re gonna get your ass here and we are gonna talk about everything” you sighed, “Jen-“ “Stop it! Get your ass here right now” this time you didn’t protest, you said your goodbye and walked to your car.
When she opened the door for you, your heart sped up. She was wearing one of your hoodies that went to her knees which made her look adorable. “Come in” she said as she pulled you to the couch. “Talk” you chuckled at her bossiness but started nonetheless.
“My parents were shot in a mafia fight when I was 8, I was alone in their restaurant sitting next to their dead bodies when an old man came inside. Just minutes before I saw him trying to protect my parents, he introduced himself as Frank, saying that he knew my parents and that he was very sorry for their death and that he’d like me to come with him. He’d take care of me and he did, he did more than I could have asked for. Years later, I believe I was 14 I learned that he was the reason my family died, he was the reason they were involved in it. But I couldn’t be mad at him, my father decided to join on his own, he was a grown man after all and he tried to do good.” you took a deep breath, talking about your parents was still hard for you. Jenna noticed and slightly curled herself into you, the heat and the familiar feeling that radiated off of her comforted you. “Frank retired 5 years ago, making me the boss as I was like his daughter, I learned everything about it since he took care of me. We always tried to make this a better place which some of the other mafia groups didn’t like, which is what brings us to today. I never told you because I thought I could keep you safe that way, my dad told my mom and she died because of it. You’re my first relationship since I’ve been 15, I was always too afraid of putting them in danger. Until you came, you had this hold on me that I just couldn’t break your heart” you finished as tears welled in your eyes.
“Oh honey” Jenna sat herself on your lap with her arms around your neck pressing your face into her chest as you silently cried. “I get that you didn’t tell me but next time, just be honest so I know what I’d get myself into. I still would be here you know?” She pulled your head up to kiss you, you immediately kissed her back as your arms tightened around her waist to pull her closer. “I love you Jenna” you whispered against her lips, making her smile, “I love you too my little mafia boss” both of you giggled before she settled into your arms in a more comfortable position. You just held her for a moment, happy that she was still with you and that she was fine. “I wanna meet Frank this week” she mumbled sleepily and not even 2 minutes later she was asleep on top of you causing your heart to melt.
You carefully moved until you were laying on the couch with her laying on top of you, you kissed her head before closing your eyes too.
She is going to make a great mafia boss
#reader insert#brooooswriting#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x y/n#wednesday addams x reader#jenna
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The Wrong Way: Chapter 3
Joel Miller X fem!Reader
Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, an both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?
WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, graphic depictions of violence, being turned on by violence, pregnancy, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot)but fair warning, major age gap
This is a reader fic, reader is early 20's, Joel is 40's at this point, reader is small enough that the men can lift her, but these are strong men. Reader is also referred to as little one, little girl ETC, but that's more in reference to her age/innocence than physical size.
Please reread warnings, as they have been updated.
Chapter Summary: Joel softens, just a bit.
Pretty fucking proud of this chapter. Might be some of my best work yet.
This chapter is detacated to my friend @maura-honey i fucking love yoooouuuuuuuuuu she made a tumblr just to read my shit <3
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When you woke up that moring, Joels fingers were inside, lips on your neck… kissing… something he’d never done with you before. He’d also never fingered you this much, he might give a few pumps at most to ease you in, but in generally Joel had no regard for your comfort when he was feral with you. You could hear how wet you were, none of the fear you usually had during sex holding you back because you were fast asleep. Hell, you could fucking smell how wet you were, Joel must’ve been fingering you for a while, because you knew you were about to cum.
You couldn’t open your eyes, too tired, too sleepy, too exhausted. Memories of last night flooded in as you grew closer, you bodies pain bringing back specific memories. As you lay on your back, you start to remember, every prick of pain cueing a new memory as your exhausted body gave into Joel. Your burning scalp; he dragged you from the barn to the house, Tommy yelling at Joel to knock it off, holding you up. The rug burn on your neck that Joel didn’t seem to notice as he kissed and sucked hickies into it; Joel ripped your shirt open with one hand, your skin taking the bunt of the pain where his calloused hands clearly did not, exposing you to all the men watching hungrily. Your hips ached; you were bent over the table pounded into the edges. Your wrists; the handcuffs that dug into your skin. Your cunt, currently being abused again by Joel’s thick fingers, inside you, only saved from the brutal pain of a gang rape by Tommy’s mercy. And finally, your hip; Joel’s pelvis bucked as he gave you his own sick version of pleasure, but since you were on your back, his pants rubbed against the fresh wound where he branded his initials into your skin.
“AH!” You shout, fully awake now at the searing pain in your side.
“Good morning, sunshine” Joel mutters softly into your neck. He was oddly tender today, was he trying to make you cum on his fingers? You didn’t have time to think much, it became clear he was still wearing jeans, and you butt naked from last night, Tommy’s clothes he left untouched on the floor that you were now wishing were on you as the rough material on him dug into you.
“Joel- no, Joel-ah! stop-” You tried to protest, brain still foggy, trying to move away, but he continued to grind into you, large body pinning you down.
“You always say that, but you’re so fucking wet, little one” He pulled you closer, the seems of his crotch tearing open the damaged skin.
Joel thought this was your usual pleas, you began crying from the sting and burn on your hip as he stimulated himself on you. “No, not Joel it hurts, please” you sob, unable to speak clearly “Joel the- the burn- ugh!” You didn’t have it in your from stopping the sounds you made, the ones you usually stifled to all hell because god, Joel was beginning to feel good, and you hated yourself for it.
“There we go, knew you wanted it, always putting up a fight…” Joel went for your lips, but you whipped your head away, sobbing from the pain that was so bad you didn’t care what Joel thought of you rejecting this newfound, strange affection that you didn’t know what to make of. “C’mon now, baby girl” Joel’s tone was stern, but not the anger you expected. Usually, after he fucked you, he seemed to feel bad, providing you with some semblance of care afterwards… maybe last night was clearly crossing such a line that he still felt bad… so why did he have so little regard for the pain you were clearly in? You continue sobbing and when you look at Joel, rubbing your eyes, you see him look almost… confused? You didn’t cry like this infront of him… you cried, but it was softer…
The next words you did not expect. “Don’t I make you feel good?”
You couldn’t contain your anger. “You hurt me!”
“Oh come on.” He says almost condescendingly. “My fingers are nothing compared to my dick.” But he still looked… confused? Concerned that you wouldn’t stop sobbing and shaking. He thought it was the fingers that were the problem? He moved towards you and you wince, only to find that he was wrapping the blanket around you and picking you up. He carried you like a toddler, carrying you under your ass and thighs, your face looking over his shoulder and you couldn’t help the instinct to wrap your arms around him as he walked toward your door.
“No, no I don’t want to go out there” Panic rose up inside you, fearful your yelling was going to get you a treatment like last night all over again, or leave you for Nick and the others, and would Tommy be able to save you? How many times could Tommy step in without losing his head… You didn’t want Tommy to get hurt, not for you… You try to tell him you’re sorry, that you’ll stop, but between the desperate words and choked sobs, you weren’t making much sense, and you got the feeling he wasn’t listening anyway.
When you were taken to the living room, the men immediately perked up, no doubt hoping they’d get their chance with you, but Joel kept walking towards the door. Was he done with you? Was he taking you outback to kill you, maybe have a round or two with your dead body that wouldn’t put up a fight like you do, then leave your naked body to decompose? The panic had set it, and the crying became shouting.
“Joel! Please! Don’t, please-T- Tom- TOMMY! TOMMYYY!!!” You scream for the only person you could trust, scrambling helplessly to get out of his his grasp but it was useless, you kick and fight and scream for his brother.
“Why the fuck are you cry’n to him for?” Joel muttered more to himself than anything, and you want to shut yourself up lest Joel suspect what happened, but you can’t think clearly, scrambling to get out of his grasp, wishing to god your brother was still alive or that Tommy would come save you. You’d be good, you’d stop acting up, you’d stop doing things that put Tommy and yourself at risk if please, please he’d come fix it just one more time…
You were outside, the sun was rising, the air was crisp but not bitter, and you were in shock… you hadn’t seen anything of sunlight other than your pathetic window since before Joel had taken you… you realized you stopped crying, Joel’s large hard rubbing your back as he calmly sh’d you as you shook in his arms. Joel sat down on the steps of the porch, cradling you in his arms like a baby.
“Let’s enjoy the view”
Now, what exactly did Joel think was happening here? Who were you to him? Because he was cruel and violent, but then came tenderness… the way he talked yesterday, the way he seemed so betrayed, so convinced that he was good to you, that you deserted him… did he care about you? You did as he said, watching the sunshine and listening to the birds tweet…
“You’re bleeding” You look at Joel and he’s frowning, peeling off the blanket and exposing your nakedness to the outside. Your hip had bleed through the thin blanket enough, and Joel’s fingers touched around the open wound, deep concern in his eyes. “What happened?”
You were flabbergasted. Did he not remember?
“You… you branded me…”
Joel shook his head. “No, no I mean why’s it bleed’n?” He looked to you. “Were you picking at it?”
You couldn’t help but blink, dumbfounded as it seemed he genuinely did not know how he tortured you. “You hurt me, Joel. This morning… Your jeans…”
Joel looked down at his jeans and saw the blood from when he rubbed on the raw and open skin. “I did that?”
“Yeah”
“That’s why you were cry’n?”
“Yeah. It really hurts.”
