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joeyfranchise · 3 months ago

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𝟙𝟚 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕔-𝕞𝕒𝕤: 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖

secret santa

boyfriend!joe x fem!reader

NSFW! MDNI! bulleted blurb about going to a christmas party & playing secret santa with joe and his friends… but he has to give you his best gift at home ;) (warnings included unprotected p in v, the usual shebang.)

you had to ask joe THREE TIMES if the party you were meant to be attending for christmas was playing white elephant or secret santa

he assured you it was secret santa but you were confused because you didn’t know who you’d be shopping for

AND CHRISTMAS WAS ONLY A WEEK AWAY???

sure, they were his friends & yours… but a little extra time might’ve been nice…

although, gift giving was one of your outward love languages

FINALLLY you met up with everyone and drew names

but now you only had FOUR DAYS to shop ?? FOUR. ??

alright. you’ve got this though, right??

luckily you got one of your closest friends, so buying for her would be a piece of cake

OR SO YOU THOUGHT

now of course, so close to the holiday… every storE WAS PACKED

but you were on a mission

you knew your girl like the back of your hand sO

this was gonna be easy

at the first store you visited you got her a candle, palo santo and orange scented

cuz she needed cleansing energy in her life rn

at the second store you grabbed her some comfy socks, a thick knitted blanket, and some cute sparkly pink lipgloss

you had to REALLY TRY not to go overboard

the last few things you got her were

2 new books, a new travel mug, some packets of hot chocolate, and FINALLY

a dainty silver paperclip bracelet

you fixed it all up in a basket and you were SO EXCITED to give it to her at the party

the only thing bothering you now was

you didn’t know who joe got

and he WOULD NOT tell you

and you couldn’t find anything around the house

OR IN HIS CAR

and you were afraid that 1. he wasn’t getting anyone anything

or 2. HE GOT YOU and he was being super sneaky

it bothered you for DAYS

literally up until the party

because here you and joe are, headed to the party, your gift is loaded up and

joe has nothing

he didn’t bring a SINGLE thing with him

you tried to play it cool, you knew he was watching you squirm over it

whatever. it’s okay. right?? RIGHT??

anyways. you made it to the party and joe came around the car to let you out like the gentleman he is

“you look beautiful, baby.” he says, kissing your cheek

and you’re like THAT’S RICH

cuz on top of him apparently not having a present

he also hasn’t BEEN PRESENT really all week

not in a bad way… just a little distant. there’s a lot going on but… you just missed him

you thanked him softly and he grabbed your gift, heading in to the party

inside it was decorated so beautifully from top to bottom, you were in awe of what your friends had put together

you placed your gift in the designated area and then eagerly jumped into the festivities

joe started talking to the guys as you and the girls finished plating food and decorating baked goods

you all ate and then played a few games, you were happy the party was pretty low-key

and then FINALLY

it was time for the secret santa reveal

you watched everyone with joy as they all loved their gifts and you were even MORE ecstatic when your bestie opened hers

she gave you the worlds BIGGEST HUG and peck on the cheek when she thanked you

but

there was one problem

you didn’t get a gift

i mean it tracks right??? if joe got you then

maybe he was waiting? because he’s your boyfriend so like. he got you gifts anyways

you searched the room until you found his eyes, locking yours with his

he cocked his head, nodding over his right shoulder in a “come on, let’s go” gesture

you excused yourself from your friends and met him by the doorway

he led you to the kitchen and out the sliding glass doors

the backyard was decorated beautifully as well, fairy lights hung from the tiny gazebo and the patio even had a miniature christmas tree

joe closed the door behind you and you hugged yourself in your sweater as the cold air bit at you

he was sTARING you down

“you okay, joe?” you question, watching as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth

“i’m okay. are you?”

you nod your head yes but - you know joe knows you better than anyone

“are you upset? obviously you know by now i was your secret santa.” he says, taking a step toward you

his gaze on you was soft, but still commanding

your knees were weAK

“yeah, but it’s okay joey. i mean, i figured you already had gifts for me or something so… i’m not worried about it.”

but you were lying

AND HE KNEW IT

because really you just wanted to open gifts with all your friends

and you knew joe wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you on purpose but

it was kinda giving you fomo and that sucked the most

joe took another step toward you, his hand reaching out to caress the back of your arm

“do you think i’m a jerk?” he asks, smiling softly

“no, of course not!” you tell him. you were a little sad but

nothing detrimental

“i have a gift for you.”

your eyes widen at his confession and the gap between you is finally closed as he takes the last step toward you

and then he kiSSES YOU

oh shIT

joe pulls away slowly and tells you to close your eyes

when he tells you to open them—

he’s. on his knee

in front of you

oh fuck is he—

OH FUCK IS HE????

“y/n, since i met you, my life has changed for the better in so many ways. i couldn’t ask for someone better in my corner, and i wouldn’t want anyone else to be there for me in the hard moments. you’ve sacrificed so much for me and for this relationship and for that i can never truly repay you.”

yOU’RE CRYING

FULL ON UGLY CRY

“there’s nobody on this planet i’d rather spend the rest of my life with and i don’t wanna waste another second. will you marry me?”

WILL YOU!?

OF COURSE YOU WILL OF COURSE YOU WILL OF COURSE YOU WILL

wait use your words .. hE can’t read your mind

choking back a sob you answer him… “yes, joe. i’ll marry you. i can’t wait to be by your side for the rest of our lives.”

meanwhile you’re full on sobbing and sniffling while speaking to him

joe slips the beautiful ring on your finger before kissing it

he stands and pulls you into a tight hug and oH

is… is he crying too? a lil?

you both pull back slightly so you can see each others faces and you both wipe your tears away before sharing a sweet kiss

“we should go back in for a sec.” joe says

but you’re… SUSPICIOUS

and for good reason apparently

when you get back in EVERYONE CHEERS

THEY’RE POPPING CHAMPAGNE

and you’re crying again because joe did such a great job planning this and WOW

everyone hugs you and wishes you love and happiness and

you are OVERWHELMED??? in a good way

joe grabs his gift that he received before coming over to you and getting your attention

he leans down and whispers in your ear, “let’s leave a lil early. i have one more surprise at home.”

and SMIRKS

oh you know what the surprise is

you say your goodbyes to everyone and practically RUN to the car, buckling up and waiting eagerly for joe to get in and take you home

you and joe are both so giddy in the car, you can’t stop bouncing your leg

he reaches over and grabs your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze

at the stoplight he leans over and kisses you tenderly

and you’re like joE FLOOR IT I NEED YOU

when you get home you aren’t sure if the car or garage are locked or anything and you don’T CARE

as soon as you’re inside joe’s mouth is on yours, your back is pressed to the wall

you can’t take your hands or mouths off each other

he trails open mouthed kisses down your neck and over your collarbones as he pulls your sweater off

then he unclasps your bra, leaving your chest exposed to his mouths teasing attack

you start taking his shirt off as well, scratching your nails over his shoulder blades as his mouth continues to roam over your body

his lips find yours again soon and tHEN

SUDDENLY

you’re being carried to the bedroom and tOSSED onto the bed

joe quickly undresses himself, his cock springing up against his stomach immediately

he then pulls your pants and panties off in one quick motion before crawling on the bed over you

you’re soaked at this point, you need him so bad

he slides his hand between your legs and uses the pads of his fingers to spread your wetness around

“this all for me?” he asks, pulling his hand away and admiring how your slick glistens on his fingers

“yes, joe, fuck.” you mutter, ready for him to fill you

luckily tonight isn’t about teasing or dragging it out

the pure unadulterated need between you both already has you panting as joe strokes himself a few times before finally spreading your legs more and entering you

you’d think by now you’d be used to the size but —

after a few seconds of adjusting he slowly pulls back before thrusting back in

so. tantalizingly. slowly.

you can see his plan is to completely unravel you

iT’S WORKING

your nails scratch at his head and his lips find yours again

you make no attempt to cover your moans as joe continues to fuck into you slowly

he’s moaning too, the hand that isn’t holding him up is roaming the expanse of your exposed skin

the calloused pads of his fingers explore your skin and every brush over your sensitive areas causes you chills

his name falls from your lips like a mantra

all you know is joe, all you ever want to know is joe

he’s moaning your name too, blissed out expressions take over his features

you know you aren’t far from your orgasm, you can feel it sparking over over your skin, the pleasure rolls off you in waves

“joe… i’m—“ you warn, but he knows

“me too.”

you come at the same time. gasps and moans and the sounds of your breathing fill the room as your orgasm rolls over your body

it feels like an ocean wave the way it sucks you under, like tide is throwing you around

pleasure overrides all your senses in the best way

“you with me, baby?” joe asks, concerned eyes raking over your features

“i’m here.” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss

he pulls out of you and rolls over, pulling your body into his

“that was amazing, you’re amazing. that you for today.” you tell him, burying your head into his chest

“you’re amazing, baby.” he assures, kissing your forehead gently

“i can’t wait to make you mrs. burrow.”

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whereslynx · 5 months ago

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Hey love could u do one where it takes place at the santo party where Rubi is rapping and when he says “I didn’t wanna come tonight but spooky made me come” and everyone starts ooooing could u have the reader be like mmhh he makes me cum too and she’s just drunk and he does that lil smirk of his 😩

a/n: HAHAHAHAHAH SURREEEEE. had to leave out the breaking of the truce part for the sake of reader and spooky’s moments🤭

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The Santos backyard was packed with people, the dim glow of string lights casting a warm, hazy atmosphere over the party. The music was loud, rattling through the speakers that were set up near the patio, and the mix of laughter, chatter, and shouting filled the air. The grill had long since been abandoned, now just a pile of cold charcoal, but the drinks kept flowing, and the energy of the night was still high.

