#plush muffler

[tithsokphanny31]

Colorful Tokyo Street Style w/ Handmade Rainbow Plushie Headdress, Furry Bear Muffler, Neon Green Dress & Pom Pom Bag

[eenyung]

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[noonwardmoss]

Butcher BDSM posting

NSFW below the cut!

"Fuck me, there 'ya go. Thaaaa's a good cunt." Butcher's voice is a constant in your head—the only thing you can process in the barrage of sensations going through you. It's like your brain needs it, specifically searches him out like a plant to light.

Your muffled groans reverberate in his room. When he'd said he wanted to try some rough fun in his apartment, you hadn't known what you were expecting. Whatever it was, it wasn't this.

He has you tied up neatly for his taking, a gag between your plush lips and arms numb where they're restrained behind you. The bondage, while rare, was relatively normal for you two. It was the other things that had you squriming.

Those other things being three small bullet vibes, secured to your clit and nipples respectively. You hadn't realized he even owned such things. In your fuzzy mind, the idea of him specifically buying them with the intent of using them on you made your heart flutter—and your cunt clench. He grunted in approval at the sensation.

"Barely fuckin' coherent, are 'ya? That's alright, love. Like you much better when yer moaning around tha' thing, anyway," he sneers. And he must be stressing about something because he's mean tonight.

"This lovely hole's fer me, yeah? Can't be without ol' Billy's cock, aye?" You're too lost to process that he wants an answer even if you're gagged. With the tut of his tongue, he quickly snaps you back to attention by smacking your tit. You gasp a high keen against your muffler, to which he raises a brow. He repeats the movement with that sick grin of his.

"Bloody asked you somethin', didn't I? Daft cunt. You fuckin' need me, don't you?"

You nod with tears in your eyes, the meat of your chest still stinging from his rough hit. He laughs deep in his chest.

"Atta girl."

[sweetimpurity]

On the Run

w.c. 1.5k NSFW

a/n: 1 edit

Chapter 1

The faucet drips slowly and the sounds of crickets and nightlife sing outside the cracked back window. It’s quiet in the dark motel room except for his heavy breathing and your consistent soft whimpers of pleasure. After the stress of having to leave everything behind, you’re trying to figure out how to live in the shadows, keep out of the light, disappear for a while so that some certain people don’t find you. You’re in love with him, and nothing can stop you from being with him. Now you’re on the run, laying low until hopefully all this drama can pass. But at least you have each other… 

“Good, baby?” He pants, leaning on his elbow, looking down over your face, his hand cradling your head as he thrusts his cock into your precious cunt over and over. “Oh-miggy…” you moan and it makes him even more determined. This is one of the first times you’ve felt safe in the last few days. You’ve been traveling for so long in Miguel’s car, trying to get to a small town no one would think to look for you. You both managed to check into some rundown motel in the dead of night. Finally settling in one spot and hoping it’s far enough away. 

You’re needy for him, scared of losing him and knowing how bad things are for the both of you. You couldn’t judge him for the sort of people he was associated with, but it made you scared to think that there are dangerous men looking for him right now, even as he makes love to you. In your eyes, he’s perfect, and for you he is sweet as can be. 

He thrusts deeply, his cock dragging deliciously through your plush walls, pulling endless moans and whimpers of pleasure from your reddened lips. And you look at him with a face that drives him wild, looking like you could cry or cum at any second. Your lips are parted and your eyebrows creased, accepting all of his torturous pleasure. He looks down at you with a stern expression. He’s not smiling, but he’s not frowning, he’s focusing. Focusing on only you. “Oh Mig… Miguel…” you moan and he runs his fingers down the side of your face lovingly. “I’ve got you baby…” He says lowly and dips his head down to kiss your throat and your warm soft neck, working you up to make you sensitive, loving the face you make when you're overwhelmed by his touch. Your soft hands go up to press lightly on his broad chest and he knows you're close. 

“So pretty babygirl… all mine… just for me, yeah?” He praises sweetly. He knows words are hard, impossible right now. He doesn’t need a response, he just wants to work you up, keep you flustered and your mind fuzzy. He knows it only makes your orgasm that much stronger when you're like this. 

And he wants to give you the release you need. He feels guilty about this whole situation. He shouldn’t have let you get involved but he just couldn’t say no to you. And he couldn’t keep himself away, he’s desperately in love with you too.  

You hum in response and your hand moves to the back of his neck, your fingers running through his soft hair as he keeps pumping deeply within you. He strokes his fingers down your flushed cheek, his thumb resting on your bottom lip, rubbing it softly before grabbing your chin and kissing your hungrily. He speeds up his movements, jutting his hips into your a little faster and you whimper in response to the new rhythm, closing your eyes tight, jaw dropped against his mouth. 

Just then Miguel’s ears perk up to a familiar sound outside. He might just be imagining it but it sounds exactly like the car of one of the guys he knows. One of the men he thought he could trust but is now hunting him down. It was a very specific car and he could hear the sound of the engine along with the custom muffler he remembers so well. It’s not a sound he could easily forget or mistake. How did they find them so quickly? And why does it have to be now, right now in this most intimate moment? 

His mind fills with dread but he doesn’t want to worry your, you’re still moaning his name and he hasn’t stopped fucking into your sweetness. He sighs and his face stays in its stern expression, his brow furrowing slightly in frustration that they didn’t get far enough away. “Miguel…” you moan again and put your hand on his shoulder, seeing that he’s distracted by something. “Baby…” He whispers, smiling and trying to hide the fact that they might have been found. But he doesn’t want to stop this yet. It wouldn’t be fair to you. He would never forgive himself for purposely bringing you into such intense sensitivity and then denying you release. “My baby…” He whispers and kisses your lips a few times. You whimper into his mouth, the only sounds being your soft moans, the gentle snap of your lips together, the squish of his cock into your slick and the threat of danger rumbling outside as Miguel hears the engine turn off and car doors slam shut. 

He keeps kissing you deeply, your eyes closed in bliss but his eyes open, looking out the window to try and see through the blinds and pick up any movement outside. He glares toward the windows and around the room nervously but he comes back to kiss your lips, his tongue invading and dominating your soft, eager mouth. 

He pulls away from the kiss, hearing a new noise outside, sounding like pounding downstairs on the doors of the first floor, and the sound gets louder the closer it gets. He looks over his shoulder, still pumping into you generously but now you know there's something wrong. “What is it?” you pant, still so sensitive, barely able to think straight. “Nothing baby… it’s nothing, it’s okay” He looks back at you and tries to soothe you even though he’s starting to get nervous himself. He keeps thrusting into you, a lot deeper now, determined to give you all his attention, looking in your eyes with his same dominant expression as you wither into a puddle of moans and helpless whimpers. He just needs to make your cum and then he can figure this out, but you're most important right now. Even he thinks he’s crazy for not acting when he knows there's danger, but seriously nothing else matters. He’d take a bullet for you any day. 

“Cmon baby, c'mon… give it to me” He half-whispers and his deep voice gives you shivers. He reaches an arm down and hooks it under your knee, bringing it up just a little bit and keeping it there with his thigh so he can reach new depths within you. His cock presses perfectly to your sweet spot, making your whine and pout.  He’s trying to push you over the edge, needing it to happen now. His fingers move down to your clit to keep things building and bring you there faster. “Mig-ah.. I…s’too much Miguel!” You beg him softly, and try to close your thighs around his waist, the pleasure completely overwhelming you. “Shhh…you can take it angel… cum for me baby…” He pushes into you harder now and his fingers work expertly on your clit. He feels your velvet pulsing around him and he knows you’re just about there. 