“It looks like it does…” Joel looked back at you. “Did anyone touch you last night?”
You shake your head. “Tommy unlocked me.”
“Tommy touch you last night?”
Again, you shake your head. “Just to put the ointment on my thigh, I swear”
“You’d tell me if anyone touched you, right? Including Tommy?”
You freeze… What did he know? Did Tommy already tell him? Was Joel testing you? Would it be better to be honest… no, Tommy wouldn’t tell Joel, he wouldn’t do that to you. “Yeah, I’d tell you.”
Joel nodded, seeming to believe you… Then, he called inside. “Nick!”
You startle at his shout, and even more so when Joel sits you on the porch, careful to keep you covered. “Watch her” Joel says to the redheaded man. “I gotta get some shit, and don’t-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t fucking touch her I heard the spiel last time, Miller.”
Joel glared at him, but left you outside with Nick, where there was silence for a moment as you watched him nervously. Nick’s eyes had been intent on you every time Tommy or Joel took you to the bathroom, or if he was walking by the door when they opened it, and he had been very eager to get a piece of you when Joel temporarily lifted the ban. You startled when he spoke.
“You just think you’re hot shit, don’t you?”
You didn’t know what to make of that. You felt the complete opposite of hot shit, you felt pathetic and used and in pain…
He kept talking. “You got both fucking Millers wrapped around you’re god damn finger, just have to sit in that room and get fucked, huh?”
You look up at him, unmoving.
“He’ll kill you, eventually, you know. Or he’ll get board of you, throw you to the rest of us and we’ll rape you until you’re dead, and Tommy won’t be able to stop it. He can’t always be there to protect you.”
Joel opened the door and Nick acted innocent, heading back inside without a word.
“He say anything to you?” Joel asked, sitting down with you.
You knew it was best to keep your mouth shut, not cause problems. “No”
“Good. Don’t like ‘em look’n at you. Barely tolerating Tommy but…” Joel opens up the first aid box and gets working, cleaning the wound.
You whimper, but try to keep it together. “But what?”
“I ain’t around much and… well I’m not exactly good at talk’n. Tommy’s better at that, better company.”
You had wondered if Joel knew about Tommy playing cards and talking with you. It seems he did, and he allowed it… because he knew you’d be bored? With Joel newfound softness and obvious guilt, you decided to test something.
“Could… could I maybe…”
“I ain’t letting you go, little girl. You’re mine.”
“No, no I know” You quickly assured. “Maybe next time you’re out, if you found something maybe…”
Joel softened his tone. “What is it, sweetness?”
You take a deep breath. “Maybe a book?” Joel turned to you. “Or just something to do, Tommy gave me playing cards but I can only do so much… ”
“You can read?”
Fair question, “My mom taught me.”
Joel seemed to consider this… “I’ll see what we find today.”
You nod vigorously, gasping again as he applied triple antibiotic cream to the stinging wound. “Thank you, Joel, I know I don’t deserve-”
“Hush” He stops you. “You ain’t been good but I shouldn’t have done that to you.” He was apologizing for the burn? “You’re mine, and they don't get to touch you, or even look at you like that” Oh, it was about rapeing you in public. “And I know… I know ‘m not very careful, I don’t mean to hurt you…” Well, that wasn’t exactly true, the branding was intentional, the hard slap that first day was intentional… but you knew he meant when he gets carried away and the hair that gets pulled out and the bruises that form and the open fucking wound on you are just collateral. “I’m gonna try and be more careful, okay? But you gotta behave.”
For some unknown reason, you rest your head on his chest as he wraps your thigh in gauze. “I will, I swear. I wanna be good now.” If you got this side of Joel when you were quiet and behave… this would be much easier on you. You’d have him and Tommy’s protection, none of the men in their or anywhere else would fuck with you, and if Joel was bringing you books and didn’t hurt you… this could be better than what was being done to you at your dads house. Joel could be soft, Joel could be tender.. Yeah, this could be good…
You stayed there in Joel’s arms for a while until he brought you inside so he could take care of business.
While he was gone, you took a nap and were woken up by the sound of the door flying open, and for a moment you fear Joel was back to his old self but you turn and see Tommy, running over the the mattress and dropping down beside you, seeing you in his clothes again and scrambling to touch you, checking you over, eyes frantic.
“Jesus honey, are you okay?” He grabbed your shoulders as he looked you over.
“Tommy” You grab his arms, sturdying you. Tommy was your anchor here, and you’d cling to him whenever you could.
“Jack said he heard you screaming this morning in the room? Said he was pulling you out of the room and you were calling for me? I’m so sorry honey, I was out working, I’m so fucking sorry I shouldn’t have left, not after last night-”
You interrupt him with a hand on his face, feeling his cheek, you’re thumb on his mustache. “Tommy, Tommy I’m okay…”
“What did he do to you?” Tommy asked with worry.
“He didn’t mean-”
Tommy spoke your name softly. “It’s okay, just tell me”
You blush, knowing this would bring up sex, which was a closed subject with Tommy, but it wasn’t like he didn’t know what Joel was doing to you. “He was… um… his jean… were rubbing against the burn when he… he um…”
Tommy’s face softened. “When he what?”
You turned away. “When he was fingering me…”
Tommy’s face furrowed in confusion. “Does he do that a lot?” His face was tinged with something else… jealousy?
You shake your head. “Today was weird.”
You explain what happened today while Tommy redressed your wound. You had no idea why you trusted him, but for some reason, you are beginning to trust Joel too.
When Joel walked in on you and Tommy playing cards, he was carrying a bag.
Tommy stood up quickly. “How’d it go today?”
“Good” He answered gruffly. “I got it here, Tommy” Despite Tommy looking guilty, Joel patted him on the back, turning Tommy to him. You assume Joel thought you couldn’t hear him, but Joel thanked Tommy for taking care of you. Tommy left without another word or a look at you.
Joel turned to you. “I got you some things, you can look through them later”
You give him a little smile, and it’s not all fake. You scoot onto the bed and take off your shorts; you want to show him you can be good, you can be good for him, if he’s good to you…
Joel returned the smile, however small it was. “Good girl”
You couldn’t help but smile a little bit more at his praise. You nod to the freshly cleaned wound on your leg, bandaged for protection. “Could you…”
With surprising gentleness, he adjusted you as he knelt, bending your knees, massaging your legs. “Don’t worry, little one, I’ll take it easy on you this time, consider this an apology.”
You put your hands on his thighs. “Thank you, sir”
Joel bent over, kissing your neck and palming your breasts still in his brother's shirt. “‘M gonna make this good for you, sweetheart, and you’re gonna come and stop fighting those pretty sounds you make, okay? That’s how you’re gonna thank me.”
You nod. “Okay”
Joel kissed and sucked where you were certain there were already dark marks, grinding his naked cock into your center. You did as promised, letting go for him, moaning as he worked you up for the first time, the first time he didn’t just ram into you and it felt good.
“Joel” You moan out gripping his shoulders; you wanted to see him. “Shirt off?”
You swore you could hear him chuckle. “Mine or yours”
“Both?”
“Good girl.” Joel sat up, taking off his shirt and fuck he looked good. He was strong, insanely broad, large muscles in his arms that you were already aware of that stretched in his sleeves. His chest showed obvious strength, and his stomach was soft, comforting… Joel pulled you up, taking off your shirt. “Fucking perfect.”
His mouth went to your breast as he lined up at your entrance, pushing in as quick and harsh as he always did, but this time you were working up enough and it hardly hurt, just a comfortable stretch.
Joel went for your lips, but you dodged him, and Joel paused to look at your with a cocked eyebrow.
You look at him, wide-eyed and nervous, would he punish you? He never kissed you, neither had Tommy, neither had any of the men your dad had sold your mouth too… that was yours, so far.
“I’m gonna give you time on that one, little one.” Joel began thrusting, his pace fast but not harsh. His hand was under your injured hip, your leg bent, propping it up just enough so that the brand didn’t rub against the bed as he fucked you.
“Thank you sir” You whine, relaxing into him, loving this side of things… Joel thrusting into you, fucking you full and actually paying attention to your body, your wants and needs…
“You gonna cum? I’m right behind you, been wait’n all day to be inside your perfect little pussy”
You were, that warmth in your stomach becoming a sure-fire thing. Joel slowly conditioning you to associate him with pleasure, the assault on your body, the violence that came with him, all with your orgasm, one of the few good things you had… “Yes, please make me cum”
His hand moved your throat, not the bruising grip you were used to, but a light, dizzying squeeze. “You gonna stop fighting me?”
“Yes, I swear, Joel, I’ll be good”
He sped up, igniting more inside you, the room swirling with the sounds of sex, the smell of Joel after a long day of work and you preen for him because you knew, you knew you could cum, and then for a few short minutes at least, Joel would care for you and you could feel a soft touch for fucking once… Tommy was so fucking scared of getting you killed, of abusing you the way Joel did he would barely touch you, you couldn’t get anything like this from him, although you were beginning to suspect he wanted too…
Joel grunted in your ear and you knew he was close too. “I know you will, sweet thing. Because you’re mine, your body is mine, your orgasms are mine, and this?“ Joel slapped your pussy before rubbing the clit as he growled, louder than before. “This is fucking mine, now cum!”