You leaned back against the fence, sipping on a half-full cup of whatever beer was left in the cooler, feeling the alcohol buzzing pleasantly in your system. The backyard had become a familiar scene for you, ever since you started coming to these Santos parties with Oscar—better known to the world as Spooky. As his girl, you fit in with the crew, earning your place among them with the same loyalty and respect that he demanded from everyone else.

Ruby, always the life of the party, had set himself up in the center of the yard, rapping loud enough to get a crowd of hyped Santos around him, cheering him on. He was in rare form tonight, spitting bars and dropping jokes, making everyone double over in laughter. You’d been keeping an eye on him while chilling near the back with your drink, watching the way the group circled around him, hanging on to his every word. Spooky and you had known Mario for quite some time, and when Spooky respected someone, you respected them too. So, you tended to make sure to make sure Ruby was okay.

“Man, I didn’t even wanna come tonight,” Ruby slurred, his voice dripping with playful theatrics as he paused, a sly grin forming. “But Spooky made me come!”

The crowd lost it, howling with laughter and nudging each other. You glanced over at Oscar, who was leaning against the edge of the patio, his back to the house, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. He hadn’t been paying much attention, but the second Ruby dropped his name, you saw that signature smirk pull at the corner of his lips.

Caught up in the energy of the moment and the alcohol swirling in your veins, you didn’t even think twice before loudly blurting out, “Mmmhmm… he makes me cum too!”

For a second, the backyard went dead quiet, your words hanging in the air. Then the entire crowd exploded in laughter, even louder than before, doubling over as they howled and jeered. Some of the Santos started hollering, “Ayyy!” while others slapped their knees and gave you looks of pure disbelief, like they couldn’t believe what just came out of your mouth.

You stood there, trying to hold back your own laughter, knowing full well that your face was probably flushed from both the alcohol and the sudden attention. Ruby nearly dropped the mic, cracking up so hard he had to lean on one of the guys for support.

“That’s it! She wins tonight!” someone yelled from the group, fanning their face as they kept laughing.

You caught Oscar’s eye from across the yard. He pushed off the wall, his dark eyes gleaming with that quiet, confident amusement that made your heart race every time. The smirk on his face deepened, and he slowly shook his head, like he couldn’t believe you just said that in front of everyone. But he wasn’t mad—not even close. He was proud.

As the laughter around you finally started to die down, Oscar made his way through the crowd, the air shifting as people automatically moved out of his way, giving him space. The backyard felt smaller with him walking toward you, his intense gaze never leaving yours. He stopped in front of you, his hand sliding around your waist as he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear.

“Drunk, huh?” Oscar murmured, his voice dropping low, the teasing note unmistakable as it rumbled through his chest. His eyes flickered with amusement, a playful glint dancing behind the calm façade he usually wore. He leaned in just a little closer, his breath warm against your ear, making your skin tingle in the cool night air.

You tilted your head up toward him, unable to hide the grin that spread across your face. The warmth in his tone mixed with the steady heat from his body pressed against yours, filling you with a familiar, comfortable feeling—like everything in the world was just right when you were with him.

“Maybe a little,” you replied with a soft laugh, shrugging as if it wasn’t obvious from your flushed cheeks and the slightly unsteady way you leaned into him. You could feel the buzz still coursing through you, the drinks from earlier making your thoughts hazy but pleasant. But more than anything, it was the closeness to him, the feel of his arm around you, that had your heart beating just a little faster.

Oscar’s smirk deepened, his hand still resting on your waist as his thumb brushed lazily against your skin through the fabric of your shirt. He tilted his head, giving you that look—half amused, half proud, like he enjoyed seeing you this way, all soft and carefree in his arms. The backyard lights cast a faint glow around you both, the laughter and chatter of the party fading into the background. In this moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.

“Just a little, huh?” he teased, his voice velvet-soft now, almost daring you to admit more. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the way his eyes searched your face, lingering on your lips for a beat longer than usual, told you he was enjoying every second.

You let out another laugh, the sound light and carefree. “Okay, maybe more than a little,” you confessed, leaning into him fully, feeling safe in his hold, like you could be completely yourself here with him, no judgment, no pressure. Just you, him, and the night stretching out before you.

Oscar chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. He pulled you in closer, ignoring the lingering stares and whispers from the crowd. You were used to this, the way everyone watched when the two of you were together. Spooky wasn’t the kind of guy anyone expected to see soft or affectionate in public, but here he was, holding you like you were the only one who mattered.

“Alright, alright, I don’t know how I’m gon’ top that off,” Rubi finally called out, still laughing. “But I wanna give something back. DJ, spin that shit!”

The crowd roared in agreement, a few of them still wiping tears of laughter from their eyes, and you couldn’t help but join in. The party would go on with Ruby’s rapping ringing in your ears, but after a moment like that, it was clear you had just made your mark on the night.

Oscar pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes gleaming with that familiar mix of mischief and amusement. The smirk playing on his lips never wavered, a subtle curve that made your heart skip a beat. “You good?” he asked, his voice dropping lower, just for you to hear. His tone was soft, intimate, cutting through the buzz of the party like it was your own little world.

You met his gaze, the warmth of his hand still resting on your waist, and nodded, the thrill of the moment still coursing through you. Your pulse raced, not just from the alcohol but from the way Oscar looked at you—as if nothing else in the world mattered. “I’m good,” you replied, the words escaping with a breathless laugh, still riding the high of your bold declaration.

Oscar’s smirk deepened, and his hand tightened slightly around your waist, pulling you closer for a brief second. It was that protective, almost possessive gesture that sent a spark through you, grounding you in the chaotic energy of the backyard. He didn’t have to say much—he never did—but the look he gave you, filled with pride and amusement, told you everything. He was impressed.

“Good,” he murmured again, his voice smooth as silk. With one last squeeze of your waist, he gently guided you away from the center of the action, his arm draped casually around your shoulders. You fit perfectly against his side, the heat of his body a comforting contrast to the cool night air.

As the two of you made your way back toward the patio, the music kicked up again, louder this time, as if to reclaim the space after the brief pause of the crowd. The backyard was alive with noise and laughter, people picking up where they left off, but there was a noticeable shift in the energy. You could still hear the echoes of their reactions, those playful, teasing calls of “Ayyy!” that followed you even as you walked away. It seemed like no one could quite let go of the moment you had just created, and every so often, someone would nudge their friend, sending another round of knowing laughs your way.

You didn’t mind. In fact, you wore their attention like a badge of honor. You had been the one to steal the spotlight tonight, and judging by the lingering grins and whispers around you, it wasn’t something they would forget anytime soon.

Oscar led you to a quieter corner near the patio, away from the crowd but still within the pulsing heartbeat of the party. His arm stayed securely around you, his thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles on your shoulder, a silent but intimate gesture that made you feel like the two of you were in sync with each other. Even though the laughter and chatter of the Santos continued around you, in that moment, it was just you and him.

As the night went on, people continued to pass by with playful smirks or lighthearted comments, reminding you that you had left your mark on the night. But each time, Oscar just pulled you closer, his quiet presence reminding everyone that while you may have been the one to steal the show, you were his—and that was the real reason you stood out tonight.

And you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, knowing that no matter how wild things got at these parties, at the end of the day, you were with the one who made you feel like the only person in the room.

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transit-fag · 1 year ago

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George Santos has been expelled from the house of representatives for mismanagement of campaign funds

#us politics

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ravennaortiz · 6 months ago

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Eyes

Request for @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog from the posty request. As always 18+!

Angel swallowed hard as your pretty eyes bore into his. It was as if time had stopped. Just you and him, everyone else disappearing into the background. His thumb caressed your jaw line, eyes never leaving yours. He was in a trance unable to look away. This wasn’t the first time in all your years of friendship you guys had made eye contact. It was the first time it felt so magnetic though. He swallowed hard as a small voice in his head worried that this would change things. No going back from here. That’s what he wanted though right?

*Flashbacks*

You were eleven when you first met the Reyes brothers. Your family had just moved to Santo Padre from Lodi, well your family minus you’re dad. Mrs. Reyes had brought over a welcome to the neighborhood basket. Her and your mother had chatted on the back porch with coffee for a bit. You had sat sulking on the stairs. You missed your home, your friends, and your tire swing in the big tree out front. This would never be your home. You were crying when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Looking up you met the worried eyes of a boy a little older than you that you would later learn was Angel Reyes. That moment sent you two careening down a path, your fates forever to be intertwined, you just didn’t know it then.

A year later violence snuck in through an unlocked window. This would come to be the night that no one spoke of ever again. You’re mother was beaten unconsciousness and you had broken your arm jumping out of your bedroom window. Adrenaline pumping you had sprinted across your yard and hurled yourself over the fence. You couldn’t remember what happened after that, everything went black until the next day.

Angel though remembered. It was a night burned into his memory. Screams of terror ripping him from a dead sleep. His first thought a wild animal but glancing out his window he saw you tumble from a window. He was up in an instant yelling for his pops as he sprinted through the house. He caught you as you came over the fence. Your eyes meeting his. Wild, unseeing and huge with fright. You screamed yourself into unconsciousness. He was so wrapped up in keeping you safe the gun shots didn’t even register with him until years later. You didn’t know it then but Angel made a vow to make sure no boy or man ever hurt you again.