The pounding on the motel doors gets louder and closer. Whoever is out there, if it’s who Miguel thinks it is, they’re not going to stop until they find what they’re looking for. And who they’re looking for. 

You cry out in pleasure, his cock still stimulating your sensitive nerves. “Oh Mig- oh…” you whimper and just like that, you’re there. Your back arches off the bed and you take a deep breath as your orgasm takes over. Miguel watches and he can tell you’re about to moan loud. As much as he wants to hear your sweet voice moan over his cock, he doesn’t want the men outside to hear, he hopes they can just make a silent escape. He leans up and captures your mouth in a kiss right as you're about to moan out in ecstasy. Instead you moan into his mouth as your walls flutter around him in rhythm, your hands pressing to his chest as it happens. He holds your mouth hostage with kisses until you come down from the high and he pulls out quickly, making you whimper sadly at the loss of contact. He suddenly sits up and kneels on the bed, looking through the blinds seriously. 

“Miguel…what is it?” you ask and catch your breath, so concerned as you try to sit up, your body tired and completely fucked out. “We need to go baby… I’m sorry”

...

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1970 Chrysler 300 Hurst

One of the great unknowns about the 1970 Chrysler 300 Hurst is exactly how many cars were built. Estimates put the total as low as 485, and as high as 502 cars. Regardless of what the figure actually is, the car itself is a pretty special piece of machinery.

The 300 Hurst is a giant of a car at 19′ in length. All of the Hursts rolled off the production line finished in Spinnaker White. The cars were then shipped to the Hurst factory in Warminster, Pennsylvania, where a substantial transformation was performed. The first change to be made was the removal of the standard Chrysler steel hood skin, which was replaced with a fiberglass unit. This featured a decorative hood scoop and the obligatory set of recessed hood locks. The deck lid was also removed, and once again, a fiberglass replacement, complete with a spoiler integrated with the rear quarter panels, was also installed. The White paintwork was complimented by the addition of Satin Tan highlights and contrasting pinstripes, and the wheels were adorned with the same Satin Tan color in the centers. This Hurst is a clean car, with a small area of rust visible in the lower section of the driver’s side front fender, and surface corrosion present on the car’s underside. The Spinnaker White paint appears to be in good condition, but there has been some deterioration of the Satin Tan paint on both the hood and the deck lid. The exterior trim and chrome all look good, while the tinted glass is close to perfect.

The 300 Hurst was a premium car at a premium price, so naturally, it required a premium interior. In this case, seat upholstery was available in a single type and color. Continuing the exterior theme, the color is Saddle Tan, and the material is leather. The plush front seats are not standard 300 items but have been pilfered from the Imperial parts bin. While the original intention was for a Hurst shifter to be part of the interior features, this is something that never eventuated. The interior of this Hurst is close to perfect, with a single discolored spot on the dash pad being the most obvious fault. The rest of it presents in virtually as-new condition, and as befits a luxury car, it is loaded with luxury touches. These include air conditioning, power windows, six-way power seats, cruise control, a remote trunk release, and I think that there also might be an 8-track player hanging under the dash.

The 300 Hurst was the biggest of the muscle cars, and as such, it needed a big motor to get it moving. In this case, it is the TNT 440 engine, pumping out 375hp. The Hurst also features a 727 TorqueFlite transmission, a 3.23 rear end, power steering, power brakes, heavy-duty rear springs and front torsion bars, and sway bars. The exhaust was a full dual system, ending in quad tips. This Hurst hasn’t seen a lot of recent use, and documentation confirms that between 1986 and 2019, it managed to accumulate a grand total of 20 miles! Since being removed from its climate-controlled storage, it has undergone a meticulous mechanical check and recommissioning, and it is now said to run and drive perfectly. The owner does suggest that while the tires look good, they are pretty olds, and replacing them might be a good idea. He also says that the Hurst may need mufflers fairly soon. The car does come with a fair collection of documentation, including the original Build Sheet and Window Sticker, a pristine Certi-Card, Owner’s Manual, as well as dealer paperwork and other assorted items.

While there has always been some question surrounding the build totals for the 1970 300 Hurst, one thing is certain, and that is that there are less than 300 cars in existence today. Pristine examples can fetch sums in excess of $30,000, and even a rough example in need of restoration can still sell for anywhere around $13,000. This one doesn’t need a major restoration, but it does require some cosmetic work. I’m not sure where bidding is eventually going to go with this one, but I would suspect that it will be somewhere around the low to mid $20,000 mark. Even at that price, it probably wouldn’t be a bad buy.

[vanillyanmocattio]

agere sensories - auditory (sounds)

seeking:

You can make spotify playlists, youtube playlists, or even make your own private folder with agere songs/asmrs on your phone! One things i love about the internet is how easy it is to find and download songs, use it to your advantage!

To movie loving or game loving littles, you can look up [insert media you're looking for] OST - Official Soundtrack. If you're looking for shows, OP is opening, if you want a longer version of a soundtrack you can look for an extended version, and game specific, if you like the instruments you hear in a certain game, you can look for a soundfont cover

There is a ton of musical and sound toys! Toy instruments, recorders, xylophones, kalimbas, kazoos, music boxes (god i love these)! There are also electronic toys, talking toys, dog toys (hi and love you pet regressors), bells, rattles (you can even make your own)!

For calmer noise seeking, search animal videos! What sound does a duck, or a fox make? Asmrs can also be satisfying, like toy unboxing or various tingly videos (be careful - not every asmr account is sfw!)

go outside if you feel like it! Even something as simple as rain can be stimulating, let alone visiting a park, a store or even arcades. Just remember about your limits and prepare yourself just in case.

You don't need to have stim toys to generate noise! Pen clicking, coins or keys jiggling, zippers, even your own voice, clicking your tongue, making animal sounds.. Having agere gear is great, but it doesn't mean you can't use what you already have!

Also, you can bird watch from your window! It really helps me slip into the little space, and listening to the pretty chirps is so nice! You could get a bird house and bird seeds over your window, and watch the little friends visit over the winter!

video games/phone games are very noise stimulating! especially rhythm games (like a dino, cough cough). The age range is also vast for them, from toddlers to teens to even adults! Did you know there's even a method of accessing flash games?

cartoons and anime are also stimulating! specifically targeted at the older audience (older kids/teens), they're a burst of sounds and colors! I think 2000s/2010s especially fit that energetic feeling, so does shōnen and magical girl genres! (Just check the age rating before starting!)

If you have friends who also age regress, meet up! a bunch of littles in one room WILL generate a lot of noise!

avoidant:

ear mufflers, headphones, ear phones, ear plugs. Protect your ears! It's completely normal, don't worry about it

visit places when the traffic is down, or within quiet hours (some places have it for autistic people, though as far as I can tell it often doesn't include lights so I didn't mentioned it in the visual avoidant)

museums! Libraries! Parks (out of regular hours)! forests!

whenever you're traveling, keep track of potential quiet spots

as much as i love my quiet time, please do not sacrifice sleep for it! You could get up early (6 AM, 7 AM) to still have quieter time, but your nini time is sacred!

visit places out of season (most often autumn/winter)! They sometimes are cheaper, and you get the benefit of not many people attending

give yourself a designated nap time. Turn off the noise, cover the windows, limit other sensories that give you discomfort, and take a rest (not necessarily a nap dw)

have someone to shield you from the noise. Maybe it's a companion plush, maybe It's a CG, maybe it's a friend. Having something to redirect your thoughts to in tough environments is a game changer! But it shouldn't be a replacement for other support

It's good to have a list of things you're okay or not okay with if you're sensory sensitive. Sometimes we get so excited that we forget our limits, and later get overwhelmed, and it's okay! However you may want to keep track of it to potentially limit your distress.