How much could the men outside hear? How much could Tommy hear? You couldn’t be bothered to think more, because you were his good girl now and you did as you were told, coming on his cock as your hands gripped his sweaty back, clinging him to you, your obedience a plea, ‘please, please take care of me, don’t let them hurt me, don’t hurt me anymore, and I’ll give everything to you Joel, I am yours as long as I am safe.’ You moaned as promised, load and with every ounce of feeling you had, letting everyone in the damn house, including fucking Nick, that you were Joels and yes, you had him wrapped around your finger.
When he pulled back, your stomach was painted in white as you panted breathless on the mattress. Joel collapsed on you, his heavyweight a comfort, and he even shifted his weight away from your hurt side. Kissing up your neck, to your cheek, he almost kissed your mouth, and god, you would have let him, but Joel hesitated before kissing away. That was one promise he’d keep.
When Joe came back to carry you to the bathroom where he had boiled water for a hot bath, you willingly wrapped your arms around him, kissing his neck. When you are carried past the kitchen, you see Nick watching you, eyes intent while Joel has his ever protective grasp. Just to make a point, you lock eyes with the man and lick a long stripe up Joel’s neck. The message was clear.
‘I belong to Joel Miller. Don’t fucking touch me.’ ********************
I hope you guys liked it!!!! Remember, likes and reblogs are the way to keep an author motivated to write more!
That being said, this is the last chapter out until probs after finals, so please dont ask when the next chapter is cuz i don't know ;-;
In the meantime, check out my masterlsit on my main @romanarose I have a few Joel fics, but my triple frontier fics are some of my best. consider reading Leather and Lace for Santi, or if you like moon knight, check out sunshine starlight sweetheart brightside! both deal with rape recovery, but head the warnings! espcially sunshine, its heavy
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another idea for adams character
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Adam wiped out the blood from his eye as he crawled out of the hole.
Blood. His blood. The first mortal blood in all of existence. And… it was in his eye.
These… these children had actually cut him. Hurt him, and more than once.
Physically, at least.
Spitting out a tooth, he caught sight of his reflection in a pool of sinner blood as he pulled himself up, clear as a cracked mirror, and it was a face (so normal, the sort he knew that no one could ever pick out of a crowd) he had not deigned to really look at in millennia gazed back at him. When had he last taken off his mask?
He felt his fingers dig into the ground as he looked up, looked at all of those who had dared to stand against God's Plan, against these exterminations. Sinners, Hellborn and that fucking princess the serpent's fucking spawn.
He saw them, all… glaring at him, over the sound of angels dying.
Glaring. Angry, as if… he was in the wrong here!? AS IF HE WAS THE ONE BEING JUDGED!?
He spat out a mouthful of gold blood. "You… don't look at me like that, you… you fucking sinners! At least end this! Kill me! You! You of all creatures don't get to just play the fucking mercy card!"
The spawn shook her head. "We're not going to kill you. Because we're not like you."
The world seemd to crack in the back of Adam's mind, and red flooded his vision. "Are… are you fucking serious right now? YOU!? YOU FUCKING THINGS ARE THE ONES JUDGING ME!?"
He swept his bloody gaze over the sinners in the crowd. "NONE OF YOU WOULD EXIST WITHOUT ME! WITHOUT HER! Paradise… was lost! We lost paradise when those fucking serpents that this fucking princess of yours slithered out of… when they whispered in her ear! In my ear! And yet I still loved her, loved all of you, even after that first bite! We lived to let free will live on, when we could have (should have) just offed ourselves the moment Uriel slammed the gate in our faces! Our fault, but we did it out of love once it started rolling and… and then came THIS!"
He swept a bleeding hand out wide over the bloody sky, the Ring of Pride. "THIS IS WHAT YOU ALL CHOSE TO MAKE OF IT! YOU ALL CHOSE, and you keep choosing, over and over again! As above so below! Cannibals, rapists, liars, murderers, warmongers! And… and I'm the bad guy here!? You think I enjoy doing this!? I'm not the monster here! You think I want to keep killing my children, year after year after year!? And only because that fucking, smarmy serpent and his whore ASKED FOR THIS!?"
The spawn's eyes widened, and yet he could not take any satisfaction from even that, that her daddy had neglected to tell her about that little factoid.
Still, she rallied, that FUCKING LOOK back in her red eyes. "Then why are you the one leading this!? If you hate it… then you could just stop."
At that, Adam felt the rage slip out of him, crystalize into something cold. "Because I've gotten a lot of experience when it comes to disowning wayward children, you little freak. This… this is the bed you and all your little friends made. Don't start pointing fingers just because there are suddenly nails in the mattress."
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Yeah, Adam learned a long, long time ago that actions have consequences, and it doesn't matter how much you regret them or wish things were different or whine and moan, you have to live with those consequences and carry on. This is a man who lost everything, not only for himself but for every single one of his descendants. Consumed by bitterness and guilt to the point where he can delude himself into thinking his actions against his wayward children are justified, enjoyable even, until confronted with his own misery and he snaps.
Ok
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I have a request for Alex delarge😋 If the brother of the girl Alex was interested in had the biggest and most powerful gang around And the leader of this gang is of course the brother of the girl he likes. 💂♀️
Can you write something about this 💂♀️
A/N: i should be studying for my exams but i know i won't be able to focus with my family
Alex usually wasn't interested in his enemies' families except for a few times he considered attacking and abusing them, purely to annoy other leader. But even if he didn't know that you're Billyboy's sister, when he met you, he found out soon enough. He saw you one night in a bar, but before he managed to approach you and convince you to visit his bedroom, Georgie stopped him and whispered: "Watch out, brother. She's a Billyboy's sister, better stay away from her panties"
But Alex was never the one to deny himself anything, so he just shook his hand off his shoulder and came to you, starting his usual smooth talking that could bring anyone into his arms (especially when combined with a stare of his icy blue eyes)
Of course, you knew who he was. Your brother often complained about Alex and described him carefully, so you knew whom to avoid. Billyboy already forbade you to date any gang members (even from his own gang) because he knew too well what these boys are capable of. You appreciated his care (and his apparent hypocrisy), but as you listened to Alex, your doubts melted away. It could be dangerous, but he looked like a snack served for you on a silver plate. After all, perhaps the possibility of your brother's brutal revenge would discourage Alex from any risky ideas (he could also abuse you just to show his power to Billyboy, but this thought somehow didn't cross your mind). But for now, you weren't going to mention your adventure at home. You would rather avoid hour long lecture about sleeping with the enemy.
You carefully made sure that Alex knew well who you were. He did, so you ended up in his bedroom. It was to be expected, but what surprised you was that he asked you to meet again. He was rather known for sleeping with one person two times (sexual marathons lasting for hours were counted as one time).
To be completely honest? At first, Alex decided to seduce you and date you purely because you were Billyboy's sister. Pretty, for sure, but not much different from other one night stands. He wanted to be able to spit in Billyboy's face that he fucks his sister. Maybe show him a video to humiliate him further.
He knows this dating game, so Alex pulls all his tricks. Takes you to dates, gives you gifts, and even listens to you (sorry, it's new for him to care about what his lovers have to say). But in the way, he imperceptibly falls in love with you (fake dating trope, my beloved). He discovers that you have other advantages than your body and that he actually likes spending time with you.
But it can't be so easy, right? Eventually, Billyboy finds out about your relationship, and man, he's P I S S E D. You can't blame him tho, for all he knows, a violent rapist and his enemy is dating his sister (hypocrite)
He tries to lock you in the house so you can't meet with Alex. Chaos ensues. A few possible solutions, none is normal. Probably Alex breaks in with his drougies and kidnaps you so you can live in his house. Billyboy wouldn't call cops. First of all, they are cops. Second of all, you live with Alex willingly. So there's gonna be a small war of trying to get you back home. It ends when Billyboy gets bored and decides that you can go to hell for all he cares
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I will genuinely never understand why zvtarians love to paint Aang as this abusive, violent rapist and Zuko as an angel come down from earth, would never do anything wrong love interest. Like… I don’t mean to point out the obvious but… Zuko (when he was still an enemy) had no care for her safety? His mission was to capture Aang, everyone stopping him from doing that was just an obstacle. If anything happened to them? He didn’t care. This is not to slander Zuko at all, by the way, because I adore him and his character but hate when people misinterpret him. Like the whole point of his character is that he’s flawed, that he isn’t perfect. So for them to paint him as a saint… really disrespectful to his character development honestly. Like they’ll always go on about how ‘he was so careful when he fought her’… no? He wasn’t? Katara is strong, she can hold her ground, that’s why it seems balanced (not that they’d know that, since they love to make her a damsel) Zuko gave no regard for her safety whatsoever. Sigh, I would go on a tangent about how incorrect their opinions of Aang are but, this ask is already too long.
"He was always so careful with her! Just see how he sent a hitman after Katara's group!"
Did we EVER get a moment of Pre-redemption Zuko being in anyway concerned about Katara's safety, like post-redemption Zuko was for Azula when he saw her falling off a damn cliff? Or of him refusing to truly hurt her, or offering to at least try help her when she's in danger, like he did with Zhao?
NO! Because Katara meant nothing to him. She was just the waterbender that travelled with the Avatar. She was not from his country, was not just following the Fire Lord's orders, was not his family/someone he knew for years. It didn't matter that she was far less hostile to him than Azula and Zhao, she was just a "little peasant" as he said in the North Pole.
For God's sake, Zuko full on threatened all that was left of Katara's village in the first damn episode, and threw a massive blast of fire towards her, Sokka and Aang. He blasted his flames at her for offering to heal his uncle. How the fuck is that "careful"?