Present Day

Staring into Angels eyes your mind drifted back to what you had said to EZ and Coco a couple weeks ago. I'm just lookin' for the right one. But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me. They had shared a look that you had ignored then. Looking back now you realized they knew. Truth be told you did too. The right one had been by you all along. He stood six three, was well muscled with tattoos and a beard. The right one who had had the decency to let you go through as many wrong ones as you needed too.

You ran your hands up his jean clad thighs. Your smile widening into a smirk when you felt him tense and heard his breath hitch. He licked his lips as he moved his thumb to trace along your lips. You darted your tongue out to kitten lick it making him arch a brow. Neither of you had seen this coming when he had suggested leaving the clubhouse after hours of partying. “Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck. Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck” he had sang off key at you as he slung an arm around your shoulders. You had laughed as you stumbled slightly but nodded. The two of you had playfully danced your way out of the clubhouse to begin your long walk to his house.

*Flashback*

“Let’s go” commanded an all too familiar voice. You sighed as your eyes flew open meeting with your best friends brown eyes. The guy you had been making out with on a car hood quickly detaching from you. “She’s a bit young for you. Say goodbye cause you two are done.” Stated Angel ignoring your attempt to interrupt. His arm was on your pulling you off as he shook his head. For some reason the guy you had been kissing decided to get brazen. “Sorry man. Didn't know that was your girl when she gave me top” he called with a snicker as he high fived one of his friends who had joined him.

The flash of anger darkened Angel’s eyes to almost coal black. It silenced any retort you had. That night ended with you both in a cop car for the first time, but only one of you in cuffs. Every time after that the excuse of “I had some help. It aint like I could make this kind of mess all by myself.” Would tumble from both your lips when you were bailed out by his pops.

Present Day

Angel wouldn’t admit it, he was nervous, even if you already knew it. You could read him like a book. You two kept nothing from each other. Well except for maybe one thing but that seemed like it was coming to light. The feel of your tongue against his thumb however brief had his heartrate speeding up. Carefully he pressed his thumb against your lower lip. You were quick to part your lips and suck on just the tip making him groan. His eyes on yours even as he felt your hands rub higher on his thighs. His jeans starting to tent.

You sucked and licked the tip of Angels thumb gently. Giving him time to process what was happening. The two of you going slow and testing the waters. Neither one wanting to push the other past what they truly wanted. You kept your eyes locked on his, like so many times before that was the only way you two had to speak.

*Flashback*

You were seventeen when a college age guy was hitting on you and following you. Your eyes had briefly met Angels in passing as he worked on his bike. That was all that was needed for Angel to act.

You were nineteen when you gave him puppy dog eyes. He had rolled his but handed you a helmet and scooted back on his bike. Letting you drive him up and down the main strip. You would hit him with that same look when he was finally a patched member of the Mayans. You wanted to tag along, find yourself a real man, you had teased. He had sighed heavily and told you to no. Later that night he had come roaring up your driveway and met not your eyes but your mothers. He had nodded at the warning he saw there before she called you down.

Over the years the two of you would always have full conversations without a word being said. When EZ went to prison and Marisol was killed. When Angel ended up locked up, when he showed up with a strung out Coco and you helped him with him. When your heart was broken, when the guy you were dating threatened to shoot you.

Present Day

As well as you two were able to communicate with just your eyes, words were needed before anything further happened. Your hands were on his belt buckle when Angel finally spoke. “Wait” he whispered as he swallowed hard. Your hands stilled, lips still wrapped around the tip of his thumb as you waited for him to continue.

Angel took a deep breath as he pulled his thumb from your mouth and cupped your face gently. “I don’t want to mess this up. I want…..I want to be together. I’m not looking for just sex with you” he stated his eyes boring into you as he held your face in both hands now. “I love you”.

“I love you too Angel. I want forever with you” you replied lowly before grinning mischievously. “Should have started this conversation before I got on my knees in your bedroom and you put your thumb in my mouth” you teased making Angel shake his head and laugh. “That's the thing about love, it's gonna do what it do” replied Angel making you laugh.

“Don’t quote Post Malone at me or I’ll have to get up and leave.” You replied as you took your hands off his belt buckle and moved to stand.

“Now now now. Let’s not be hasty” replied Angel as he pulled you on top of him on the bed. You bent your head to kiss him and laughed as he quickly flipped you over. “Keep your eyes on mine baby” whispered Angel as his hands slid under your skirt. That night Angel made love to you for the first but not the last time.

Two years later

“Keep your eyes on mine baby” stated Angel as he held your hand and wiped your forehead. “You’ve got this mama” he stated as he kissed your cheek as you squeezed his hand as another contraction ripped through you.

“I think she has your eyes” stated Angel as he cradled your little girl for the first time. Once again he found himself entranced with a pair of beautiful eyes.

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elswifee · 2 years ago

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Games

Pairing: Toxic!ellie x fem!reader

Warnings: drug!use, alcohol!use, toxic!ellie, mean!ellie, dumb!reader, smut, strong language, scissoring, f!ngering (r and ellie )

Summary: you never really new what you were to ellie. I mean she treated you like a girlfriend, but wouldn't at the same time. You got pretty annoyed with that, so you decided to play a dangerous game with her.

You were getting ready to head out to a party at your cousins house. You were applying a coat of lipgloss when ellie walked in. She is wearing a black button up with short sleeves, revealing her many tattoos, and some washed out jeans.

She shamelessly checked you out, the way your black dress hugged your body so perfectly. Ellie then came up behind you, kissing your shoulder.

"Sweetheart, we're gonna be late. Hurry up please," she slaps your ass, hard, making you yelp.

"Ochie, okay I'm ready let's go," you say, rubbing your ass.

On the ride to the party, ellie had her hand on your thigh, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, baby?" She smirks. "Yes, Els. You have, thank you." You smile.

Once you got there, your cousin was the first one at the door. "Ay! Mira no mas, mi prima favorita!" (Oh! look who it is, my favorite cousin!) He greets, pulling you into a hug. "Ellie, how you been, man?" He dabs her up, pulling her into a bro hug.

"Nothing much, how 'bout you?" She shrugs.

A few drinks later, you spot your childhood best friend, lana. She was taller, a few new piercings, was that a new tattoo? She looked good.

You turn to tell ellie, you were gonna be back in a few minutes, but when you did she was with another girl. She was close to her face a cup in her hand, and she seemed to say something funny, causing the girl to laugh.

You roll your eyes, this wasn't new. You had seen ellie with different girls all the time, but you loved her too much to stop seeing her.

You started walking towards lana. She was talking to some friends, but was cut short when she turned to see you. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Oh shit!" She calls you out, "damn baby, look at you," she grabs your hand given you a little twirl.

"How you been, fuck, how long has it been?"

You guys have a conversation, talking about everything you missed. "So what you got a girlfriend or something?" You ask, tilting your head with a smile.

"Uh, I'm actually talking to someone, so I don't know." She laughs. Lana was getting ready to ask you the same thing, but she was cut off by your squealing.

"Lana, dance with me please, I haven't danced in for ever!" You shout, Imitadora by Romeo Santos was playing. God, you used to dance this song with her all the time.

She places a hand on your lower waist, and you place a hand on her shoulder. The free hands grab onto each other. When he starts singing, you guys start moving. You sway your hips, following her lead.

Twirling you around, singing to the lyrics, she leans down to your ear. You were laughing along with her.

Ellie was watching from afar. Jaw clenched, arms crossed over her chest, and her hands in tight fists, making her knuckles white.

Who the fuck is she? What are you laughing about? What's so funny? Why is she dancing with you? Is she gay too?

All these thoughts she had. She watches you walking towards the counter sitting next to the girl, handing you a cup. Your still laughing when you see ellie from the corner of your eye.

Ellie suddenly grabs your jaw, pulling you in, kissing you passionately. Tongue swiping over your lip she had bitten. "Hi, baby, where were you?"

You felt incredibly awkward, looking at lana. She looked caught off guard. Glancing between you and ellie, who was standing behind you, a smirk and a stare that could scare anyone away.

"Uh, ellie meet lana, lana meet ellie- "her girlfriend," ellie finishes for you, a cocky smile on her face as she reaches her vainy hand out. Lana nods, taking a hint, she reaches out, shaking ellies hand.

"Ahh, I used to date her, aswell" lana smiles.

Ellie doesn't drop her act, though inside she boiling. Who the fuck does she think she is?

Your eyes widen, oh shit. You get up grabbing ellies hand, " lana, it was so nice to see you, te veo luego, si?" (I'll see you soon, yes?) You wave at her, dragging ellie upstairs.

Entering your old room, full of posters, led lights, vinyls, and record player. You lock the door, turning around, ellie in your face pushing you back, into the wall.

"Who was she?" Ellie rasps.

"She's an old friend-

"Girlfriend, you mean?" She tilts her head. You gulp. You don't know why, but when ellie would get jealous she tends to look so good.

Ellie glides the back of her cold fingers against your flushed cheeks, tracing your lips. "Don't forget who owns you, sweetheart. Who you belong to," she smiles.

Grasping your cheeks, making your lips pucker. "Who do you belong to, baby?" She questiones, lightly grazing her lips along yours. " You, ellie, I belong to you," you whisper.

Ellie breaths against your lips, making you shudder. you lean into her, but she backs away, making eye contact with you. She let's out a throaty chuckle, seeing how pathetic you look.

"Please, Els, kiss me," you beg.