It's okay to retreat if things get too much. Age regression is your coping mechanism, and nobody else's, only you can dictate your boundaries. Stay safe <3

[kh13]

New Kingdom Hearts Sega Plaza Plushes & Muffler Towels Revealed!

[beansproutsong]

[Proxy] Revale - Cerezo vs Bellmare collab

product line up:

Can Bagde set: 1300¥ (chibi or non chibi)

acrylic standee: 1980¥

uniform keychain: 1320¥

flag: 1650¥

tapestry: 2200¥

replica uniform: 6600¥

bracelet: 2200¥

muffler: 2750¥

plush: 2200¥

Preorder will be closed on 9th october and item will be shipped next January

DM me here or at my twitter (angelic1408) to place your order

[poshfind]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: JK Accessories Plush Black Twisted Faux Fur Infinity Neck Scarf.

[diamondphantom-collections]

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[zacharry0910]

Muffler by Nazraanaa: Embrace Winter Fashion with Elegance and Warmth

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Conclusion: In conclusion, Nazraanaa's muffler collection is a perfect blend of fashion, functionality, and luxury. With their dedication to quality craftsmanship, elegant designs, and commitment to staying ahead of trends, Nazraanaa muffler have carved a niche in the world of winter fashion. Embrace the chilly days with elegance and warmth, and make a fashion statement that speaks of timeless sophistication. Whether you wear it for yourself or gift it to someone special, a muffler by Nazraanaa is sure to become an indispensable accessory for the winter season.

[aguzziadventure]

Day 13 : Reflecting on the bike - A Temperamental Friend

After several frustrating hours on the phone to the AA locating a local mechanic who knows Guzzis, a silver lining emerges. A helpful lady offers to tow to Agostini Srl, a legendary Moto Guzzi specialist nestled in Mandello, close to the Moto Guzzi factory. The back of a lorry wasn't exactly the grand entrance I had envisioned for my bike, but even in this Top Gear like manner, I am ticking off another goal from my trip's bucket list.

My tow arrives at 10.30am but the drop-off isn't until 3pm, and he can’t take me with him. This leaves me to traverse public transport with my hefty luggage in tow. It’s annoying, but the ferry rides and train journey are a great way to get a different view of Lake Como - with stops at Varenna and Lierna.

Arriving at Agostini, tired, I am greeted by Luca, the hospitable general manager who's spent 35 years in the company's service. I spend the waiting hours exploring the treasure trove of Guzzi memorabilia they have on display, including an original V7 sport. The bike finally arrives, late at 4pm, but is swiftly swept away to the capable hands of the mechanics. I sit with them, and they diagnose that most of the noises are normal guzzisms and quite safe. Potentially, there is a corroded spot weld in the muffler, making the baffle loose, that might have been the cause of the lean running and rattling. Since I know I’ll need new mufflers at some point, and as I'm at Agostini, I see it fitting to get some here. The noise seems to have abated, or maybe it's just drowned out by the rumble of the new shortie slip ons. Either way, I am content. They also identify an issue – a crunchy steering rack. It appears the tow man may have ratcheted down it incorrectly, and damaged something that was definitely not there before. It's not an ideal situation, but I can get home with it. My ordeal with the breakdown cover that has proven to be woefully inadequate leaves me with little desire to follow up on it. Frankly, the AA European team are useless.

With the bike back in action, I take it for a spin around Mandello. I pay homage to the iconic gates of the Guzzi factory and ride down to the waterside.

After a day spent without the bike, this moment of respite offers a perfect opportunity to reflect on the role this machine has played on the roadtrip.

It has been a nuisance at times, but despite its eccentricities, or perhaps because of them, we've formed a bond. This machine, a curious blend of charm and quirks, is flawed, even broken in some ways - but aren't we all?

In its own way, it has been ideally suited to the diverse range of roads we traversed. Its generous fuel tank often came to the rescue, stretching the miles between refueling stops. The comfortable riding position and the plush saddle were a boon on long riding days, providing much-needed relief. Its deliberate and twitch-free handling lent a steady assurance on the variety of roads, although speed wasn't its forte.

Its low power has been a strange blessing in disguise. When you've spent hours in the saddle, the bike's forgiving nature ensures that a harsh blip on the throttle or a careless clutch release doesn't spell disaster. Its character-filled engine, with its grumbling and complaining, added a dimension of charm. When you're pushing it near its limit, which is at modest speeds, it comes alive. The whole thing shakes and resonates, as if sharing the excitement of the ride. In contrast, on a more capable bike, I would be barely stretching its legs at these speeds.

On the super technical switchbacks, I had no reason to envy the high-powered sportbikes. It kept up just fine, and when they zoomed away on the straights, I was content taking in the scenery. There were moments, of course, when I did pine for the rush of a sportbike, but the V7 proved to be no one-trick pony. It handled a varied range of roads and surfaces, something a pure sportbike would balk at.

An adventure bike might be the more logical choice for a journey of this kind, but they just feel like a utility to me. They're super competent, but conversations sparked by a BMW GS are often few and far between. The little Guzzi, on the other hand, seemed to draw smiles and stir curiosity as it tackled roads it had no business being on. The affection and nostalgia that Moto Guzzi fans displayed when they spotted the bike was heartwarming, and added a unique element to the experience that other brands simply cannot replicate.

I believe I've bonded with my Guzzi because, in some odd way, its become a living entity. It’s not for everyone, it has its shortcomings and peculiarities, but if you afford it time and patience, it weasels its way into your affections. Despite being a pain most of the time, it has earned my love - a testament to its underlying charm.

So, here's to my plucky Guzzi - a perfectly imperfect partner that has left an imprint on this adventure. I look forward to the rest of our journey together.

[urduhindipoetry]

HUNTSMANS ERA Winter woolen Neck Scarf for men and women / Muffler cap

Price: (as of – Details) Winter scarf is made of superior acrylic fibers and plush, which makes it more breathable, soft and comfortable to wear. The double-layer design works well to keep your neck, face and ears warm all the way, it is an ideal headwear for various indoor and outdoor activities in cold days. Date First Available ‏ : ‎ 13 October 2020 ASIN ‏ : ‎ B08L5GY4MG Item part number ‏ :…

[gothiccremes]

Oh, Dear... | Eddie x Fem’Reader

Chapter 3, pt.2:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3, pt.1:

Chapter 4:

🌸⚠️Warning NSFW Scenes⚠️🌸

You made sure not to step on the cracks in the road as you stepped into the trailer park. It wasn't too busy, which you were very thankful for. Though the walk could've been shorter if you hadn't stopped by another store, spotting some rings Eddie would love.

You wanted the best for Eddie, to see the face you saw before your first school when Eddie got his new ring. It was gorgeous how his curls framed his face perfectly; of course, you wanted to see your best friend happy.

Only two more roads to pass, then you would be on Eddie’s street. The giddiness bloomed inside you, bringing about how fast you were walking now.

“You’re going to be so happy to see me, Eddie. You're going to see how much I genuinely love you.”

Your voice cracked, and your knees suddenly felt wobbly when you processed what you said. Of course, you loved Eddie, but…not the romantic way, right?

One more road until you were at Eddie’s. The excitement that you had turned into anxiety. Sure maybe you had romantic thoughts about Eddie, but you knew that it was just you fighting away the loneliness of not having a partner. But you had your friends, Steve, Robin, and the one you're thinking about now…Eddie.

—————

“God- don’t stop- please don’t stop.”

Eddie cried out, letting go of his painfully hard cock before he could cum. Eddie’s body shaking from the harsh teasing he’s been doing. Eddie growls and changes his position, really glad his uncle was out the rest of the day. Aggressively grabbing a pillow on the couch, he hooked an arm underneath it and bit into its soft plush. He arched his back and began stroking himself, using the pillow as a muffler for his loud moans.