Zuko always had a heart and he was always capable of compassion - but before his redemption, Katara never got more than a glimpse of it because he ABSOLUTELY saw Katara as nothing more than a threat/colateral damage. At best, she meant NOTHING to him. At worst, he resented her for going against him despite being a peasant of an inferior people group that his nation was literally commiting genocide against.
Again, see him siding with AZULA even after hearing Katara explicitly say how much the war hurt her personally. Zuko did not trust Azula at all and had plenty of good reasons to resent her, but he joined the fight in Ba Sing Se to save HER from Aang and Katara.
Motherfuckers will claim Zutara is "deeper, more complex and more complicated than Kataang" and then not be able to handle the concept of an enemies-to-lovers ship having the enemies in question legitmatelly trying to hurt each other. Such boring, cowardly people. If you can't handle a ship in their dynamic starts with one of the characters involved being an utter bastard to the other, go ship something else because this is clearly not for you.
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He could feel her losing her strength- losing her grip, her balance.As the knife slipped from her hand, he felt it pierce his shoulder- he grit his teeth in pain- that pain he needed to release more adrenaline, to stay awake, to fight back-When she begun to lose her center, Mark quickly pushed all he could to one side, pushing Fox off him, violently, making them roll, quickly getting on top of her, the knife stuck in his shoulder.He grabbed her collar with both his hands, shaking her in anger.“THE GIRL! IT WASN’T ME!!! IT WASN’T MEEE!!”So much to upset him, make him angry- and the fact she thought it was him- the rapist- that…that specific fact- that detail- that was what pissed him off the most- broke all the cold walls he had shielding his heart.“IT WAS THE DEAD GUY! THE BROTHERS! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!”He was panting, showing his teeth, his features with such strong powerful anger- he was mad- mad he had failed to get his victim, mad he was hurt, his blood was everywhere, evidence of him-She had seen his face- she had to die-
When his emotions would come out, they would explode, he was dangerous- he strongly punched her face- despite weakened, the rage still made him strong- again and again-One of the punches he missed and reached the concrete, making him shout- so much adrenaline and blood in his eyes- he couldn’t grip her neck- the blood, the humid mist, it was hard to grab.He started to punch her again, with his hurt hand- possibly cracked knuckles, his arm was giving up- he used his hurt hand to pin her down, his free hand to grab the knife from his own shoulder, he aimed in her neck and when he was about to stab her, something pushed his body with violence- he almost flew- hitting the floor, rolling-Shane.‘YOU SON OF A BITCH!!’Furious. The officer was furious, specially seeing Fox like that.‘WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?? WHAT DID YOU DO??? YOU BASTARD!! YOU TRASH!!’It was wild- loud. Mark’s heart found a way to race even faster- he tightened the grip around the knife and tried to advance against Shane, but he was fast to smack Richard’s head with the cane of his shotgun, made the knife fly- each hit from Shane made Mark’s thin body fall as if was nothing-He rolled back and stumbled, searching for a way to escape- no way he could take that officer on- specially with him enraged like that.
Shane advanced.“COME AT ME!! COME AT ME, YOU FUCKED BASTARD!!”Despite holding a shotgun, Shane wanted it to be personal- he knew the criminal had no chance, he wanted violence, he wanted to make the monster pay-As Shane got closer, Richard tried to bite his throat, but Shane headbutt him as if he were nothing- the whole body of the murderer seemed to have logged off the system with the impact.“YOU JUST GET WOMEN EH?? GET SOME OF ME!”Shane headbutt him again, grabbing his shirt, now ruined, torn, keeping Richard from falling down.“No no no no friend, where are you going? Stay with me. Now you stay with me!”He gave Mark one last headbutt, making him collapse down, still awake, but his body numb.Shane grabbed him by the rags of his shirt and dragged him close to Fox.‘SEE WHAT YOU DID TO HER? SHE’S MY FRIEND! SEE WHAT YOU DID TO HER??’Mark’s eyes were fixed on Shane, as if he were in shock.The cop shoved him against the floor- Mark fell spread, like a lifeless doll- Shane went over him, punched his face many times, mostly against his nose and cheek, busting his lips, his nose bleeding, as well as his orbit and temple. Then he stood, kicked the criminal making him roll.“THE WORLD SUCKS BECAUSE OF TRASH LIKE YOU!!”
He drew the shotgun, pressing it against Richard’s face.He wanted to blow his head off, end it right there, but he knew- he had to pay- he probably had so many important things to say- so much info.Shane pointed the shotgun to one of his hands and froze.“I want to explode every inch out of you….every inch…you son of a bitch…”His finger caressed the trigger, but he didn’t press- it was a shotgun…it would make his arm fly…it would probably kill him.The police helicopter illuminated the area from above, finding a spot to land. The chief went crazy when he heard Fox was in danger.Armed mean reached the rooftop, surrounding.Shane kicked violently Mark’s sides, made sure to stomp his crotch a few times- the pain…it was all there was…Mark blacked out- he thought he was dead. He didn’t move anymore.The cop ran to Fox, holding her shoulders, touching her head gently, tears running down his face.“Help arrived…you’ll be okay…you will be…”
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Levi roughly fucks her mouth because she was talking back too much.
Levi x Evelyn -> Shut your Mouth
A/N: Sorry for not getting to this sooner! I was absolutely swamped this weekend, thanks for the prompt! ^^
WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.
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Levi was already behind on work, usually he enjoyed the meticulous nature of paperwork but being this far behind made him loathe it. In reality he only had himself to blame for getting behind but he could never admit that, it was always someone else's fault, he could never be in the wrong.
Since Evelyn always seemed to try and escape while he was at work, this time he brought her with him to ensure her security. Plus it also put people's minds at ease that she was doing well since to the younger Scouts she was a beloved veteran. Never did he regret it more when all she was doing was riding his ass over trivial things like consent.
"I can't believe I'm stuck here all day with you. Stuck in this confined room with a rapist. If anyone knew what you really were that shiny career of yours? Gone, poof. Into thin air."
"Can you shut the fuck up?" He buried his fingers into his temples.
"And why should I? Can't handle the truth? Can't handle hearing about the shit you really do to me? Trying to block it out like it never happened?"
"For fuck's sake woman I'm trying to get some work done and I'd appreciate if you shut your damn mouth so I don't have to hear your noise! If you think that because of where we are I'll not punish you you're horribly mistaken." He stayed staring daggers into her eyes for a moment before dropping them down again to his desk.
Evelyn went silent for a good long moment, Levi figured she must have gotten the picture and resigned herself to being a silent wife. However after a few moments she opened her mouth again with a mocking laugh.
"What? You thought I'd sit here like a prim princess content with being in the same room as my amazing and loving husband? You must be more stupid than I thought."
"That's it." Levi slammed his hands on the desk as he stood, crossing around to her quickly, now she was scared. She started to back up, her eyes wide as she looks up at him.
"Wait Levi- I'm-"
"Don't even think about it. You don't get to spew your shit and then expect me to forgive you with a simple I'm sorry you don't mean. If you're going to say something own up to it and take the consequences." He grabbed a fistful of her hair as she tried to slide away. "Now I think you only use your mouth to be an insufferable bitch, how about we find a better use for it." With his free hand he fumbles with his belt.
Now she struggles, crying, pleading saying she didn't mean it. The act was almost amusing, it was all tough talk until she was punished for it.
As her mouth is open while she cries he uses the opportunity to slide his whole length down her throat all at once. She gags, bringing more tears to her eyes as she tries to calm down before throwing up.
"That's right, suck on the dick of the man you hate, don't you eat that shit up in those novels you used to be so obsessed with?" He laughs, tightening his grip on her hair before rocking his hips towards her face.
Tears flow down her face, she wills herself to relax so that his dick slides in and out with a bit more ease. Drool drips down her chin from his thickness, it's in times like these she looks the most beautiful to him. Sitting and taking whatever he has to give like a good little wife.
"Good girl, just take it. Take it all." He moves his hips faster, making her close her eyes to focus on making her throat loose enough for him. He had to be impressed with her efforts at least.
Levi had fantasies and dreams of taking her in every place that had once held happy memories of their days before marriage. He knew all she had to cling onto were the good memories of times before, he wanted to stain anyplace with a good memory into a memory of her submitting to him.
The fact that this place, the one where they shared so many good memories of staying up late and talking, listening to her laugh over something funny she heard, hiding erections whenever she cleaned, read from one of those novels, or breathed. This place would now remind her of this moment, of him fucking her mouth good and hard, it made him twitch in her mouth.
"I'm going to cum, and you're going to take it all."
Evelyn cries, as if begging him not to, he barely bites back a grin. "I thought you'd have no objections."
He pushes himself all the way in before climaxing, hot cum dripping down her throat.
He stays like this for a moment, coming down from his high and making sure not a drop was wasted. When he pulled out he saw Evelyn was ready to spit the rest out so he shut her mouth and pinched her nose, closing off air.
"Swallow." His tone was commanding, when she refused he pinched harder. "Fucking swallow, I'm not going to let you breathe until you do."
He eventually won when he saw the bob in her throat as she swallowed, finally letting go of her so she could sputter and gasp for air.
"Good girl." He left her there on the floor, going back to his desk and sitting down, thankfully now he could work with a clear head.