Ellie lowers her head, as though she was going to kiss you but instead she kisses your neck. Sucking, leaving hickeys on your neck and on your collar bone.

You felt yourself get wet, rubbing your thighs together, looking for any type of friction.

You whimper, as ellie yanks your dress down, revealing your braless chest, "dirty, dirty girl," she smiles. She goes on, spitting on them, before taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking on it.

You let out a heavy sigh, your slick running through your panties and down your thighs.

Ellie pinches your other nipple before giving it the same attention as the other one. Her cold hands roam around your body. She reaches down, cupping your soaked cunt.

"So wet for me already, baby" ellie grunts. She pulls your panties aside, the pad of her thumb pressing against your puffy clit. Her middle finger rubbing your slit up and down.

Without a warning she shoves her finger into your hole, whining at the feeling of your warmth.

You let out a gasp, followed by a moan. Ellie kisses down on your neck, she can feel herself get wet, aswell. Her boxer sticking to her cunt. She curls her finger inside you, making you cry out.

You reach for your breasts, as you playing with your perky nipples, increasing your high.

"Yes, yes, yes, ellie don't stop, please don't stop. Fuck I'm close,"

You let out a moan, ugh was it music to ellies ears. She felt so good, pleasing you. As ellie felt you shaking, she yanked out her finger.

She then drops to her knees, throws you leg over her shoulder. She keeps your panties moved aside before she kitten-licks your throbbing clit. Being on the edge had you whining, looking for a release.

You grab ellie by her head, pushing her deeper into you. She chuckles, running her tongue through your glistening folds. She brings her thumb up, rubbing your clit at an intense pace. Moaning and squirming, trying to get away for this overstimulation.

Ellie just grips your thighs hard, you can fell the bruises starting to form.

Ellie then inserts her middle finger, and her ring finger inside your hole. You let out a cry, ellie fascinated by the way you swallowed her fingers.

"Ellie, shit, shit ,shit, I'm gonna cum. Fuckkk!"

You feel dizzy, exhausted. Your shaking, trying to catch your breath. Your orgasm hit you like a truck. Ellie still sucking on you, cleaning you up with her tounge, helping you ride out your high.

Ellie picks you up, throws you over her shoulder. She slaps your ass, echos forming. She tosses you on the bed, making you bounce.

Ellie starts unbottoning her shirt, followed by her sports bra. As she starts walking towards you, she unbuttons her pants, dragging them down along with her boxers. You can see her shiny slick running down her thighs. Your mouth waters at the sight.

Sliding off the bed, onto your knees, infront of Ellie. You look up to her with doe eyes. You lick your lips before placing your head in between her thighs. Running your tongue flat against her, sucking up her juices.

Ellie let's out a grunt, hands on your head, pushing you towards her clit. You let out small laugh, vibrations running through ellies body, causing her to shiver. You capture her clit between your teeth.

Ellie let's out a moan, gripping onto your hair. Ellie felt so turned on, she was desperate for a release.

You tease her sopping hole with your finger before entering. A heavy sigh leaving her lips. You pump your fingers in and out, while continuing to suck her clit,

"Shit, shit, fuck, just like that. You fucking whore, yeah, don't stop,"

Ellie clenches around your finger a few more times before she starts to tremble. Letting out a load moan, breathless, she pulls you up. Leaning close, she pulls you into a passionate kiss. Tongue sliding against your, teeth clashing, lips over lips. She bites your lip, dragging it out before licking it.

Your head bows to her neck, sucking and leaving your marks all over her.

Pushing you onto the bed, ellie spreads your legs. Placing herself on top of you, a leg over the other. You let out a soft moan.

Ellie starts grinding onto you, back and forward. The sound of skin on skin, heavy breaths and moans.

"She can't fuck you like I can. Do you understand? Huh?" Ellie grunts. "Hey, hey, look at me. No one can fuck you besides me. If I see someone touch you, their dead, you hear me?"

You let out moans, groaning at how sexy she looked on top of you, fucking you and making threats. Ellie starts grinding harder and faster, chasing her orgasm. Your clits rubbing together, arching your back.

Ellie lowers her head sucking your tits. "Fuck, ellie, ima cum, shit, shit, I'm cumming!" A scream leave your mouth, arching your back, your trembling.

Ellie continues to ride you, her strokes getting messy, and sloppy. She let's out a throaty moan, her head thrown back as she tries to control her breathing.

She drops on top of you, drawing circles on your rib and waist. Your bodies are sweaty and wet, but you don't care. You play with ellies hair until you hear soft snores.

"Dammit ellie, why did you make me fall in love with you." You whisper to yourself, groaning and rolling your eyes.

"I love you too, sweetheart"

#ellie williams #tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams angst #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou #ellie willaims #ellie williams smut #toxic!ellie #Spotify

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writtensturn · 8 months ago

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in the moment | c.s

PAIRING : chris sturniolo x hispanic!gf

GENRE : fluff?

SUMMARY : chris’s girlfriend is dominican, and at her cousins birthday party, chris wonders off too come back to surprise her.

!WARNINGS! : use of y/n, cursing.

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y/n was making her way into the backyard of her aunts house, they were celebrating her cousins seventh birthday, and if you knew how hispanic parties work, they last forever. it was around 11pm and she was talking to family slipping a few drinks from under them, she watched as her family and her cousins friends danced around and had fun. her family adored chris, they always said he was a different “type” of white. as her favorite artist, romeo santos came on she held onto chris’s arm singing almost every lyric to him.

“y/n, baby..” chris laughed

“promise you’ll hold me, touch me, love me. way past forever” she sung to her boyfriend across from her

“promise” chris spoke with a huge smile on her face, agreeing to the song that she held so dearly. as y/n turned to watch her family dance and hold on to eachother, it warmed her heart the one time of the year they all looked genuinely happy and got along.

“see how their moving" she pointed to a pair in the crowd, feeling chris nod in agreement.

"we call that bachata, the way the song has the little clicks is when you change. i think its so romantic, its all in the hips." she explained ending her sentence with a shrug. she turned to see chris's eyes on her, feeling his smirk almost instantly. she shook her head and pushed his shoulder

“oh enough christopher” she knew his mind went directly in the gutter with that one

“what? i didn’t do a thing” chris spoke back to her with the same smirk plastered across his lips

“yeah yeah” she sneered turning her head to look at him, her head tightly slightly as she took a moment to admire his features, the way they looked back at her. she felt chris’s hand come up to brush the hair out of her face, pushing it behind her ear and come back down to run his fingertips along her arm.

“i’ll be back” chris said bringing his face closer to hers and pressing his lips against her softly before standing up and walking away, before she could say anything he was already to far for him to hear.

meanwhile

chris moved into her aunts house finding the cousin she was closest with

“hey can you help me out for a sec? it’s for y/n” chris asked

“uhh yeah” jay said back to him with a smile while she stood up, she moved chris to another room.

“i need you to need me how to dance.. um..” chris spoke lost on the word

“bachata?” jay said while raising a brow

“yes!” chris nodded

“ja, okay..” jay let out a laugh towards chris, she took his hands and looked up at him a little awkwardly.

“do you just kinda-.” she moved in twos, popping her hip on the beat that you could hear from outside.

“that’s it?” chris raised his brow

“oh honey..” jay laughed again

“you try.” she challenged, she watched as chris moved with her, the two starting together. she raised her brow impressed on how he was moving, she moved closer in dancing how they would outside.

“i’m shocked” she shook her head at her cousins boyfriend

“what why” chris shook his head back

“you’ve got some spice don’t ya” she scoffed as the two laughed and continued to move together in her room

“what’s her favorite song.. yk like these” chris asked, jay pulled away from him stopped the synced movements between the two.

“just go there, i got it.” she smiled as the two started to walk out

“you’re good for her you know? you care. it means a lot” jay nodded as they headed outside, chris couldn’t help but smile as the two parted him walking back to find y/n.

“hey baby where’d you go?” she stood up wrapping her arms around his sides, chris shook his head at her attachment holding her against him. he turned his head to see jay nodding at him and hearing the song change, she watched as y/n’s head perked up.

“i love this song so much” she closed her eyes before looking up at him

“dance with me ma?” chris smiled down at her admiring her features, she looked up at him, her expression confused.

“what.” she spoke and as soon as she could get another word out she felt the two moving closer to the center, chris’s arms fell onto her hips and her hands moving around his neck. as the song started picking up she felt the two move in sync holding onto one another, she looked up at him shocked and impressed that he knew how. she never taught him out of embarrassment but now that they were here she didn’t care, her little fantasy of them two dancing together to her favorite song.

“pongo en ti toda mi fe me arrodillo a tu merced y aunque hable nunca me arrepiento” she sung softly looking directly into him, meaning her words.

“what’s that mean” chris furrowed his brows

“you’ll figure it out eventually” she nodded with a smirk

“i love you ma” chris smiled down at her hearing the song end

“i love you too mi amor”

guys someone requested this and im lowk so obsessed with the idea of this, i think its adorable.

#writtensturn #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nicolas sturniolo #romeo santos #bachata

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capcollector · 7 months ago

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BUNNY LEE SANTOS - SOLE SURVIVOR OF VAULT 111

PRE-WAR

Born June 14th, 2045 (32 in 2077)

Originally from Los Angeles, Bunny doesn’t really consider her life beginning until she landed her first modeling jobs. She became a highly sought after model, often photographed for commercial print and fashion, but she really took off once she began doing pin-ups. Her career as a pin-up girl made her famous, and everyone wanted to have Bunny Santos around. She was a party girl, known for her charm, quick wit, and dirty sense of humor. When it came to drinking and smoking and partying all night long, she could handle her own against just about anyone.