“Fuuuuuck, c’mon please- please~”

‘Your body was all he could imagine. His body was finally pressed against you, his cock between your warm thighs, rubbing into your slick folds. The sounds you'd make when he’d thrust had him growling into the fluff of your hair. Eddie covered you in bites and kisses while you mewled into his neck and ears. The sound of your ass was one of his second favorite sounds out of everything, the slap of sweaty and sticky skin. It made him thrust into your thighs harder and quicker. Eddie pulled away from you, causing you to turn and look back at him with baby-doll eyes. Eddie groaned before roughly pushing your face into a pillow, and using the other to lift your ass.

“Can you stay still for me sweetheart? For me? God…you're so wet for me, baby. Can I taste you? God, please, let me taste your cunt.”

Eddie begged, kissing sweetly up and down your thighs and ass. You whimpered, shaking your ass at him.

“Use your words, sweety. I need to hear your voice. Use your voice…”

You moan as you feel a warm breath against your pussy.

“Yes…please, yes Eddie. Love me, use me…breed me.”

Eddie whined at your answer; he ran his hands up and down your hips, biting into an asscheek. You squealed in surprise when Eddie practically devoured your dripping cunt. The taste was perfect for Eddie, his new favorite meal, a sour-sweet quick snack all for him to enjoy. Your soft cries and moans are what pushed him over the edge of sanity. So when he felt the flutter of your opening and the quake of your hips, he pulled away. An annoyed whine came from you, causing Eddie to laugh softly at you.

“Eddie…my Love, please. Please don't tease me anymore. I want you so bad.”

Eddie smiled, his heart fluttering at your words.

“I love you…I love you so much (Y/N).”’

Eddie huffed into the now drool-covered pillow, pumping his cock viciously. He loved the idea of you under him. He knew how you both acted towards each other, more like a couple than best friends. Eddie groans softly, feeling a pleasurable knot in his abdomen. The continuous buckling of his hips and the fantastic feeling of cool air hitting his skin. Eddie’s grip on the poor pillow had tightened, and his hips thrusting became erratic. He let out hot open mouth moans, softly growling for his release.

‘You felt heavenly, your velvety warmth wrapped around his hard dick. Inserting it almost made Eddie cum; it took time for you to adjust as he realized he was taking your first time. So carefully he moved, kissing between your shoulders, wiping the tears down your face.

“Oh-...oh Eddie…”

“Yes, Sweetheart? What's wrong? Do you want me to pull out and stop?”

“Eddie…, it's okay. I’m almost ready...I can't help but get emotional. l. I love you so much...and you feel so good inside me. Imagine if we had kids…you’d be such a good daddy.”

“I’d love to give you kids, (Y/N). I’ll give you as many as you want. God I’ll be the best husband and dad you’ll ever see.”

Eddie said lovingly, accidentally jerking his hips. You squeaked in surprise, fear flashing over Eddie's face.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry- I didn't mean to.”

Your cute giggles, and the wiggle of your hips to get Eddie even deeper in you, broke him out of his worry.

“S-shit (Y/N). I’m trying to be worried about you….”

You let out a happy cackle and reached back to pat his thigh.

“It's, okay Eddie. I’m okay…you can move; I can't wait any longer.”

Eddie laughs with you, kissing your neck sweetly before pulling out and pushing back in slowly. A long and low moan leaves both of your lips. You called for Eddie to move faster, and he happily complied.

In just a few minutes Eddie was now pounding into you; the high pitch sounds you made only fueled him. He could feel the knot in his stomach build, and he could feel your release coming to. It was when your moans became screams and the tightening of your pussy that had him undone.

“Eddie! Oh-oh! Eddie cum- cum in me!”

“Grr- sweetheart, I’ll make you the best mother ever- all mine….full. God, take it all in.”

It took only a few more thrusts for Eddie to make you cum, your hole tightening around him. Eddie moaned and let out a few curses, having him buck into you before finally cumming inside. Heavy breath came from the both of you, Eddie laying down next to you, holding you gently.

“I’m happy you chose me…I love you so much.”’

Eddie continued hastily stroking his cock, even after the fantasy was over. He hadn't indeed cum, but God, he was close, so close. Eddie hissed into his pillow, and his hips jutted before a soft scream came out, and finally, he let his extreme orgasm hit him.

Cold air against his body made his relaxed body tense. It cooled him down, making him whimper softly. Eddie sat up slowly, a string of saliva connected from his red lips to the soaking pillow. He yawned softly and cleaned himself up, then put a new pair of boxers and a pair of sweats on.

Eddie walked back to the couch that was covered in his orgasm. He blushed at the sight and quickly cleaned it up.

“Why is it so fucking cold?”

Growling softly, Eddie turns and freezes; he quickly jumps up.

“WHAT THE- How long has that shit been open!”

Eddie scrambled to the now-noticed open door and got ready to slam it shut. A shine hit Eddie's eye, making him let go and step outside his trailer. Three bags, one full of horror movies, one full of his favorite snacks, and the other full of rings. At that moment Eddie felt his heart drop, You had visited and he didn't even notice because he was too caught up in his fantasy of fucking you. He hastily gathered the bags of stuff and ran to his room, quickly getting dressed.

—————

You ran as fast as possible into the woods, after what you saw. Your face was a bright red, and seeing the sinful scene, made you drop your items and run.

“Oh God, oh God, what the fuck- why- oh God why-”

You wailed, the leaves crunching underneath your shoes. You knew after he would finish, Eddie would see the stuff that you dropped and come chasing right after you. You could hardly breathe; running into the forest was a bit of a stretch, but you had to get away. Your gut had knotted, and you had to fight the urge to touch yourself with him. So instead, you ran, with your face rosy and your panties soaked.

“How am I going to look him in the face…I should've never planned that surprise. He was only doing what's natural- I intruded!”

You rambled, quickly finding a seat behind some trees—heaving and sucking deep breaths to get some air.

“I- I don't know- I don't know what to do…I need to sleep. I need to get home and sleep. Think about what I’m going to do.”

Your thighs squeezed together to relieve some tension from between. Making you sigh softly.

“M-maybe I should take care of myself first.”

—————

Eddie grabbed his keys and raced to the van, his hair sticking to his forehead. Turning on the motor and starting the vehicle, Eddie sped to your house. He didn't know how long it was since you visited, so for all he knew, you were already home. So that was the first place he’d check.

“God damn it…(Y/N) you sure love to surprise me. Well- you certainly got your surprise…fuck how I’m I going to talk to you.”

Eddie pulled into your driveway behind your dad's car. Getting out of his van and slamming the driver's door shut.

“Fuck- Mr.(L/N) is here….how am I going to explaaaaiiinnnn. UGH.”

Eddie carefully went up to the front door, and waltzed in nervously. A low voice makes him jump, and a large hand wraps around Eddie’s shoulders.

“Heeey! What’s up Eddie, coming to visit a little guy like me?”

“Yes, of course your majesty. Who wouldn’t.”

“Pfft, Of course son, have a sit….wait where’s (Y/N)? She was supposed to surprise you.”

Eddie looks up at the burly man and swallows.

“You mean…she’s not here?”

“No? Why would she be? Cause, Like I said (Y/N) is supposed to be with you.”

“Right, Mr.(L/N), I actually- left her at my trailer. She just wanted me to visit and say she made it there safely. You know how she is.”

The big man let out a hearty laugh and slapped Eddie on the back. He was carefully pushing the metal head out the door.

“You do have a great time, son! Make sure she gets back home later.”

“Of course, (Y/N) is undoubtedly a prize to remember. I’ll keep her safe.”