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The Gray: Chapter 2
pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
rating: 18+ (no minors please)
chapter summary: After encountering Joel, you've agreed to help him with his revenge on your current partner, AJ. Days go by and you finally think you know how to fix your super suit when AJ corners you to ask what happened with Joel. Joel is slowly becoming obsessed with you but won't admit it to himself
word count: 2.4k
warnings etc: mean!Joel, super!Joel, eventual smut, pet names, violence, mentions of SA, and abuse. Hints at the beginning of SA, please read with caution. Masturbation, thoughts of smut, NO USE OF Y/N.
A/N: Please read the warnings and understand that each chapter will have its own separate set of warnings as well. Be mindful, and control your own reading experience. I've been struggling with how I want to write these chapters so bear with me as I get it figured out!
Your thoughts are in red, Joel's thoughts will be in blue
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Marianne, the guy is a fucking–”
“Don’t say another word, Joel.” She hissed, pointing to her door for him to leave. “Go back to your quarters and forget about being AJ’s partner.”
Joel laughed ruefully, shaking his head and opening the door. “You can forget about me being anyone’s partner, I’m not working for you or this corrupt corporation ever again.”
“I’ll brand you a villain if you think about leaving the Organization, Miller.”
He paused, turning back to her and scoffing. “Rather a villain than the partner of a rapist, Marianne.”
When Joel quit the Organization, he was known as the rebel. He wasn’t the first and was surely not the last to go against the grain of the all-mighty Marianne. But what he didn’t expect was the Organization to target him so heavily.
He went into hiding as quickly as possible, having his own place underground with security cameras being his only luck as all heroes seemed to look for him. Villains took it as an opportunity to try and find him to get back in Marianne’s good graces, or to cause more disturbances that would be blamed on Joel instead of them.
He was everyone’s scapegoat.
He became obsessed with the cameras he had put up when he got the suspicion that AJ was fucking around. He snuck around town, placing discreet cameras all over the city and in abandoned buildings, watching them from his hideout all night long and then going back to his assigned living unit for the morning to make appearances. It ended up helping him catch what his old partner was doing in the dark.
In ways he missed being part of the Organization; having sponsorships and helping people were some of the positives, even if no one could tell that he liked it with the permanent scowl on his face. Ten years down the line he started to feel differently when the media was on him constantly. He was the go-to hero; always stopping the bad guys, always bringing the money back to the bank–the works. As time went on, he found that things weren’t so black and white, and now he had evidence of it.
When he brought it to Marianne, someone he thought he could trust, she scowled back at him for the first time. Instead of being rewarded for finding the internal issues with those supposed to serve the public, everyone in the organization turned on him. He became an outcast quickly, becoming the rebel and having to stay hidden.
Eventually, he gave up on trying to show the public and the organization what was really going on, only coming out to make those that hurt him hurt worse. He used his connections to corner AJ when possible, cause issues for the Organization, and continued to be bitter, angry, and spiteful as he moved about the world. It wasn’t the life he thought he would lead, but now he was content with it. He was still called upon by those that knew his reasoning-just to find the truth, no matter how ugly.
Now he was out of practice, not having seen AJ for two years and he had a nagging worry deep in his stomach that he might not be as talented as he was before.
Your plan was simple: act like you had to figure out how to get home from the fight, complain to Marianne that AJ left you again, and gather information for Joel in exchange for help escaping what was becoming clearly a death sentence.
Joel’s plan was less simple: figure out how to protect you so that you would give him the information he needed to get revenge.
He had basically dropped you in the alleyway, half conscious again and slinking away without another thought.
“Then let me teach you, sweetie. I’ve got a few things up my sleeve.”
“What do you me–” Your sentence was cut short with the impact of Joel’s blow to your face, immediately knocked out.
Joel sighed, catching you and hauling you over his shoulder to bring you to the same building he found you at.
He watched you from the shadow, shaking your head and grumbling at how he was an asshole for knocking you out after shooting you; as if you didn’t have other injuries to deal with. He sighed heavily, slinking quickly back to his hideout to watch you on the cameras during the end of your walk home, shoulders sagging with relief as you stepped into the main street that led to the headquarters. He hoped Marianne and AJ wouldn’t grill you too hard. Joel wanted to tell you that he wouldn’t let AJ hurt you before you left the alleyway, but he knew he couldn’t promise that while also sending you back to the lion's den.
Watching you on the monitors for the next few days became a habit he couldn’t break. Finding himself still on the couch, opening his eyes and dragging himself over to his cabinet that had rows of cereal, making a bowl and sitting down right as you were entering the main drag of the city. He would watch all day, eventually moving to the couch until you returned to your living quarters and would pass out, doing it again the next day.
He found that the best way to protect you was to keep an eye on you, watch for any sign of distress, and hope that the issues from the rooftop would die down enough that he could send you a message. A bit too out of practice old man, how are you going to send her a message?
Joel found himself dreaming about you and thinking about them during the day. He assumed it was because he was watching you intently if not more than AJ and Marianne now. He was not willing to admit that it could be an obsession.
He dreamed of how he had shot you, blood seeping out of your leg onto the blue fabric covering your smooth legs. The groan that left your lips when he stepped on your wound. The way your eyes traveled up his arms as he crossed them, waiting for you to answer him. How the blush crept up your neck when you were caught. The way he wanted to press his lips to the heated skin–
The dreams always made him jolt awake, sometimes sweating from how intensely he saw you and sometimes with something harder below the belt. You’re a weak man and she’s a pretty girl. It’s normal. When that happened, he always groaned and typically ignored it but this morning it wouldn’t go away.
In fact, today it got worse once he sat down at his table, eyes on the screen and spotting you immediately. You were running through the crowd, looking to be late with your super suit less pristine than usual. Your zipper had a larger pull, circular in shape typically hidden behind velcro up at your collarbone, but today was lower showing the plumpness of your chest.
Milk dribbled out of Joel’s mouth from the shock, spoon full of cereal in mid-air and dripping onto his table. You accidentally shoved into someone, smiling spreading across your face and biting your lip as you apologized. He recognized who you ran into-Robbie, flying abilities. He watched Robbie blush like he was in middle school, eyes glancing down at your fallen zipper and then back up to your eyes quickly. You lucky fucking bastard.
As soon as you were there you were gone, disappearing into the headquarters building. Joel grabbed his remote, clicked the pause button, and rewound. He watched you bump into Robbie in reverse, stepping back out from your living quarters, and then pressed play.
He was ashamed of himself for only an instant before his eyes were trained on you again, glued to the zipper. His cock stirred and he rubbed himself through his pants briefly before deciding he needed to take care of this in the shower. He could think of this and his dreams there.
Running late into the office was not your favorite thing to do, however, last night you couldn’t get any sleep. It had been five days since your encounter with Joel and you hadn’t found any information that you thought was worthy to give to him. You spent the first day perusing the archives, trying to see if anything was there. No one asked you about the issue of Joel showing up the night before–only a voicemail from Marianne asking to see her in her office later in the week.
After the archives, you played nice with some of the older heroes, asking for advice which didn’t really give you anything. You mentioned heroes that had been fired and if there was an opportunity for that “I want to make sure I do everything right!” “Oh don’t worry, you’re the current favorite. You won’t fall from grace.” when you didn’t get anything, you spent another two days in the lab, working on your super suit issues.
Today you thought you were on the right track, having a dream of a specific method that could be of use and had overslept while having the vision. You rushed into the elevator going down and did a double-take when you saw AJ standing there.
His face was blank, nodding at you and pressing the elevator button for the lab floor. “I’ve been looking for you.” He said quietly as the doors closed. His eyes glanced down at you before looking at the wall.
You scoffed, crossing your arms and feeling your fingers brush against the zipper. You glanced down to see it was not in place and sighed. “That’s interesting since you left me on that roof to be shot and figure a way out myself.” You grumbled, looking over at him with sharp eyes.
The elevator dinged after an uncomfortable silence, stepping out into the hallway and moving towards the lab. You didn’t need to speak to AJ now; you wanted Marianne to be present later for the planned meeting about this. Keep moving keep moving keep–
AJ’s hand wrapped around your upper arm making you internally wince. “Where are you going?” He hissed, pulling you through the hallway. You thought he was going to stop at the alcove just outside one of the offices, but continued on into the women’s bathroom and shoved you toward the sink.
You grabbed at your arm, looking down to see if he was going to leave marks. Your super suit was able to help for life or death injuries, as well as debilitating ones, but you typically found bruises on yourself from being clumsy in the training room. You worried this would be another. “What the fuck, man?”
“What the hell happened the other night?” AJ asked, pacing back and forth in front of the door. “Where the hell did Joel come from? I thought this was just for media, but he got there and I–”
“You abandoned me.” You seethed, gripping on to the countertop.
AJ paused his pacing, turning his head to you slowly with a smile forming. “That’s what you think happened huh?”
His voice had gone dark, chilling you to the bone but you stood your ground. “That’s what happened. And he shot me and I had to talk my way out of it. You let Joel fucking shoot me, ran in the opposite direction and didn’t even check to see if I was still alive. I should go to Marianne right now–”
He started laughing, leaning against the door and crossing his arms. AJ was in general attractive; not your type but you could see how people swooned. He was a fan favorite, and you had been told that your looks with his made you the perfect team, a perfect “pretty pair”. How he spoke now did not match his looks. You wondered briefly what Joel’s issue was with him besides just not getting along. “We have the meeting later but I wanted to see what you would say first. You tell her that Joel was there and she will just ask you where you were the whole time. Sure, you were pathetically bleeding out on the roof, but she will want every detail spelled out for her to make sure you aren’t lying. Do you want that?”