After many years living it up in LA with plenty of celebs, Bunny decided to move to New York for work. The change of scenery was nice, and she was still getting to continue the exciting lifestyle she’d grown accustomed to. At some point around 2075 or so, Bunny was invited as a special guest/entertainment for soldiers and veterans in Boston, and she decided to attend. And though she didn’t know it at the time, this was a decision that was going to alter her life forever. Here she met Nate, a soldier who’d recently been discharged due to a leg injury.

What she just assumed was a little playful flirting soon spiraled into actual dates. And initially, she really did have fun. A part of her really did fall in love with Nate. But just as suddenly he sprang a marriage proposal on her and she felt like she couldn’t say no. The two were married within a year of meeting.

Nate was a very adamant man. Someone who could be a little too dramatic for her liking, but she knew he meant well. Nate was determined to reenter the civilian workforce, and he dreamed of living that idyllic suburban lifestyle. Bunny, who made exponentially more money than he did, offered to buy a nice townhouse or apartment for them in the heart of Boston (since Nate insisted they lived in MA), but he refused, and the two landed in the suburbs, much to Bunny’s dismay. Suddenly it felt like her life was on hold, cut short by forces out of her control. She was no longer Bunny Santos, the favorite pin-up girl of the stars who always had a story to tell or party trick to perform. She was Bunny Santos, housewife. But she’d flash that million dollar smile and put on this role for Nate because…that’s what she’s supposed to do, right? As she had her internal crises, she discovered she was pregnant on top of all of this too. She wasn’t planning on this, but in its own way it made her feel less alone. Like she had someone to talk to, even if he was just a baby. Having Shaun gave her something to work for (ever the busybee).

THE WAR & 200 YEARS LATER

And of course, everything is completely upended. And though at the first the shock and loss seems too great a tragedy for her to bear, the end of the world became its own strange blessing in disguise. She found the freedom she’d been looking for again. She didn’t have to hide who she was anymore. Her life was her own again. That isn’t to say she wanted Nate dead, not at all. He was her husband, the father of her child, the charismatic man she’d met that evening who took her on some fantastic dates. She loved him. But she didn’t like him. She always felt like she inadvertently had to hide parts of herself to become this image of what he wanted their life together to be, and now that the world’s gone to shit and she’s on her own again, she can be in charge of her life once more. And her first order of business was getting her son back.

After stumbling out of the Vault shivering and confused, she predictably encountered Dogmeat first (after seeing Codsworth at the remains of her house, of course), which led her to Concord and helping out Preston. After aiding him in getting the survivors to Sanctuary, she gets directions to Diamond City and frantically makes her way there (though she actually ends up in Covenant first, but she leaves after a less-than-ideal encounter). Once in Diamond City, she learns about the Valentine Detective Agency and subsequently rescues Nick—even using her silver tongue to talk their way out of things with Darla and Skinny Malone.

Nick and Bunny set off together, determined to find Kellogg. After Nick and Bunny track down and kill him, they land in Goodneighbor for the Memory Den. They meet Hancock and Maccready, the latter of the two joining them after Bunny gives him some caps, while Hancock just keeps an eye on the new girl for now. Intrigued about what she keeps learning, Bunny and Nick end up at the Railroad, saved only by Deacon telling the others of her journey so far. After some back and forth, Bunny agrees to help the Railroad as much as she can now (doing things like runs with Deacon to get her used to their system), but she makes it clear that getting her son back is her first priority for now.

When she returns to Sanctuary and begins to help Preston and Sturges get the survivors more settled (as well as a little rest for herself), Preston brings up the Minutemen and her helping bring them back to former glory. Even as their leader. And she refuses. Bunny does not see herself as leader, nor does she want to be anyone’s savior. Preston disagrees, and keeps the offer open for her if she changes her mind. She agrees to help him out, but she does not want to be the general.

Being her usual self, she realizes she’s intrigued by the Brotherhood of Steel, if for no other reason than she wonders if their obvious firepower would aid her in finding the Institute faster than anyone else. She’s rightfully wary, though, as she’s spent a lifetime surrounded by Nate’s military friends and she’d do just fine without having to talk to another one. But if there’s one thing Bunny knows how to do, it’s how to talk her way around things. And over the last year (well, last year she can remember), she’s had a lot of experience talking to soldiers and the like. She knows how they operate. So when she and Deacon happen to encounter Danse and his squad fending off Ghouls, they step in to help. Deacon is unsure of her gameplan, but he trusts her enough to see where she’s going with it.

So for a while, Bunny has a hand in every faction. She ultimately spends the most time with the Railroad, mainly due to Deacon, and together with them they build the machine they need to infiltrate the Institute. But it’s around this point, right before they’re planning to send her in, that Bunny has a realization. She’s going to get her son back, finally, after all these months of work. And yes, the Railroad is gonna help her do it. But what comes next? The Railroad has their big plans for rescuing the Synths, and she agrees with their ideals, but what about the Commonwealth itself? It’s not like she can go home to California or New York (no one’s really told her what either of those places is like these days, oddly enough…), and she refuses to leave her new friends behind. They’re her whole world. Of course she’s staying here. But does the Railroad really have a plan in place for the future? With Shaun’s return imminent, Bunny has to ask herself: what is best for my baby? This weighs heavily on her mind as she’s sent to the Institute.

Her initial meeting with Father goes as well as you’d expect. She feels gutted. Not only by the obvious age difference, but more than anything by what he’s become. The way he looks at her. How cold it all feels. How dismissive he is of the world and the people above ground. Her baby—who before all this was all she had, the only thing in this world that made her feel less alone—is all at once a force that is entirely unfamiliar to her. There is no relief in finding Shaun. He isn’t Shaun. He doesn’t even respond to that anymore. There is no grand catharsis, no joyous reunion, no love. She feels as empty as she does the day she woke up from her cryo chamber.

When she returns to the surface, it’s all work for Desdemona and the others, though Deacon can see on her face that clearly something wasn’t right, but he doesn’t push the issue.

Maybe she can’t save Shaun, maybe it was never possible. To her, Bunny, Nate, and Shaun all died in that Vault. A piece of her was left behind there. A part of herself she could never return to. But she has to deal with what’s left of herself today. Now. And she’ll have to deal with herself tomorrow. And the next day, and the next. So she goes to Preston and agrees that she’ll seriously help him revive the Minutemen (something he’d already been working on without her, but her presence will help expedite things—especially since she and Hancock just so happened to already clear out The Castle a month earlier on a whim), if he just gives her a little more time.

Bunny returns to the Institute not long after. She’s not sure what to do. She’s been given her tasks by the Railroad, sure, but her meeting with Father gnaws away at her. The things he said. The disregard for the people above ground. That same stubbornness, that same insistence. She goes to him again. He talks to her frankly, because surely she’s planning to live the rest of her life down here. Surely she knows this is what’s supposed to come next.

What happens next is a blur. She is banished from the Institute. Did she do it because she wanted to get banned? Because she wanted the Minutemen to be in charge of the Commonwealth’s future? Did she do it to quell an anger she didn’t know she had? In an uncharacteristic display of vagary, she made a choice that once again would change everything. But this time she knew it would.

She’s alone in the dark when she’s returned to the surface. No one’s around. No one came with her. The night is uncharacteristically quiet on the walk to the Old North Church. When she admits to Desdemona she’s been banished from the Institute, Dez does not press for why. Deacon watches solemnly across the table. He’s not sure why either. And he will never know.

But in comes the Minutemen, here to see the Railroad’s plans through, though more importantly to the Minutemen themselves, the future of the Commonwealth altogether. And when the time comes to finally destroy the Institute, Bunny asks the one person who’s been her anchor through it all: Nick. When they watch it blow up before them, amidst the cheers and congrats from the Minutemen, Bunny just silently grabs Nick’s hand and leans her head against his shoulder. Things can begin again.

POST-MAIN GAME CANON

Once all is said and done, Bunny feels a newfound sense of motivation, something to work towards and continue. She begins to focus her time on building up the settlements, especially Sanctuary and the nearby Red Rocket so Shaun (the Synth) has a nice place to live. She’s determined to make this work. She’s determined to have her life back, to be in control of it again, to do things right.

I think in her canon the next big “story” she goes on is Nuka World, though it’s initially framed as Bunny and Hancock’s bender gone wrong. One minute you’re planning to get drunk and high and ride faulty amusement park rides then the next you’re in a fucking death match with a guy in electrified power armor. Once they deal with everything there, and after having several profound moments together as they reflect on everything that’s happened and how they wanna move forward, they get back to the Commonwealth. Bunny and Deacon finally make things more official, for one, and shortly after their return, Bunny and Hancock encounter Sop @radroachrepellent’s Cherry and save her from a Deathclaw. But more on that another time. This post is long enough and I’ll probably make longer separate posts for the DLCs and how they play out in Bunny’s canon so I’ll just put it simply that I think the DLC order for her goes:

Nuka World -> Far Harbor -> Automatron (a varied amount of weeks between each one)

Sop and I are working on a joint story together that we’ve named the “Electric Eden DLC” which will get its own post eventually, but that one takes place about close to a year after the events of Far Harbor.

I was gonna include a section on the Companions, but this came out way longer than I thought it would, and I wanna draw a lineup of all the companions, so I think I’ll save it for that. I guess the important thing to note is that Bunny and Deacon end up together (here’s a piece of lore for them).