With a kind smile, your father waved goodbye, watching as Eddie pulled out of the drive and back to his trailer.

—————

You gently sucked your fingers and stood tiredly. You gently pull up your underwear and pants, giving a soft yawn.

“Man…that certainly made me feel better…and tired.”

With that, you manage to make it out of the woods. It would help if you had a different way to get home, but it took a long time using that path. Yet, it was the only way for you to get home without getting seen by Eddie. So you took it, leaving you tired as all hell gets out and leaving your dad slightly confused.

“Why are you home so early?”

The sudden voice made you jump, which you answered quickly.

“Oh uh, I just got tired. Eddie also said he had a session to plan, so I didn't want to intrude.”

You lied as your face brightened a soft pink. Your dad nodded, and you took the chance to go to your room. Undressing and looking out at the darkening sky, you grimaced at the idea of having to go to school. However, laying in your bed, you fell right to sleep.

Leaving Eddie a nervous wreck at his trailer and worried about the school day tomorrow.

“How am I even going to talk to you- seeing me/you like that.”

You both whispered, painfully aware of the uncertainty of what’ll happen next.

Date: July/13/2022

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[qianinterprises]

Summer '78

Pairing | bully!Jeno x chubby!Reader

Warning(s) | bullying, harsh words, cussing, sexual assault, name calling, fat shaming, poor shaming, face slapping, angst, hurtful comments, yelling, the Dreamies are not nice people (I know I did Jaemin wrong, I'm sorry)

Synopsis | Jeno was a bully, and you were his primary victim. Nothing should have changed, but Jeno began getting tired of bullying the girl he was in love with simply because she didn't conform to societies beauty standards. So she was chubby? So what?! His friends didn't see it that was.

Genre | ANGST, retro-flashback

Author’s Notes | So I wrote this a while back for an event of NCTA, which was basically writing a retro fic. This fic is very different than the fics I usually write. For one, it is told in Jeno's perspective rather than the readers. For two, this is a "chubby fic." Meaning the reader is seen in the fic as having a larger body weight, which, may I add here, is not a problem, nor should it ever be. If you are being bullied for anything, please don't let it go unreported. Report it as many times as you have to because bullying is not ok, whether it's done at school, at home, or anywhere else. Also, there is a possibility that there will be a part two, I have had some people (before posting it here) request a part two but I'm on the fence about that, but perhaps a part two will show some change and growth on Jeno's part. So we'll see. Tell me your opinions though! I hope you enjoy~

Word Count | 3.5k

Taglist | @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon @nschitty

A group of six boys sat around a table talking and laughing until a loud crash resounded through the snack shack that brought their attention to a waitress on the floor, yellow heels scattered behind her, empty tray in her hands and spilled drinks everywhere as well as on a girl by the table the waitress had fallen at.

“Clutz,” one of the boys, Jeno, mumbled, shaking his head.

“Fatass,” Jeno’s best friend, Jaemin responded.

The other four muttered something along the lines of agreement as they watched the waitress cowering on the floor with a bright red face as the girl now covered in cola shrieked about her ruined clothing and hair.

Jaemin got up from his seat angrily.

“What the hell are you doing to my girlfriend!” he yelled, approaching the pair.

“Jaeminnie! She poured soda all over me!” the girl pouted, running into Jaemins arms.

Jeno rolled his eyes.

Jeno shook his head. Out of all of the boys in their biker gang, Jaemin just had to be the most gullible, falling for the Queen Bee of the high school who used him for nothing more than his money and face.

“She ruined my shirt,” Jeno heard the girl whine.

Jaemin embraced her tighter.

“You’ll have to pay for her clothing, fatty!” Jaemin demanded.

The waitress was someone Jeno recognized. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). She had been one of his best friends when he was a shy ten year old trying to fit in. They both befriended Jaemin and the rest of their group and somewhere along the way, he’d gotten muscular and tall while she’d gotten chubby. With Jeno’s looks, he’d always been popular with girls, but when he became interested in them as more than friends, he’d dumped the girl in favor of girlfriends.

She was a bullied girl wearing outdated clothing that made adequate grades. A nobody. She didn’t fit into any groups. She drifted through high school being shoved against lockers while her books were thrown across the hallway and what little lunch money she had was stolen. More often than not, Jeno or one of the other guys was the perpetrator.

“I can’t…” (y/n) muttered, looking down at the floor.

Jaemin kicked the carrying tray away from her, making the girl flinch.

Something in Jeno’s heart snapped against his chest, but he’d never allow it to escape. He watched tears gather in the corner of the girl's eyes and Jeno fought the urge to pull her to his chest.

Feelings began to stir their first year in high school when he and (y/n) had been seated side-by-side in homeroom and he’d leaned over to tease her about her recent, awkwardly styled hair when he’d met the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.

The feelings made his stomach twist in knots and his body tingled. Feelings and sensations that only grew stronger when their skin brushed or when her angelic voice met his ears.

The feelings were what drove him to brash treatment. His hands shoving her shoulders against the lockers as he demanded for her money. Fingers harshly tugging at the ends of her hair. His voice yelling horrible things at her just to hear her speak back.

He couldn’t tell anyone how he was feeling either. Dating the chubby girl would cause him to lose whatever popularity he had obtained along with his pride and his gang. Their leader couldn’t be seen as the weak punk who decided to date the chubby girl from a poor family.

Jaemin sneered down at the blushing girl, taunting her loudly and Jeno watched her feeble attempt at hiding her face.

“Jaemin! Let’s go. Chubby over here isn’t worth our time,” Jeno called loudly, voice filled with authority that had Jaemin immediately moving away from the girl.

“Fine. But she owes us free meals for a week! Those clothes were expensive!” Jaemin whined.

He kissed his girlfriend's cheek and walked to the door to wait on the rest of the gang who were stuffing their last few fries in their mouths or finishing off their milkshakes.

“Let’s roll,” Jaemin called, a grin on his face.

Jeno shook his head at how fast the male changed perspectives. He grabbed his leather jacket off the back of his chair, sliding his arms into it and let it snap against his back.

The last few members finished their plates, leaving them on the table before grabbing their own jackets and following Jaemin out the door. Jeno took the end, stopping by the waitress on the floor.

“Maybe get some heels your fat feet can walk in, huh Dollface?” he sneered.

Her face flew red again and he rolled his eyes.

“And you should stop blushing. You look like a tomato. Vegetables aren’t attractive. Although it’s fitting. Tomatoes are plump.”

He walked out the door without another word, heart hammering painfully in his ears. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, but that was a problem. He couldn’t think chubby girls were beautiful. What would his friends think?

The loud purr of an engine met his ears and he sighed happily, most of his regret getting washed away, uprooted by the smell of motor oil and tires.

Jeno’s ride was a cherry red 1960 Harley-Davidson motorcycle with shiny silver wheels that didn’t match the rusted gas tank or muffler that Jeno was now saving to restore among other things. The black leather seat was slightly cracked from wear over the years and the breaks didn’t always work great. His headlight needed a new spark plug and the oil line leaked. Still, with all of these issues, he loved his bike. Each new issue gave him something to work on at night in his father's tiny little garage when all he wanted was grease on his chest and a wrench in his hand.

“Let’s go Jeno! I wanna ride!” Donghyuck moaned from his spot on his own bike, revving the engine with his right hand.

Jeno rolled his eyes at Donghyuck’s whining. Out of all of them, he was the one that loved traveling the most. They’d gone all the way up the coast the day they’d let Donghyuck lead them.

Jeno nodded and threw his leg over his bike, kicking the kick start lever and sighing happily as the bike roared to life beneath him. He pushed off his kickstand and allowed it to roll forward.

“Let’s go!” he called.