You kept your mouth shut, eyes glued to his as he pushed himself off the door and started taking steps toward you.
His smile fell as he reached you, hand reaching up to the back of your head and pulling your hair to force you to look at him. You winced, scowling up at him. “You could just get on your knees now and prove to me that is what happened. And I’ll back you up with Marianne when she asks us later about this. I ran as part of the plan for the cameras and didn’t realize until too late. Joel shot you and ran after me. Easy.” The gruffness in his voice sent an uncomfortable shiver up your spine, fear coursing through your veins. Is this what Joel was referring to?
You felt the blood drain from your face, your mind going blank at his suggestion. No. Please don’t. Your eyes shut, wanting to stop tears from even forming. “Get your fucking hands off me.”
AJ didn’t let go of you for a while, watching you react to him to see if you would break. When you didn’t he sighed, stepping away from you and out the bathroom without another word.
You counted to 60, letting yourself feel the terror in your chest before moving out of the bathroom and headed back to your assigned living quarters. Working in the lab could wait for another day.
Joel felt relaxed after his shower, finally at ease and tension gone as he stepped out in fresh clothes. He glanced up to the screen, doing a double take at seeing you back in the street so soon after going into the Organization headquarters. The look on your face struck a chord deep in him as if he had seen that look before. Pale, hair messed up in the back even after you smoothed it down with your hand the whole way back to the other building. He wasn’t sure if he could see tears starting to form in your eyes as you run into someone again, but this time moving past them quickly and not giving them a second glance.
Joel knew that AJ was either on to you, or would be soon.
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal smut#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal fanfic#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller fanfiction#super!Joel au#tw sa mention#tw sa implied
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Imagine; Gotham villains with a Vampire S/o? How would they react? How would they see you! Would they resent you?
1/4 (This serious concludes of; Jerome, Jeremiah, The riddler and The penguin!)
Jerome Valeska 💚
-This man was excited!
-When he first met you, he was a little slow to catch on. There you were, sitting alone in the cafeteria at Arkham Asylum. Not making any effort to touch your food. It smelled disgusting.
-But, You we’re gorgeous.
-White porcelain skin, dark mysteries eyes, Pink tinted cheeks. Everything about you was perfect, you were an enchantment of beauty, almost unreal.
-You caught his attention alright. He hopped down next to you, giving a wide smile.
-“Hiya gorgeous, I’m Jerome.” He flirted.
-You slowly turned your head to face him, arching an eyebrow. You stared at the peace intruder, pursing your lips. You gave him a hmph and turned back to your magazine.
-He grew jittery and impatient, he wanted to know everything about you! You were just too eye-catching for your own good! So he tried again,
-“Just being polite..” he grumbled, “So what’cha in for?”
-You dropped you magazine in your lap. You clearly were not getting any peace this afternoon. Why not make conversation so he’ll fuck off?
-“Eating my potential rapist- wait no, torturing the rapist and then eating him.” You corrected, fixing your shirt cuff.
-His eyes perked up, “Eating?” He asked.
-You flashed your fangs proudly, sending a wink along with a smile. “You know it, ginger.”
-He smiled in awe, completely love-struck by your pearly white fangs. They were so adorable yet dangerous.
-He turned his head up to meet his eyes with yours, They glimmered mischievously. He felt himself getting lost in trance and everything around him started to as light as a feather. He went to grab the edge of the table but the edge wasn’t there anymore. Your eyes flashed with purple flares and Jerome soon started to remember small pieces of his childhood again.
-Like that time his mother wasn’t beating on him but instead made him a nice home cooked meal she actually worked hard on. (On one of the very few nights she was sober)
-He could still remember the strong smell of the kitchen when he walked through the door of their shitty trailer after a long day at school. It was cinnamon, and sugar. She had made French toast and eggs cause why not?
-(The real reason was because, she was too lazy too make an actual dinner but yanno.)
-Or when He played such a good prank on his brother Jeremiah! Taking his school lunch and replacing it with one of his moms dead snakes!
-OH! the good times!
-Jerome smiled is glee, closing his eyes. Everyone around him didn’t matter anymore.
-But you panicked. Finally realizing what you were doing, you snapped your eyes shut with surprise and broke the trance.
-Jerome’s eyes fluttered back open slowly.
-“What was that?” He asked, sitting up in his seat, moving too close to your face for your liking.
-“That wasn’t supposed to happen, you simply cannot be the one-“
-“What wasn’t supposed to happen-“
-“I imprinted on you- it was an accident I swear! You were just so-easy-“ You cut off your own rambling, holding your head in your hands.
-Jerome blinked, confused. The fuzzy feeling inside him was gone and yet replaced by the feeling on loneliness and longing to be held by you. He never felt this way before.
-it felt.. comforting.
-He was utterly fucked from that moment and he knew it.
—General Headcannons—
-Jerome would love you regardless. He understands what it’s like to be thrown out as an outcast and have absolutely no one. He’d be both supportive and careful.
-Definitely Doesn’t disturb you when your eating, he’ll supply the people tho. It’ll probably be the hunchmen of other rivals or just people he needs out of the way.
-Either way! Win win!!; you get food to much on without feeling guilty and he’s doesn’t have to worry about disposing of the bodies.
-Take it easy on him tho, your strong and you both know it. It’s the super strength of course.
-You’ll be his queen of Gotham! The Harley Quinn to his joker.
-You didn’t mean to imprint on him, but your souls were connecting already, you just had to make it official.
-The way imprinting work is that; Where two fresh souls have a bond by chance, all it takes is a connection from both souls to make souls mates.
-From agreeing on nothing to agreeing on everything, you both were connected. He was apart of your 1% of choices to choose from.
-And you couldn’t have picked better.
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Let me know who I should do next?
@rabbiteggz
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Adam wiped out the blood from his eye as he crawled out of the hole.
Blood. His blood. The first mortal blood in all of existence. And… it was in his eye.
These… these children had actually cut him. Hurt him, and more than once.
Physically, at least.
Spitting out a tooth, he caught sight of his reflection in a pool of sinner blood as he pulled himself up, clear as a cracked mirror, and it was a face (so normal, the sort he knew that no one could ever pick out of a crowd) he had not deigned to really look at in millennia gazed back at him. When had he last taken off his mask?
He felt his fingers dig into the ground as he looked up, looked at all of those who had dared to stand against God's Plan, against these exterminations. Sinners, Hellborn and that fucking princess the serpent's fucking spawn.
He saw them, all… glaring at him, over the sound of angels dying.
Glaring. Angry, as if… he was in the wrong here!? AS IF HE WAS THE ONE BEING JUDGED!?
He spat out a mouthful of gold blood. "You… don't look at me like that, you… you fucking sinners! At least end this! Kill me! You! You of all creatures don't get to just play the fucking mercy card!"
The spawn shook her head. "We're not going to kill you. Because we're not like you."
The world seemd to crack in the back of Adam's mind, and red flooded his vision. "Are… are you fucking serious right now? YOU!? YOU FUCKING THINGS ARE THE ONES JUDGING ME!?"
He swept his bloody gaze over the sinners in the crowd. "NONE OF YOU WOULD EXIST WITHOUT ME! WITHOUT HER! Paradise… was lost! We lost paradise when those fucking serpents that this fucking princess of yours slithered out of… when they whispered in her ear! In my ear! And yet I still loved her, loved all of you, even after that first bite! We lived to let free will live on, when we could have (should have) just offed ourselves the moment Uriel slammed the gate in our faces! Our fault, but we did it out of love once it started rolling and… and then came THIS!"
He swept a bleeding hand out wide over the bloody sky, the Ring of Pride. "THIS IS WHAT YOU ALL CHOSE TO MAKE OF IT! YOU ALL CHOSE, and you keep choosing, over and over again! As above so below! Cannibals, rapists, liars, murderers, warmongers! And… and I'm the bad guy here!? You think I enjoy doing this!? I'm not the monster here! You think I want to keep killing my children, year after year after year!? And only because that fucking, smarmy serpent and his whore ASKED FOR THIS!?"
The spawn's eyes widened, and yet he could not take any satisfaction from even that, that her daddy had neglected to tell her about that little factoid.
Still, she rallied, that FUCKING LOOK back in her red eyes. "Then why are you the one leading this!? If you hate it… then you could just stop."
At that, Adam felt the rage slip out of him, crystalize into something cold. "Because I've gotten a lot of experience when it comes to disowning wayward children, you little freak. This… this is the bed you and all your little friends made. Don't start pointing fingers just because there are suddenly nails in the mattress."
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Wow! Great stuff!
Yeah, Adam learned a long, long time ago that actions have consequences, and it doesn't matter how much you regret them or wish things were different or whine and moan, you have to live with those consequences and carry on. This is a man who lost everything, not only for himself but for every single one of his descendants. Consumed by bitterness and guilt to the point where he can delude himself into thinking his actions against his wayward children are justified, enjoyable even, until confronted with his own misery and he snaps.
I can see it. Obviously, she's the child of his ex and his former 'boss' who conspired to ruin his life, but also the fact that she's so achingly, genuinely wholesome and good despite her heritage, while his son became the first murder victim and his other the first murderer.
I also would think Adam deeply hates Charlie for a number of reasons.
Charlie might even remind Adam of Abel, but in a way that only makes him hate her more.