MISC

Bunny’s strength lies in her ability to talk to others. Though she’s physically not the strongest or most agile, she can very notably talk her way out of a lot of things. She knows how to read the room and the people within it, and she knows how to use that to her advantage. A lifetime of schmoozing with celebrities translates well into survival situations, she’s found.

She loves to plan ahead and be stealthy when she can. Since she’s pretty small comparatively, she prefers to use guns and ranged weapons so she can keep her distance and stay hidden when possible.

She loves to pick up stuffed animals she finds on her journeys and keeps a teddy bear clipped to her belt.

Can handle her alcohol and will use chems on occasion. Social chem user, or something.

Dirty sense of humor and fun-loving, despite everything that’s happened. She’s made a point to not lose that part of herself. I think her and Hancock deciding to go on a Nuka World bender is evidence enough.

She knew how to lockpick before the war! It was a party trick of hers.

Okay this is long enough. Anyway I’m more than happy to answer any asks about her/her canon, and if you read all of this, thank you!

#EDIT‼️ PLEASE NOTE: some of this is outdated info as i rework my fo4 canon. just keep that in mind #bunny santos (sole survivor)#my art tag #fallout 4 #fallout

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dreams-and-honor · 3 months ago

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Kotatsu

ship: adriel santos x toji fushiguro source: jujutsu kaisen word count: 859

Literally so stupid in love with this jerk right now, I've been fantasizing about kotatsu cuddles for days, put me out of my misery.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @kylilah @dorothys-wife @the-sleeping-city

@dear-gambler @goldenworldsabound @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitosoulmate

@faerie-circle-ships @heatobrienswife @tireddovahkiin

“Hey…”

The weary greeting was received with silence as Toji entered the house as if he owned it. He had been given a key and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to get his mileage out of it. Sometimes Adri asked him if he even had his own place to live anymore. He always got a laugh out of that.

It was never meant as a joke.

He was well aware of that, though.

“Hey!” he repeated a bit louder, nudging the door shut behind him.

Still nothing.

Toji’s scarred lips twitched downward, and he mumbled to himself as he haphazardly tossed his coat on the chair next to the door. A plastic one, meant exactly for that very purpose. Adri used to get on his ass for draping his jackets over the couch, where the snow would melt and get the cushions wet.

He always got a laugh out of that too.

The lights were on, and he wondered if Adri was even home.

Something he’d be whacked with a magazine for if he left them on himself.

A sigh, in through the nose, out through the mouth, and Toji decided to investigate a little.

Embarrassingly enough, he checked every room in the house before he found Adri half under the kotatsu, asleep with a half-peeled tangerine on the floor a rolling distance away from his head. Even the damn cat was peeking her head out from under the kotatsu, perched on Adri’s stomach.

Cute.

He crouched down ruffling the top of Adri’s head and messing up his already nap-mussed hair.

“Wake up and welcome me home,” he huffed, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Gh… Welcome home…” Adri mumbled, his brow and nose wrinkling as he struggled to reconcile his sleepiness with his annoyance at having his hair ruffled.

“Atta boy. That for me?” Toji snickered, pointing at the tangerine on the floor and sitting on the ground next to him in earnest.

“Help yourself.” Adri sat up and rubbed his eye, cause enough for Nickel to jump ship and climb into Toji’s lap instead.

Toji let out a snort, his smirk widening considerably.

“Nah. Peel it for me, then I might.”

Adri made a motion as if waving Toji away while he rubbed his other eye with his free hand, only earning himself another hair ruffle.

“Job go okay?” he finally asked, yawning.

“Okay enough. Got paid, didn’t I?” Toji replied, stroking the cat who was huffing away at the foreign smells he had accumulated while he was gone. “And quit yawning, it’s only 6.”

“Shiu’s so lucky having someone willing to go above and beyond for quality work.” Adri chose to ignore that last statement.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Toji hummed, scooting up to the kotatsu and sitting to Adri’s right.

Betrayed by both parties, Nickel disappeared under the blanket to lay directly under the kotatsu’s heater.

“I gotta get a real seasonal job or something, never look forward to working out in the cold,” Adri sighed, resting his elbows on the table and resting his chin in his palm.

“Exerting yourself and trying not to die warms you up plenty. Ah, but it hardly gets colder than 10 degrees where you’re from, huh? Ain't used to it,” Toji mused, drumming his fingers on the table.

Adri blinked at him for a second. “Oh, in Celsius, yeah.”

Toji snorted again. “How do you keep forgetting about the metric system, you’ve been living here way long enough to know better.”

Adri flinched at a feigned forehead poke, batting Toji’s finger away from his face.

“I DO know better, I'm just slow on startup right now. You woke me up from a good nap.”

He should have anticipated the smug grin Toji directed his way.

“You’ll catch a cold like that.”

“I’m not a kid…”

“Kinda act like one, though. Reminds me, got your kiddie sodas in the fridge.”

The subsequent pout was well worth the meager amount of money the pack of ramune cost.

“Can you let me have my little joys in life?” Adri mumbled, turning his head away.

“Cranky because you haven’t had your sugar fix in 15 minutes, I gotcha,” Toji continued to ruthlessly tease, deepening Adri’s pout.

“Mean because you’ve been on a couple year long losing streak,” Adri retaliated.

This only pulled a bark of laughter from Toji, who leaned over the table to ruffle his hair with both hands.

“Hostile little thing, figured you’d have missed me.”

“Who says I didn’t…?” Adri mumbled again.

Toji was very pleased to hear this, not that he didn’t already know. He was just fooling around until the inevitable emotional dawn that came after he’d come home from somewhere far away. Adri himself said he’d been slow on startup, but it was obvious the feelings were starting to sink in.

“So how was Hirosaki-”

“Come over here and I’ll tell you.”

Adri sighed, shuffling out from under the kotatsu to make his way over to Toji’s side. “Fine, but I’m not crawling under it and burning myself on the heating component.”

“No fun~”

“Not everyone thinks risk is inherently fun…”

#self ship #self shipping #dream fics #help me let go

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yobi-thecreator · 1 year ago

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Mike Schmidt x Hispanic Reader

Ask was made by @aromadoll 🤭🤭 love you pooks!

"Hey Mike?" You as called out to him as you were in the kitchen cooking. "Yeah?" He responded back as he walked out of his room. "Come here, I want to ask you something." You told him. He made his way to the small kitchen, passing by Abby as she colored and drew as she watched whatever cartoon was currently on. "What's up babe?" Mike asked as he stepped into the kitchen watching you cook as you made sincronisadas (pretty much a quesadilla but with ham in the middle of two tortillas. Also idk how to spell that so mb.) "My family invited me to a carne asada and I wanted you to accompany me there." You told him. "What's a... Carne asada?" He asked. You gave him a look that said, are you serious? But then you remember that he was white and probably never assisted to one in his life. "It's pretty much a party and they cook meat on a grill outside." You informed him. Mike made an 'Oh' sound when you told him. "When will it be?" He asked. "This Sunday, they said around six. That way it won't be so hot outside." She informed him. "Oh okay, then yeah I'll accompany you there. I'll just ask Vanessa if she can babysit Abby that day." He told you, you just nodded and gave his lips a peck. "M'kay Mike."

Sunday rolled around quite quickly. Thankfully Mike had the day off and didn't have to be at his job. Vanessa picked up Abby about an hour ago and you and Mike were getting ready. You told him he didn't have to dress up fancy or anything, it's just family members and friends. Soon you guys were on your way to your tio's (Uncle's) house.

After greeting everyone and introducing Mike to your family members and friends (Mike did not expect that many people to be at the carne asada) you guys got your own plate and served yourselves the amount of food you wanted. Mike and you talked for a bit, you made sure to ask if he was okay. He told you he was, just that he wasn't expecting a lot of people to be here. After awhile of eating and people talking, they put on music to dance. Your friends and family usually put on cumbia or norteña songs to dance too (in my experience at least). You got up and danced to the songs that they were playing. After a while of dancing a Romeo Santos song came on and you excitedly walked over to Mike and convinced him to dance with you. When you guys were on the Dance floor Mike told you he didn't know how to dance to any of the songs that they were playing (he doesn't know how to dance at all). You told him that it was fine and that he didn't have to worry. You taught him how to dance to bachata (I forgot how to spell that💀). You gave him a simple way to remember how to dance to it. You told him it was four steps and demonstrated how you dance to it. Soon Mike learned how to dance, he was pretty awkward at it but warmed up the more he danced with you. A smile was on his face as he dance with you. 'Maybe dancing isn't so bad.' He thought to himself, as long as he was with you, everything was going to be okay.

Hi pooks!! Hope you liked how I wrote it! I've been putting off this for awhile now 😭 I hope you enjoy it!!

- HaloTurtle🐢

#Spotify #fnaf movie #fluff #fnaf x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader #abby schmidt #x reader #headcanon #fnaf x male reader #mike schmidt imagine #mike x reader #mike schmidt smut #mike afton #vannessa fnaf #vannessa afton #hispanics #hispanic reader

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respectthepetty · 2 years ago

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Hello ✨️

Long time i don't enter in tumblr, but asap i came back only one question matters: what BLS are your currently obsession!?

Anon, this is where my slutty personality really shines because I can be obsessed with MANY shows simultaneously, and the current roster of airing BLs is keeping me entertained and satisfied.

But before I get into BLs that are currently airing, let's revisit the ones that just finished, yet are still constantly on my mind, so I'm going through their entire history on Instagram, liking their posts from 2013, and saving screenshots onto my computer:

Laws of Attraction - Building a Shrine level of obsession

I'm always thinking about this cute-ass bitch lawyer.