He rolled to the front of the group before revving the engine and turning onto the main road leaving the beachside snack shack behind.

~

When Jeno pulled into the driveway of his house, he parked his motorcycle beside his elder brother's black and gold Harley, letting the kickstand rest against the dirt driveway and dismounted..

He made his way into the house where his older brother, Jaehyun, was sitting alone in the living room flipping through channels.

Jeno’s heart hurt. All through the ride, he thought about (y/n) and the pained look in her eyes every time someone teased her. He knew it wasn’t right to bully her, especially for something as shallow as her weight or her clothes, but when the girls Jeno dated began mocking her, Jeno joined in, and pretty soon, she was alone. It hurt that Jeno could have stopped it. He could have kept her as a friend instead of ditching her, and now, here he was, hopelessly in love with the girl he bullied and too afraid to stand up to his friends out of fear that they would dump him.

“I have a problem,” he groaned, flopping down on the couch.

Jaehyun turned the small box television off and turned his attention to Jeno. Jeno rolled his head back on the plush green sofa and sighed.

“There’s this girl I like…” he started.

Jaehyun groaned in disinterest.

“So tell her. Not like you can’t get any girl. I heard you’re one of the kings of your class,” he replied.

Jeno whined. It was true. He could virtually have anyone he wanted, yet the one person he couldn’t have was the one he desired.

“I can’t. My friends wouldn’t approve and she’d never go for me… not after everything I’ve done,” he muttered hopelessly.

“Why do you care so much what your punk friends think? Do what you want, not what they want you to do.”

Jeno sighed. It wasn’t that easy and Jaehyun should know that.

“She’d never go out with me anyway and I can never tell her!” Jeno whined, hoping his brother would understand.

He was far too ashamed to come out and say exactly why she wouldn’t. “There’s girls that don’t like you?” Jaehyun asked, clearly shocked.

Jeno nodded sullenly.

“Just one…”

That seemed to make the links click in Jaehyun’s mind and Jeno wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“You don’t mean you like the poor girl you always bully, do you?”

So Jaehyun knew about that. No wonder his brother had grown distant since Jeno had started high school.

“Um… yes…” he mumbled.

Jaehyun shuffled around on the beige chair he was sitting on before one of his dirty socks was being chucked at Jeno’s head.

“Hey!” Jeno snapped.

“You don’t treat people like that! You and your friends are assholes! That poor girl won’t forgive you for what you’ve done to her!” Jaehyun yelled.

Jeno wanted to yell back, but he knew Jaehyun was right. He was an asshole.

“What do I do to get her to like me… I don’t know how to stop this mess…” he mumbled. Jaehyun groaned and grabbed the large remote, flipping the television back on.

“You make things right. Stop bullying the girl and apologize like you mean it. Even then, it may be too late,” Jaehyun answered before his attention was back into the heavy box television.

Jeno sighed. He knew his brother was right.

~

The next afternoon, Jeno pulled his motorcycle into the parking lot of the snack shack, parking alongside Jisungs rusting brown one he refused to let Jaemin or Jeno strip and repaint.

Jeno dismounted and walked into the shack. His friends were crowded around their usual table, talking loudly.

Jeno walked over to the table and slid into the booth beside Renjun.

“What’d I miss?” he asked.

Jaemin was cackling and fishing ice out of his soda glass.

“(y/n) is on our table today!” he smirked.

Jeno’s heart dropped. That meant they’d be extra cruel to her today and Jeno really couldn’t do anything to tell her or his friends how he felt. The universe must really hate him.

Jaemin got the ice out of his cola glass and held it in his palm, his faze shifting to where (y/n) was shuffling around in her red striped shirt and black pants, wearing those same yellow heels.

“What are you gonna-”

Jeno was cut off as Jaemin smirked and launched the ice cube across the table, getting enough air to fly across the room until it dived down into the low cut v-line of (y/n)’s striped shirt.

“Yes! 10 points!” Jaemin cheered loudly.

(y/n) squeaked at the sudden intrusion of ice, a sound that Jeno found oddly adorable, even if it wasn’t a good kind of squeak.

Her face flamed red and she hurried back to put her notepad down on the chef’s counter before moving back to their table.

“Can I get you guys anything else?” she asked, her voice having gone up an octave from embarrassment.

“I want a chocolate milkshake,” Renjun answered.

(y/n) jotted it down and moved to look at the rest.

“I want a burger that’s charred on one side, but not too charred. Don’t bring me burnt meat or I’ll make your fatass eat it,” Jaemin said.

Jeno sighed at his friend, shaking his head subtly.

“I want a burger with a dollop of ketchup and three pickles. Don’t you dare give me any more or less than three pickles,” Donghyuck ordered.

Jeno rolled his eyes. Donghyuck didn’t even like pickles.

She glanced at Jisung and Chenle, both who were contently sipping their cola’s and completely ignoring her existence, so, after scribbling down everyone else’s orders, she turned her eyes to Jeno.

“Coke with ten pieces of ice and a burger.”

(y/n) nodded, writing all of the information down and shuffled off to the counter again.

“Do we really have to be that mean to her? She looked like she was going to cry,” Renjun muttered.

Jaemin rolled his eyes.

Jeno nodded in agreement to Renjun. Her face was sullen and her eyes glistened with tears that hadn’t fallen. His heart sank at the thought that maybe something had happened at home or that their words had finally gotten to her. In all the time they’d been bullying her, she never once said anything much to them, and they’d never seen her cry.

“Do you think we should lay off her?” he suggested.

Donghyuck and Jaemin snorted at the same time.

“Why would we do that?” Donghyuck asked.

Jeno shook his head. His friends could be such assholes sometimes. They wouldn’t even stop for someone that seems to be almost crying, they just use it to play more games. More buttons to press.

“If you’re so worried, Jeno, go check on her,” Chenle challenged.

“Yeah, go check on her!” Jaemin cackled.

Jeno shook his head and sighed, getting out of the booth. He knew very well what they expected him to do, or at least, what they wanted him to do, but he didn’t know if he could take calling her names anymore. Not when it felt like his soul was screaming at him not to.

He didn’t have much of a choice as he made his way over to her, however. He couldn’t control what his friends wanted and what he was obligated to give.

He moved up behind her and while her back was turned, he brought his hand down hard on her butt as his friends cackled loudly from their table. Jeno’s ears burned in embarrassment and guilt. If his mother knew what he’d just done, she’d be dragging him out of the snack shack by his ear.

He didn’t really know what to expect from (y/n). What he didn’t expect however, was her body whirling around rapidly, her hand raising angrily, and the sharp stinging sensation across his cheek.

“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO YOU, AND YET ALL YOU ARE YOUR ASSHOLE BUDDIES WANNA DO IS BULLY ME! WELL PISS OFF! I DON’T NEED THIS!” she screamed.

Jeno’s eyes widened. This was new…

“YOU ARE A BUNCH OF PUNKASS BOYS WITH NOTHING BETTER TO DO, BUT I SWEAR THE NEXT TIME I HEAR A COMMENT ABOUT MY WEIGHT, CLOTHES, OR HAIR, OR ANYONE TOUCHEs ME, I WILL SHOVE MY FAT FOOT UP YOUR BUTTHOLE!” she screamed angrily.

The cackling from the table had stopped as the boys gaped at their waitress in shock.

“AND YOU IDIOTS CAN GET YOUR OWN DAMN BURGERS!”

The snack shack had gone deathly quiet. Jeno stood as still as a statue, face still stinging, but not quite as painful now. The outburst from this usually quiet and reserved girl shocked him to his very core, but it also made him feel worse. Sure, the ice throwing, name calling, and excessively stupid orders had added fuel to the fire, but it was Jeno’s action that had thrown her over the edge.