Also
Charlie could have been Adams kid,which has definitely got to sting.
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Why can't writers and editors stop being selfish and just give the fans what they want?
What's their real and reasonable excuse?
The author of Banana Fish wanted to give Ash and Eiji a happy ending but an editor of the comic said to give them a sad ending cuz gay couples don't deserve to have a happy one. (Or so I've been told)
Bendis aged up Jon just because he didn't feel like writing a kid, so he made him go through all that trauma from his grandfather and act as if nothing ever really happened to him and what his grandfather did was just help him. I saw no emotional strain portrayed in his character after that besides in that crossover with Nightwing and the last Super Sons Issue. Furthermore is when his dad died. He acted as if he didn't and stayed happy. And don't you DARE tell me that that's his way of grieving and he's still in denial. I know what denial during grief looks like. Jon acts as if it wasn't a big deal. It's like Simba in Lion King all over again with the "I Just Can't Wait to be King" song.
Grant Morrison villainized Talia and made her a rapist because he is racist. In earlier comics, she and Bruce got married and Damian's conception was consensual. The two of them separated after Talia lied to him and told him that she miscarried. "But she still lied to him about Damian" So? Maybe she wanted to protect him. Maybe she couldn't take the risk of having her father use Damian as leverage on him. Maybe she just thought it would be best.
"But didn't she abuse Damian?" Talia was always a loving mother to Damian. She was part of the training but she never abused. If Ra's wasn't such an ass and was depicted the way I visualize him, maybe I would have forgave him, maybe I could have even idolized him even though he's a genocidal maniac. (I see you sickos who fantasize about being kidnapped by a mafia boss. Don't you fucking dare say a word. I said idolize, not fantasize about becoming their spouse. I'm on AO3, too)
And do not get me STARTED on the writers who villainize Damian. "He's a brat" You don't know how abuse and trauma works. "He's vengeful" You do know that Dick was around 8-10 when he became Robin and the reason he became robin was for revenge for his parents' death, right? "He's reckless" Bruce was taking kids on the streets to fight crime with him when they were 9. "He's a know-it-all" You're insecure about your own skills and talents. "He's disrespectful" Tim hacks into other people's devices and accounts without their permission to dig up any dirt on them just to spite them.
Let's not forget that Damian DIED to save his family and Talia CRIED because of it (even though it's depicted as her fault in the comics).
Why couldn't he stay dead? If he was gonna be revived and this is what he was gonna get in his 2nd life? It's not even worth it.
He could have just stayed dead to spare him from the misery.
When Jason died from the poll the writer posted, someone made a program to vote 'yes' every hour. The writer knew it was biased. They knew it was flawed. But they decided to give the fans what they wanted anyway for the benefit of the doubt.
So let me ask them again, "What's. Your. Fucking. Excuse?"
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ok so i just watched the movie split. and wow. what a shit show.
like it had a strong start, it seemed pretty interesting. im very glad 2/3 girls werent idiots and actually did what they could to escape. but the other one casey (idk if thats how u spell her name but im spelling it like that) was SO ANNOYING. idk it was probably her trauma or something but why did she literally not do anything??? she was all like “oh its not gonna work” and then as soon as she was on her own she got her ass in gear. what a team player 🙄 /sarc
speaking of her trauma, what even was it? i think she was raped or sexually assaulted by her uncle and then had to live with him after her father died, and she started self harming, i think. i understand that through the flashbacks but what were the other flashbacks even about? i know it was about hunting but considering the fact she didn’t even use the advice her father gave her, what was the point? like you really don’t need to show her love for her father because it’s a fucking given. maybe to show how innocent she was? idk still a given fact. like every child is innocent, most children love their dads. unless you specifically show her dad being an asshole, we’re gonna know she loves him.
on one hand, (i might be reading too deep) but it is very interesting to read this in an abused/abuser way. like the beast in kevin’s body is the abuser and hedwig, patricia and dennis are the abused and cling to the abuser because it makes them feel protected, even though the beast/abuser is doing harm (by fucking eating people). and then ofc casey, despite doing everything to survive when she was kidnapped and also running away from home, still ends up with her abuser (rapist uncle). that’s a cool thing to think about. i wish they went down that road instead of ‘ahhhh people with DID are big scary beasts!!!!’
and also i knew that this movie would not be respectful in any way possible. i didnt even want to watch the movie because i knew it would portray people with DID as monsters (crazy how i was right! /sarc) but my dad forced me to watch it lol. and like not only is it so disrespectful and contributes to the stigma around DID, it was so…lazy. like i thought it would be interesting to have the alters inside kevin fight or whatever (like some alters send the emails) and then at the end, the girls escape and kevin gets help. which i know is too hopeful of an ending. but it’s way better in my opinion from having some weird ass beast. why was it strangely catholic? its like the writers didnt know how to end it and just were like hmmm ok supernatural beast it is. and i spoke to my dad about this and he agreed that the beast thing was too predictable because they spoke about the beast too much. and what even was the beast. it was just the same guy but had like black contacts and prominent veins and blood from his teeth. not scary. i had to try hard not to laugh at some scenes because they were just so ridiculous…
also what was that weird thing where they mentioned dennis was a pedo then just…didnt bring it up again. dont get me wrong i do NOT want a movie about a pedo kidnapper, but this whole movie seems like a mess so i had to comment on how strange this is. like theres a few more details that are just mentioned then left and ignored but this is the one that irks me the most. oh, also the beast only left casey around bc it saw her self harm scars. what if she didn’t have any scars ?? big plot hole or the beast is just supposed to be dumb or something? like its all like “oh yeah everyone has to suffer to be ‘pure’ but if it doesn’t leave scars ur not valid and ill eat u 🤬🤬”
idk weird movie. only good part was hedwig because he’s funny and i feel bad for him. everyone’s acting was super good too. overall i would give it a wtf/10. jk like a 4/10, maybe a 5. also i hope its not just me who thinks this movie is crap. it had potential and it was thrown away.
#finished the movie and i was immediately like ok i need to talk shit about it on tumblr#split movie#ash shut up challenge
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trigger warning (just overall)
even tho i hope nobody rly sees this i just want to say SOMETHING even if it's to a void.
i can't get over it. i can't get over how many times i tried to tell someone and then nothing happened, and when i finally just came out and said it, i was called a liar and am still being called a liar. how nobody could see what was going on. is it because i couldn't remember the details correctly? im sorry that 12 year old me couldn't recall the rape an molestation of what started when i wasn't even potty trained yet. im sorry i couldn't give exact dates and im sorry i didnt save the underwear he took off of me. im sorry that your kids having a father was mor important than getting them away from a rapist. im sorry for my siblings for backing out and being called liars and being told that i was the one that told them to, i didn't. i told you to ask them because i fucking knew what was happening every time you were gone and he wanted to play hide n seek n he switched from counting with me in the room with all the lights off to one of them. he was doing the same thing to them. you can even see the effects of it in them. one is too scared to go anywhere and hates being away from home or her family and the other has been hypersexual and hyperfixates on sex since he was little. you can see everything i am in him and i dont know if it's because i know why i was like that when i was little that i see it so clear or if it's just that blatantly obvious that you're choosing to ignore it. i don't know if you really thought i was lying or you just didn't care and wanted a family that wasn't broken. you didn't get it. im sorry to my siblings and friends for when i was stuffing powder in my nose and swelling down little pebbles and drinking fluids i thought would make it go away. i was a shitty person and there are people im unable to apologize to and i respect their need to be away from me. i know im better off without the medicated candies and the sour liquid, but i can't help but miss it. it made me feel better but it was at the cost of others. i can get past the people that have beaten me, but i can't get past being raped and i don't know why. maybe it's because the first one who did it was someone who was so loud about hating it. did he start when i was a baby or did he wait until i was a toddler because he liked seeing me try to get away from him? everyone knows i "lied" about him doing it, very few people know that it was never a lie. i remember in third grade when we lived in the townhouses, and i told my neighbors. one of them told me her brother did the same thing to her, we told our friend. we both went back and took it back. i didnt know why she did it, but now i see it was the same reason i did, that we were scared. we were scared of what was going to happen to us. we were scared of what was going to be said, what our families were going to do. i wish i protected my siblings from it. but i didnt, and i couldnt. i know people have told me i was a baby myself, it wasnt my duty, but it was. i was the oldest, i am the oldest. i shouldve made sure they were never alone with him, but i couldn't find the courage to get us out. i was a fucking coward and i'll never be able to forgive myself for it. i hate myself for letting it happen to them. i hate myself for so many things but that is the main thing that will always be burning within me. i wish i told her sooner, because even though she got back with him, he stopped afterwards. something i've always found funny was that when he was allowed to be with us again, he took me to the store with him alone. i remember being terrified he was going to go off the path we were walking to touch me more. but he asked why i lied. we were alone. he had no reason to accuse me of lying when he asked in the same townhouse if i "like what we're doing" and acted hurt when i said no. we always called it "tickling" because that's what it started as. he would always start tickling me and then pul my pants and underwear down and start rubbing it there. then he would keep going until the time we were alone and quiet (when someone else was in the house) would seem weird, because none of us kids were
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Gianni Blurb #1
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warnings: mentions of guns, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, death, murder, physical assault.
This takes place after the events in Chapter 6
The mansion was quiet, except for the loud footsteps of a certain Santiago brother as he marched down to his brother’s office. Gianni saw nothing but red, after getting a picture from Andrew of his little sister’s face. She looked to be sleeping soundly, minus the dark bruising under her eyes. Gianni didn’t even need to be told who did it or what happened, he already knew.