Jun & Jun - Anonymously Sending Love Notes level of obsession

I need more of my two dads. RIGHT NOW!

Love Class 2 - Scheming with My Friends level of obsession

I didn't know how much I loved it until it was almost gone, and now I'm trying to break it up with its current partner, so it comes back to me.

Now for the currently airing ones:

Kiseki: Dear to Me - Breaking into Its House and Putting Rose Petals on the Bed level of obsession

I can't be normal about this show. It's Taiwanese. It's about a gay mafia. It has younger guys in love with older guys, and those younger guys are ruining their whole lives for their older guys. Throwing away their entire futures for these men. Being trash in public for these men. GOING TO JAIL FOR THESE MEN! I. Love. It!

Dangerous Romance - Getting Its Name Tattooed on My Chest level of obsession

My mutuals hate this show, and I'm glad because it means there are fewer people to fight with for its attention. If more people liked it, I would convince everyone else it sucked, just so they would stop watching it, and I could have it all to myself. That's the level of obsession I have for this show. I want it isolated and alone, just to ensure its dependent on me and can never leave me. Nobody else. Just me. *blinks*

Hidden Agenda - Bunny Stew (aka Fatal Attraction) level of obsession

My obsession with this show is as unhealthy as Joke's obsession with Zo, and homie is OBSESSED with Zo. Joong plays quietly unhinged so well that I want him to play a serial killer because something about Joke's eyes, even when he says he loves Zo, just screams "if I can't have you, nobody will" and I want more of it. In my mind, Joke killed Puen and was *this* close to killing Nita when she smiled at Zo during her party. If Joke's dad says anything about his relationship with Zo in the finale . . . *finger across throat*

Naughty Babe - Recording Us Having Sex Just So I Can Listen to It Later When I Miss It (aka Only Friend's Nick) level of obsession

Indulgent Daddy Yi is my favorite daddy, and Max looks ridiculously attractive in this show. It has color coding and changed the dog attack from Cutie Pie into a TIGER ATTACK! Diao's family is trying to kill him, that new secretary is sus, and Lian and Yi definitely fucked each other in college. How could I not be super duper creepy about this show?

Shadow - Praying to God and all the Santos to Bind Our Souls Together level of obsession

I'm already thinking about the ways I'll have to repent for the sins I'm going to commit when this show comes out. I have waited for.ev.er for this, and I'm getting it for gay Christmas (Halloween). I'm willing to eff with los espookys for this, so I'll be death-gripping my rosary the whole way through, but I'll do anything for gay catholic boys. ANYTHING, including breaking 9 out of the 10 Commandments. Gotta keep the Sabbath holy, though. Even God took a break from being obsessed.

#my current obsessions #hidden agenda #naughty babe the series #kiseki: dear to me #dangerous romance #shadow the series #laws of attraction #jun and jun #love class 2

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trackmind · 3 months ago

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a tag dump for some new muses i'll be testing out. like this post or message me if you'd be interested in writing / plotting with them !

genevieve mei lin (lola tung). 22. software engineering student / hacker. goes by dot in the dark web. wolf in sheep's clothing, ambitious, intelligent, sociable.

isabella santos (camila mendes). 25-30. real estate agent. second generation immigrant. money driven, spunky, materialistic, family-oriented.

alexandra wilde (anne hathaway). 40. senior writer at vogue. sunshine in human form, altruistic, workaholic.

campbell remington (noah lalonde). 24. marketing intern / rodeo rider. brewery & distillery heir — marketing intern at remington spirits distillery. competitive, extroverted, scatterbrained, erratic.

austin remington (glen powell). 32. washed up country star / music producer. brewery & distillery heir. unstable, talented, charming, alcoholic.

spencer dilendorf (paul mescal). 28. corporate law attorney. young harvey specter vibes. cutthroat, power-hungry, impatient, assertive.

henrik christian franz vilhelm (damian hanburg). 23. crown prince of denmark, heir apparent. political science major. diplomat. basket case, party animal, attention seeker — the danish royal family don't have a last name, but rather the name of their house.

vicente garcía (julio peña). 24. hit man / mercenary. adopted by a crime family, mafia relations. reserved, meticulous, pragmatic, lone wolf.

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whereslynx · 5 months ago

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Smut one with spooky and reader are at a party, reader wants to go home but spooky doesnt, then he realises shes not wearing anything under her dress 🙂‍↔️

a/n: PERIODDDD🤭 i actually love this idea tytytttytyytyyyyy anon ilysm🔥 writing this made me think maybe i do like writing smut😭😭 AS LONG AS THERES A GOOD PLOT

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The music thumped through the house, each beat pulsing under your skin as the crowd around you buzzed with energy. The party had been going strong for hours, but you’d hit your limit a while ago. You watched as Spooky stood in the middle of the room, cool and composed, surrounded by the Santos, cracking jokes like the king he was. His confidence was effortless, and part of you loved watching him in his element. But right now, all you wanted was to leave.

You pushed through the crowd, the heavy bass of the music thumping in your chest as bodies swayed around you, the heat of the room almost suffocating. The smell of alcohol and sweat hung thick in the air, but your focus stayed on him, cutting through the haze. You finally reached him, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his jacket before you tugged on his sleeve, pulling his attention away from the conversation.

“Oscar,” you said, leaning in closer, your voice barely audible over the noise of the party. He had to bend down slightly, his ear just inches from your lips, catching the urgency in your tone. “I’m ready to go.”

He turned, amusement flashing in his eyes as a smirk slowly curled at the edge of his mouth. His gaze roamed over you, like he already knew what was on your mind but was enjoying the game. “Already?” he teased, his voice low, matching the steady pulse of the music. “The party’s barely started.” His eyes lingered on yours, watching every shift of your expression, like he was unraveling the secret before you even said it.

You shifted, your patience wearing thin as you stood under the dim lights, the thrum of the music starting to feel like an irritant. “I’m over it. Can we go?” you asked, trying to keep your tone calm, though a hint of frustration slipped through.

He didn’t answer right away, didn’t even seem to hear you at first. His gaze had shifted, slowly drifting down the length of your body with a deliberate intensity that sent a shiver across your skin. You’d noticed him admiring you earlier, but this—this was different. His eyes darkened, narrowing slightly as if piecing something together, and then you saw it—the exact moment when realization dawned.

The corner of his mouth tugged upward into a slow, knowing grin. His body leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke in a voice that was smooth, low, and dripping with something dangerous. “You’re not wearin’ anything under that, are you?”

His words were a spark, sending a jolt through you, your pulse racing as you felt the weight of his discovery settle between you both.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your composure, refusing to let him see how his words affected you. Lifting an eyebrow, you met his gaze with a steady look. “Maybe I’m not,” you replied, your voice teasing, daring him to push further, testing his reaction.

His eyes never left yours, dark and intent, but his hand moved, sliding to your waist with a slow, deliberate confidence. His thumb brushed against the fabric of your dress, the pressure light but purposeful, sending a subtle thrill through your body. “You playin’ dangerous games out here, mami,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, meant only for you. His words wrapped around you, intimate and charged, the noise of the party fading into the background as his focus stayed entirely on you.

You tried to maintain your calm, but the heat building between you both was undeniable, making it harder to keep up the act. “And you’re making it real hard for me to stay at this party,” you teased back, your lips so close to his ear that your breath brushed against his skin.

He chuckled, deep and rough, like he was holding back something even darker. “You tryna get me in trouble, huh?” His voice dropped to a low rumble, fingers gripping your waist more firmly, his touch sending sparks down your spine. “You really thought you’d leave like that and I wouldn’t notice?”

His intensity made your breath hitch for a second, but you kept it cool, giving him a little shrug, eyes still locked with his. “Well, now you know,” you said, your voice soft but full of challenge, daring him to act on what he knew now.

For a moment, all you could hear was the pounding of your heartbeat, the space between you both buzzing with tension. His gaze lingered, heavy with intent, as his fingers flexed against your back. He finally broke the silence, his voice a little rougher, the heat of his breath brushing your ear. “So, what is it? You wanna leave, or you want me to take me to take you home and fuck you slow?”

You raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a teasing smile as you leaned closer, your body grazing his. “Why not both?”

His eyes darkened further, and he let out a low, slow breath, clearly battling the urge to give in right there. His grip tightened on your waist as he scanned the room, a silent war between staying with his crew or pulling you away to someplace more private. The hardness pressing against his jeans was impossible to ignore, his control slipping with every passing second.

Finally, with a clenched jaw, he made his choice. His hand slipped down to the small of your back, pulling you a little closer. “Aight,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “Let’s bounce.”

Oscar’s hand gripped your waist tightly as he guided you toward the car, the crisp night air doing little to cool the fire building between you. The parking lot was dimly lit, the distant hum of the party fading into the background as his eyes never left yours.

With a flick of his wrist, the car unlocked, and he pulled the door open, his gaze smoldering as he nodded toward the seat. “Get in,” he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. You slid inside, heart racing, feeling the weight of his presence as he moved around to the driver’s side, his movements deliberate and smooth. The door clicked shut, the two of you alone, the tension thick in the confined space.

As you settled into the car, his scent was undeniable—thick with the bite of alcohol, the sharpness of cologne, and the distinct musk of weed lingering in the air. It hit you all at once, raw and intoxicating, making your senses tingle in a way that felt almost overwhelming. Every breath filled your lungs with that potent mix, and despite yourself, you found it hard to resist. The smell clung to him, wrapping around you both like a promise of everything that was about to unfold.