“I-I’m… sorry…” he stammered out.

“DON’T SAY SORRY TO ME AFTER THE HELL YOU’VE PUT ME THROUGH!” she screamed.

Jeno’s heart pounded in his chest and his eyes gazed at her fearfully.

“I think it’s time you go home, (y/n), calm down and come back tomorrow,” the owner of the snack shack said, walking out of his office.

(y/n) nodded and let out a sniffle. Jeno didn’t know when she’d started crying. She grabbed the bag the owner handed her before running out of the shack.

“And you, young man. You and your boys get out of my shack. You’re all banned for a week. Come back in here acting like that and you’ll be banned permanently,” he said, eyes fixed angrily on Jeno.

Jeno turned to look back at his gang and sighed, waving a hand for them all to follow.

~

After the incident, Jeno hadn’t felt much like going on a ride with the rest of the gang. They were all perfectly fine, cackling and talking about the outburst, but Jeno couldn’t stomach it. The way she’d screamed. How upset she’d looked. He was done being a bully. Now he just needed to figure out how to go from bully to courting her, if that were even possible.

He parked his bike beside Jaehyun’s again, happy to see his brother was home and not at the rusty body shop he worked at.

He ran into the house, taking the front steps two at a time, and when he was inside, he made his way to the room he shared with Jaehyun.

“I need to borrow your boombox!” he yelled at the male.

Jaehyun, clearly not expecting the sudden intrusion, jumped off the small bed, stuffing the adult rated magazine he’d been “reading” under his mattress. Jeno rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time to find ways to ruin Jaehyun’s relationship with his girlfriend or rat him out to their mother.

“I. need. Your. boom. Box!” he enunciated.

Jaehyun stared at him incredulously.

“Uh… Why?” he asked.

Jeno shook his head angrily and shoved past Jaehyun to siffle through his side of the room searching for the large, heavy, cassette playing boombox his brother had bought a month ago.

“I need it to fix my (y/n) situation!” Jeno explained as he searched.

Jaehyun groaned.

“Movies aren’t real! That won’t work!”

Jeno ignored him. The guy always showed up at the window of the girl he was hoping to impress and the girl always forgave him. It’d work. It had to.

Jeno grabbed the large boombox from beneath Jaehyun’s bed, groaning at the weight. He heard Jaehyun sigh.

“Good luck then.”

Jeno didn’t need it. This would work. It had to work.

~

The ride to (y/n)’s house had proven to be a bit difficult as he struggled to hold the boombox against him. The box was large and heavy, with a small cassette player at the top that already had his chosen tape resting inside it.

The trip over was one of many stops and repositionings in an attempt not to drop the box that could very well make everything alright. He could just imagine her grinning in glee and running down to meet him, forgiving him for everything he’d ever done to hurt her.

By the time he got to her house, dusk was falling. He had maybe ten minutes before darkness engulfed the sky. Ten minutes in which he’d be tasked with making everything better.

He moved around the side of the common two story house and found (y/n)’s window easily. She appeared to be dancing to the music playing from the vinyl record player he could almost see perched by the window. It brought a smile to his lips. She looked so happy and carefree.

He could watch her all night, but he was here for a reason. He had to apologize for everything he’d ever done and confess.

He found a rock likely from her driveway by her window in the grass and picked it up. It was only one so he had to make it count.

He pressed play on the cassette player portion of the boombox and ‘It’s sad to belong’ came flowing out melodically from the speakers.

”Met you on a springtime day,”

He threw the rock hard against her window, flinching as he heard the rock bounce off. He was surprised it hadn’t broken the window.

”You were mindin’ your life and I was mindin’ mine too. The window opened and Jeno’s heart hammered in his chest.

“(y/f/n) (y/l/n)! I am so in love with you it hurts. I am so sorry for everything I’ve ever done to hurt you! All the bullying. All the teasing. I’m so sorry. You’re not fat or ugly! You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen! I just couldn’t show it! But I don’t care what my friends think! I love you! I want to be with you! I want to court you! Please forgive me!” he pleaded, not giving the girl a chance to say anything.

When he finished speaking, the song was nearing an end and his body was shaking. The girl looked almost close to tears again and Jeno grew hopeful that in any second, she’d run downstairs and jump into his arms.

“Yes it’s sad to belong to someone else when the right one comes along.”

“You love me huh? Well you have a funny way of showing it,” she sneered.

The window slammed shut and the drapes were immediately dropped, leaving Jeno alone in the darkness of the evening, his hopes dashed across the grass.

He’d waited too long to apologize.

[tsarisfanfiction]

Tremor V

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: On the Teen/Mature border Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: Gordon Tracy, Scott Tracy, Kayo Kyrano, The Hood

Part 5 of my contribution to Hear from @gumnut-logic‘s SensorySunday challenge. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

WASP!Gordon is fun.  WASP!Gordon also took my plans for this chapter and derailed them spectacularly.  We’re back around part 3 levels of violence; some torture and gun use in this part.

Each brother was one with his respective Thunderbird.  It made sense; each Thunderbird had been built specifically for them, after all.  Their hope, their determination, desperation whenever they went out on a mission, to save another family a tragedy shone through Tracy and machine equally.  Today was the first day Gordon had set foot in Thunderbird Four thrumming with suppressed anger; she’d responded in kind, an emotion unsuited to a rescue machine but mirrored all the same.

And Gordon was angry. He was furious, grip on the controls firmer than normal as his Thunderbird pushed through the water.  EOS had given them a starting point, but it had been another agonising forty-eight hours before his connections at WASP had located the Hood’s monstrosity – such a thing should never be in the air, let alone contaminating the world’s oceans – and a plan of attack had been formed.

The ocean was Gordon’s domain.  Outside the windows, murky shapes kept pace with his submarine; the ocean was WASP’s domain, too, and WASP took offence to the Hood’s presence.  The fact that one of the accompanying submarines was the same one Gordon had served on as an officer, manned by that very same crew, was just an added bonus.

Behind him Kayo shifted, International Rescue’s own security agent too agitated to remain still in the confined cockpit of Thunderbird Four.  They hadn’t exchanged any words since Thunderbird Two had dropped them off to the south of Iceland, Virgil trying one last argument to come with them rather than remain on standby.  The blanch when Gordon had offered him a gun had been enough to defeat that argument.

This was a rescue, but it wasn’t one in International Rescue’s domain, despite the presence of Thunderbird Four.  Unarmed civilians like his brother would be nothing more than a liability.  Gordon didn’t want to use the gun stowed safely in his baldric, but if that was what it came to, he would.  Kayo had equally declined a gun, but she was more dangerous without one.  No-one would dare consider her an unarmed civilian.

Up ahead, the Hood’s ship loomed, and Gordon allowed him a brief moment of Scott’s in there before calling on his military mindset and letting it settle over him, pushing detrimental emotions to the back of his mind.

Get in.  Locate the hostage.  Get out.  Do not engage with hostiles unnecessarily.

Behind him Thunderbird Shadow’s pilot stilled, her breathing carefully regulated and even as she slipped into her own professional mask.  There was too much at stake for careless mistakes.

Latching onto another craft was second nature, Thunderbird Four designed to pull off that exact trick, and he slipped under the belly of the craft, locating the airlock.  WASP carried on past, surrounding the machine with loaded missiles at the ready if it tried to escape.  Only one submarine stayed behind – Gordon’s old one, with men he knew and trusted.

The boarding party was small.  WASP paperwork indicated they’d been selected by their Commander.  That Commander had once worked with Gordon during his days in service and selected the names Gordon picked.  They all convened at the airlock, nudging it open with practised ease and slipping inside.