“Yo fucker!” Gianni yelled, as he pushed open the heavy wooden doors, exposing Rafael’s office, “You know what he fucking did to her!? What you allow him to do?!”
“Gianni,” Paulo started, but was cut off by Gianni’s fist making contact with his jaw. The impact sent Paulo reeling back and stumbling into the youngest Santiago boy, “What the fuck!?”
“Shut the fuck up, I’m not talking to you,” Gianni said and then looked back at Rafael. The Don crossed his arms over his chest, watching his middle son have his little outburst. He knew his son all too well, knowing that this would be over soon. Gianni would go out, find some murderer or rapist and throw them into the ring and beat them half to death, “You sent her over there for protection! Not for him to beat her!”
“He sent her over there to complete the-”
Paulo’s sentence was cut off, by Gianni once again striking him, this time, Paulo didn’t let it go. He pushed his middle brother back, making his steps falter. When Gianni got his footing, he grabbed Paulo’s shirt, slamming him up against the wall. Paulo groaned as his head bounced off the dark wood of the wall, as Gianni grabbed his knife, swishing it out and holding it against his throat.
“I said, I’m not talking to you,” Gianni growled, pressing the blade against his brother’s throat.
“What are you gonna do, Gio, gonna slice my throat open? You think you can fucking handle the family business?”
Gianni smirked, shaking his head, “He’s got his hooks in you deep,” He looked over at his father, “Nice job with this one, you really out did yourself Rafael,” Gianni turned his head back to his older brother, “What do you want me to do Paulo? Huh, lay down and fucking take it? Bend over and get it up the ass? You’re fucking out of your mind if you think I’m going to sit here and let that fucking punk beat up my little sister. I’ve failed her too many times, not going to let it happen again.”
“You go over there and Franky finds you, he’ll do a lot more than just torture Sophie,” Narciso spoke up, tired of the testosterone fight between his brothers. Gianni loosened his grip on Paulo a bit, and nodded towards the youngest brother to keep talking, “We’ve been in contact with him. We can’t do anything, or it’ll be worse for everyone else involved. I know it sucks, but it is what it is, Gianni.”
“Maybe for you spineless, weak, fuckers, but not for me,” Gianni said, and let Paulo go, and stormed out of the room.
Paulo fixed his suit jacket and his hair before looking at his father, waiting for his next order. Rafael didn’t say anything as he pulled out a cigar from his desk drawer. Paulo rolled his eyes, and walked out of the office, going to make himself busy with something.
Gianni was sitting in what was once his old room, but Y/N had made it into a small bar room. He sat at the bar, nursing a glass of dark colored whisky. He was pissed, everything made him want to act out and kill something. Seeing his little sister once again being hurt by a man, fueled the guilt in his body. Gianni had been good friends with Francisco, he was even set to be his best man in the wedding. Gianni had no clue the kind of monster Francisco really was. He could remember those days when Y/N was missing and Francisco acted like everything was just fine.
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“Gianni, have you, have you ever gutted someone?” Francisco asked him. The two had some poor soul tied up by his wrists in the chamber. Gianni’s hands and white dress shirt were covered in blood. According to the surveillance video Narciso had gathered, this man was the one who had dragged Y/N into some car.
“No, I haven’t,” Gianni answered and looked down at the various knives and things in front of him.
“Do you know how to?”
“Yeah,” Gianni said, and sighed, leaning on the table, “You gotta have a knife sharp enough to penetrate through the skin, bones, organs and muscles,” He picked up a knife from the table, twirling it in his hands, “Then you split them from groin to sternum. Takes a lot of strength to do. To really make sure it’s done right, you cut deep enough to split all the organs.”
Francisco nodded, gulping down the bile rising in his throat. He had been next to Gianni enough times to know how twisted the middle Santiago boy is. Gianni looked at the knife in his hand again, before walking up to the man in chains.
“I’m going to ask you again, where is my sister and my mother?!” Gianni yelled in the man’s face. His brown eyes were filled with fear and he visibly shook. He had blood running down the side of his forehead, his nose was broken, and he had pissed his pants out of fear.
“I said I don’t know! I was just paid to move her body from the warehouse!”
“To where!?”
“I can’t say! He told me not to!”
“Who did!?”
Before the man could say anything, Francisco had stormed up to the two, pushing Gianni out of the way, and slit the man’s throat wide open. Francisco couldn’t even hear Gianni yelling at him, his mind clouded over with the pleasure of watching the blood seep out of the man’s throat. His heart was beating so loud, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight in front of him.
“Francisco!” Gianni yelled, grabbing his body, “Why the fuck did you do that? He was about to tell us who has my sister and my mom!”
“He’s a fucking junkie,” Francisco said, “He doesn’t know shit.”
“Clean this shit up,” Gianni demanded, leaving him and the dead man alone in the chamber.
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Little did Gianni know that three days after that night in the chamber, his little sister would be found almost dead in a dark alley, and his mother’s body would be found hung up and gutted in the town square.
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A/N: if you say me post this and then delete it. . . you didn't. I hope this helps pass the time:)
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Peak story time please!!!
What was the first thing that peaked you, and when did you peak (not just specifically “peak trans,” but anything “peak patriarchy”)?
okay so in terms of like “peak patriarchy” tbh it’s hard to pick one moment. i grew up in a pretty patriarchal society & country. i was already pretty sick of it from a young age bc i was basically getting called a whore, being harassed, & getting pressured by ppl within my society (luckily not my family) over me not wearing the hijab. when i was in my early teens, i faced rape & most ppl i had opened up to (most being close friends) either said it was my fault or called me a liar or basically minimised what my rapist did like it’s not a big deal to rape someone. again, was called a whore & harassed for that. then i had this one guy as a remaining friend & lucky me, happens to be a guy who had a crush on me for 4 years at this point & was persistent despite repeated rejection. eventually i felt bad and powerless bc rejecting him didn’t mean anything to him, he was arguing im “still his girlfriend” (when i said im not with him & do not want to be) and he said maybe to ME we rnt together but to him we r. anyways after putting up with that for a while, i ended it for the 50th time & he said “is it bc ur a lesbian” and i said yes. 6 months later he sends me flowers to my place in bahrain (his brother delivers it to me) & i was like wtf. so i had to end it again. and again. by that point i was pretty fed up honestly but eventually i got him to leave me alone bc he said like “stay pls maybe i can change your mind ;(“ and i said he cannot and then said if my mind changes ill hit him up. i already knew my mind wouldn’t be changed lol bc i tried not to be a lesbian for long enough to know it’s just not possible. but at least that somehow convinced him to leave me alone. but then when i was done w that situation & opened up about being a lesbian online, i got repeatedly hassled on whether id date a trans woman etc & about penises. i was a tra and was like no unm id totally date a trans woman but not with a penis bc im penis-repulsed. and ofc then i got hassled w messages like “isnt that terfy / transphobic” so at this point im like what the fuck. here’s where i started to peak. anyways like a year or two later i have my first gf right and she’s a massive TRA. im still leaning towards the TRA side but talking vocally about how sex exists & so does sex-based oppression & that lesbians are allowed not to like penis. anyways my then-gf pressures me into an open relationship & says it’s bc my body is like “too perfect” & it makes her insecure and she hates her body etc. she says that she was told that polyamory can help solve her body image issues & was convincing me of how it’d work. i was skeptical and not for having an open relationship but like how can u say no to someone u love telling u that ur the reason for their insecurities & that u can help them simply by letting them fuck other ppl??? so i was like okay fine. immediately my ex dates like 3 other ppl at once, 1 of them being a trans woman. i was against this n was like how’s this meant to help w ur body image issues … this person literally has a penis and a completely body from u… n my ex was tryna convince me that it does help somehow. anyways the trans woman wants desperately for us to become a throuple. writin detailed fantasies about me to my then-gf, made a Facebook profile set in bahrain with an arabic name with a hentai profile pic, etc. eventually my ex says “oh but i don’t think she’d be into that, she’s penis repulsed” and the tw goes all :( aw what a shame :( i hope she gets help for this :( and my ex agrees. my ex then tells me about this non-chalantly. im like erm ok… then a week later i text my ex and i say that the whole thing rly upset me. they both then proceed to gaslight me that im crazy & it’s not like that & im such a misandrist & i should be able to love trans women bc they’re women and what’s in their pants doesn’t matter. my ex switches between telling me that i should undergo some genital “exposure therapy” and telling me such therapies aren’t useful so it’s not like they want me to go there. i stand down eventually. probs peak trans there
#i ran out of words but basically the tw was outed as an abuser. we already knew but my ex said the woman who talked about the tw raping her#is a lying terf. ofc. turns out she wasn’t.#my ex ends up apologising for taking the trans woman’s side but the damage was done lol#oh and the relationship ended bc she wasn’t cheating by being w 3 other ppl at once but me getting with 1 person was cheating and she#started attacking me constantly n i was like u know what im done w this#being called a cheater bc it’s ok for her to do whatever w whoever but when it was me it’s cheating was just 2 much#even tho i didn’t lie or sneak around or anything lol i followed the same rules she did but#anyways. that peaked me. soon after that ex came out as nonbinary and started saying the f slur arguing it’s ok bc they’re a Bi Man and#saying it’s gay whether they date men or women. so. that peaked me more lol.
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