What was a mass of junk on the outside was a refined interior, better at home in a billionaire’s private yacht than a criminal’s lair.  Polished floorboards with plush rugs, more than likely all obtained through less-than-legal means, greeted them as they edged forwards.  From here it was all luck; they had no plan of the interior, no other known ship to compare to for even the vaguest idea.

Gordon gave the order to advance, a sharp hand gesture they all heeded instantly.  Kayo, hurriedly drilled through the basics of WASP’s signals once it became apparent it would be a joint operation, stuck close to him. Around them, there was the hum of life support, muted but audible in the silence.  Lights buzzed almost silently overhead, suspended with decorative shades rather than the bare-bones of a typical submarine.  Beneath their feet, the plush rugs muffled any and all footsteps, and it was with guns in hand that the team cautiously proceeded.

“Hey!”

They spotted the masked person the same moment they saw them and following the brief the two front-most aquanauts reacted, dragging them down before they could flee or raise an alarm. Whoever it was, they were naïve and sloppy, and their resistance was flimsy at best.  Outnumbered and unprepared, they were down in seconds.

An empty bottle dropped to the floor, bouncing off the floorboards with a dull thunk before rolling onto the rug and remaining still.  Gordon narrowed in on it immediately, padding forwards and trusting his companions to keep watch on the area as he scooped it up.  Droplets of clear liquid trailed down the inside. Helmeted, Gordon couldn’t catch a scent, but it seemed most likely to be water.

Why was their now-unconscious opponent carrying around an empty water bottle?  He gestured his intentions to check the alcove they’d appeared from, and immediately Kayo and two others were with him as the others kept the area secure.

A plain white door greeted him, firmly shut.  Faint thudding and an accompanying unrecognisable sound were barely audible from the other side. Gordon turned his attention to the access panel beside it and withdrew a little present from John and EOS.  Barely a fraction of the AI’s processing code – not enough for her consciousness to be within it – it was enough to have the door unlocked and opening in seconds.

The room was not large, but it didn’t need to be.  A thrashing, flailing body was chained to a table, mouth open in a soundless scream. Behind him, Kayo made to step forward but Gordon threw an arm to stop her, tearing his eyes from the scene to survey the rest of the room.  No-one there.

Satisfied, he firmly gestured for Kayo to guard the door and edged in, taking one last check around for unwelcome surprises, before he let the military ebb away slightly and all but ran to his brother’s side.

Relief at finding him was fleeting at best.  Electric sparks were flying around each of the shackles, providing an immediate answer for Scott’s distress, and Gordon grit his teeth, looking for the source. A small black box, tucked under the foot of the table, caught his attention and he didn’t waste time looking for the off switch.  Muffler on his gun, he took aim and fired.  Sparks fizzed around the hole, but the low hum of electricity stopped, and Gordon holstered the weapon, attention solely on his brother.

Scott was pale, washed out beyond anything that could be considered remotely healthy.  His eyes were open, but it was clear he wasn’t looking at anything, the usual sharp blue muted and dulled as his chest heaved, mouth open for air.  Brown hair was dishevelled and matted, wet and plastered to his face, some droplets of water still running down his cheeks.

Gordon wasted no time in picking the locks of the shackles, noticing irregular spasms in his muscles and bruised fingers at unnatural angles, and the carefully suppressed anger bubbled below the surface.  Scott came first, but if the Hood showed his face before they’d left, Gordon had a bullet with his name on it.

How dare he do this to his brother.  Gordon was under no illusions that Scott’s five days with the madman had been any different to what he’d just witnessed, and there was a part of him very relieved to find him still alive.

The shackles fell away to show burnt and bleeding skin beneath.  Gordon touched one still-twitching arm gently and Scott’s head rolled away from him with a barely-there noise, arm flinching minutely.

Gordon wanted to take his time, reassure Scott he wasn’t going to hurt him – while mentally deciding what, exactly, he was going to do to the Hood if he made the mistake of appearing – but a muffled gunshot still made a noise, and from outside the room he could hear a small commotion.

“Hold on, Scott,” he murmured as he ran a quick assessment for any damage that would make moving him ill-advised, appalled but unsurprised at the lack of clothing.  He tossed the small cloth that was present to one side, damp and rubbing the sensitive skin beneath it raw, determined that moving Scott wouldn’t kill him, and scooped him into his arms.

Scott was taller than him by some margin, but whether it was Gordon’s determination to get him out of there or a drastic loss of weight during captivity, lifting him was barely more strenuous than if it were Alan.  Gordon pushed the thought away to be dealt with once they were safe.

“We’re out of here,” he said curtly to Kayo, who nodded without turning around – although Gordon’ didn’t miss the look out of the corner of her eye, or the harder set of her jaw – and advanced into the corridor.

They didn’t wait for WASP – with International Rescue’s primary objective in Gordon’s arms, their aims now differed as the military moved into the second phase of the operation: capture the Hood.  Former comrades offered him little more than a nod of the head as they passed, keeping their passage to the airlock clear before joining the advance ahead, but Gordon ignored them.  Scott wasn’t reacting to being moved, limp and unseeing in his arms, and the sooner they got him off the ship, the better.

They’d need to swim to Thunderbird Four.  It was barely any distance to the closest airlock on the small submarine, ten metres at most, but Gordon couldn’t be sure Scott was conscious enough to hold his breath.

“Go,” he said to Kayo. “Get the stretcher ready.”  She gave Scott a concerned look before nodding and launching herself out of the ship.  Gordon didn’t watch her go; instead he knelt and propped Scott up against his legs, supporting him with one arm while the other hand dug out the rebreather.  “Just a quick swim,” he promised his brother, pressing it to cover his mouth and nose.

Immediately, Scott reacted, lurching away from the equipment and almost falling sideways.  Gordon clung to him tighter, hushing him as he moved his head from side to side, blue eyes wide with terror.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he soothed, heart constricted at the sight of his strong big brother reduced to blindly thrashing with trembling muscles barely under his control.  “It’s just until we get to Four, I promise.  Come on, Scotty.  I can’t get you out of here without it.”  His words had no effect, and he brushed Scott’s hair back, desperate. “It’s me, Scotty.  Gordon.  I’m getting you out of here.  It’s just a rebreather.  Just like when you used to fly fighter jets,” he promised.  He couldn’t use a tranquiliser, not when they had no idea what Scott had been dropped with originally, or what might have been used since.

There were footsteps approaching, heavy enough to be heard even though plush rug.  Not WASP.

“Come on, Scott,” he pleaded quietly. “You can do it.  Twenty seconds, that’s all.  Twenty seconds and you’ll be safe in Thunderbird Four.”  Scott stilled and he cautiously tried again, only for his brother to panic again as soon as it came into contact with his face.

The footsteps were getting closer.

“Please, Scott,” he hissed. “Please!”

Step.  Step.  Step. Gordon dropped the rebreather and went for his gun, turning and firing a shot as a man came into view.

There was a cry of pain and the helmetless man dropped to the floor, hands around the hole in his leg.

“Another Tracy,” he hissed, eyes a green-yellow and glaring daggers at him.  Scott flinched violently at the voice, and Gordon pulled him closer protectively with the hand not holding the gun trained on the other man.

Gordon hadn’t watched the old footage as obsessively as some of his brothers, but even he recognised the man in front of him.  Scott’s reaction was unnecessary confirmation, and his finger squeezed the trigger again. Again.  Again.

One bullet hit the Hood’s other leg.  The other two found his shoulders, the Hood jerking back with each hit and Gordon levelled the barrel at the bald head as the man screamed hoarsely.

“That was four bullets,” he said coldly as pained yet furious eyes found his and widened at the barrel still aimed towards them.  “You had him five days.”

He pulled the trigger.

Part VI