The only sound in the enclosed space was the faint hum of the engine and your quickening breath. Oscar’s hand rested casually on the steering wheel, but his eyes—intense, hungry—were fixed on you. The silence between you was thick, heavy with unspoken words and unfulfilled tension. He shifted closer, the leather seat creaking as he leaned toward you, his breath warm against your neck as his hand made its way onto her thigh. “You know what you’re doing, right?” His voice was low, sending a shiver down your spine, “Come on, ma,” he let out a raspy chuckle, his low eyes never leaving yours. “I wanna hear you say it. Tell me what that pretty little head of yours was thinking.”

You shifted slightly in your seat, a quiet whine escaping your lips as the sensitivity of his every touch heightened. Every breath that brushed against your skin sent a ripple through you, and his voice, low and deliberate in your ear, made it even harder to focus. The tension between you both crackled, the air thick with anticipation, each word he spoke only pulling you deeper into the moment. It was as if every sensation was amplified, leaving you craving more. “Oscar,” you pouted, your hand resting over his as you urged it to go further up your thigh, “I can’t—“ you choked out, getting restless under the neglect of the pool that was beginning to flood in between your thighs.

Oscar's hand glided slowly from the steering wheel, his fingers sliding over your thighs, sending warmth radiating through you as your dress inched higher, revealing just how aroused you were for him. "Haven't even put it in yet, and you're already soaked," he rasped with a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming as he took in your flustered expression. "Eso, mi amor." His praise wrapped around you like a gentle reassurance, igniting a fire within you.

"You really gon' make me wait?" he teased, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips, his voice low and taunting. His gaze locked onto yours, dark and intense, as he leaned in just close enough to feel your breath. But instead of making the next move, he paused, holding back, his hand hovering just above your skin. "Let me hear you, ma," he murmured, the demand in his tone unmistakable, refusing to give in until you gave him exactly what he wanted.

You let out a soft whine in your seat, instinctively spreading your legs wider, hoping to tempt him just this once. But he remained unmoved. You had never been good at expressing your desires, but tonight was different. Tonight, you were determined to change that. Taking his hand, you guided it right to your slit, your eyes locking onto his with an urgent plea to relieve the overwhelming desire building within you. "I needed you," you breathed, your voice thick with longing. "I need you." The desperation in your tone was palpable, a silent plea for the release only he could provide.

Oscar clenched his jaw as he felt the slickness coating his fingers, the sensation igniting a primal hunger within him. The temptation to skip the teasing and give you the reward you so clearly deserved tugged at him, but he fought against it, savoring the moment. His expression remained unreadable as he nodded slowly, his eyes locking onto yours. “So, you showed up to the party like this, huh?” he asked, a playful yet serious undertone in his voice.

You shifted in your seat, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks under the weight of his gaze. The pressure of his question made you shy away from him, your heart racing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. After a moment of hesitation, you nodded.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, a blend of pride and raw desire washing over his expression. “That’s my girl,” he praised, his voice low and sultry as he finally rubbed your slit, eliciting a sharp inhale from you. The unexpected sensation made you grip his arm tightly, surprise coursing through you.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his fingers skillfully exploring your wet clit, sending electric jolts of pleasure throughout your body. “You used your words. So proud of you.” His breath came in warm bursts against your skin, each touch igniting a deeper craving within you, making you crave even more of him.

His fingers moved deliberately, sending sparks with every small movement. You shifted slightly in the seat, leaving you in a moaning mess with your heart pounding in anticipation. He didn't rush, instead savoring the moment, leaning in so close that his breath ghosted across your skin. You could feel the heat rising between you, every inch closer pulling you deeper into the moment.

He entered one finger, and then two, thrusting them in and out of you with a deliberate rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You arched your back instinctively, your moans escaping your lips like music to his ears, growing louder and more desperate with each movement. Just as you felt the familiar tightening in your core, all motion suddenly halted, leaving you to shoot him a sharp look filled with desperation and frustration.

He chuckled softly, pulling his fingers out slowly and giving your clit a teasing slap that made you gasp. "Don't give me that look," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. "If you're gonna cum, it's gonna be around my cock."

With that, Oscar leaned over, his breath hot against your skin as he lifted you by your waist, placing you squarely on his lap. The hard bulge pressing against your bare slit made your breath hitch, and you swore you were going to cum right then and there. The heat radiating between you was palpable, and you could feel the urgency building, a perfect storm of desire as you instinctively rocked against him, craving that next release.

Your dress had ridden up, the fabric bunched around your waist, leaving your bare skin exposed below. Oscar's eyes darkened with desire as he unzipped his jeans, pulling down his boxers. His hard cock sprang up, slapping against your stomach, and he let out a low groan at the sight of you like this.

Pushing his cock against your skin, you could feel its length and thickness pressing into you, almost overwhelming in its size.

He looked up at you, a mixture of excitement and challenge in his gaze. "It's been a while," he mumbled, his eyes flickering to the space where his cock would soon be inside you. "It'll be this deep. You sure you can take it, lil' ma?" His voice dripped with teasing confidence, hinting at the considerable length that would stretch you.

You bit your lip, a spark of mischief igniting within you as you wrapped your fingers around his hardened cock, feeling it twitch under your touch while he tensed in response. "Till I can't walk," you replied, a daring smile spreading across your face. His expression shifted, the teasing glint replaced by a childlike grin at your boldness, and your heart softened at the sight of his unabashed pleasure.

He nodded, his eyes filled with trust and desire, fully placing his faith in you as he lifted you up once more. Positioning you above his throbbing cock, its heightened stance seemed to beckon you, practically begging for your walls to envelop it. "Show me," he urged, his voice a low growl filled with anticipation. "Show me your pretty little pussy can take it."

With a mix of eagerness and determination, you lowered yourself onto his tip, feeling the heat radiate from him as you began to sink down. Longing groans and moans escaped both of you, a symphony of pleasure that filled the air as you took charge, riding the exhilarating high of his words. The sensation of him stretching you, filling you completely, sent a thrill coursing through your body, igniting every nerve as you adjusted to his size.

Each movement was slow and deliberate, allowing you to savor the exquisite feeling of him inside you. You could see the way his eyes darkened with desire, reflecting the raw hunger that matched your own. The intimacy of the moment enveloped you both, and with every inch you took, you felt more connected, more alive.

You cursed under your breath, feeling your walls tighten around him as you moved up and down, guiding both of you in pursuit of that high that felt like it would never come down.

"Fuuuuck-" Oscar groaned, his fingers digging into your waist, pulling you down onto his cock with a force that took your breath away. Ine slow pace you had initially set quickly morphed into something frantic, matching the speed at which your climaxes seemed to race toward you.

"Oscar—faster—" you whimpered, your voice laced with desperation and desire as he took control. He thrust upwards, guiding you with an aggressive speed that had you gasping for air, each powerful stroke driving him deeper inside you. You could feel the tension building, your body responding eagerly to his every movement.

"God, you feel so good," he panted, his eyes locked on yours, filled with a mix of awe and lust.

His grip on your waist tightened, fingers pressing into your soft skin, leaving behind faint marks of his desire. "You're taking me so well, mi amor."

You could barely respond, the pleasure overwhelming you as the sound of wet flesh slapping against each other tilled the air, accompanied br vour loud moans and Oscar's curses. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice a husky wnisper, "let me hear you."

The raw intensity of the moment enveloped you, your bodies moving in perfect narmony, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. Your breaths came in quick gasps, and with every downward motion, you felt yourself getting closer, your body on fire with need.

"Just a little more," he urged, his voice strained with effort as he held you tightly against him, each thrust becoming more desperate, more primal. "I want to feel you cum around me."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a fire deep within. You nodded, your eyes wide with urgency and need.

"Please... I need it, Oscar." The plea slipped from your lips, raw and filled with desperation, driving him wild. He responded with renewed vigor, pounding into you with relentless fervor, the car shaking with the intensity of your movements.

The confined space of the vehicle added an exhilarating edge to the moment. You could hear the faint sounds of laughter and music drifting from the party nearby, the knowledge that someone could stumble upon you at any moment sending a thrill of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Each time he thrust deeper, the thought of being caught only heightened your desire, making you crave him more.

"Fuck, we could get caught," he rasped, glancing toward the tinted windows, as if checking for prying eyes. But even the danger only heightened the pleasure; the thrill of it made you want him more. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to go faster.

"Who cares?" you gasped, your voice breathy and filled with longing. "I want you, Oscar. Now."

With a feral growl, he complied, his pace quickening as he plunged deeper, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy radiating through you. The friction between your bodies intensified, your soft cries mingling with the sounds of the car's interior, the rhythm of your bodies harmonizing with the faint thump of music outside.

As the heat within you built to an unbearable level, you felt the tension coiling tighter, ready to snap. "I'm so close!" you cried, your breath hitching as you gripped him tighter, the urgency in your tone matching the frantic rhythm of your bodies. "Don't stop!"

His eyes locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart race. "Come for me, ma. I wanna feel you let go."

With a final, deep thrust, the dam broke. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, overwhelming your senses as you cried out his name, your body quaking around him as you surrendered to the bliss. The world outside faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you and the raw, intoxicating connection that bound you together in that moment.

Oscar groaned, his own release following closely as he filled you, his body shuddering with the force of it. The combination of pleasure and danger sent a heady rush through you both, and in that car, you were lost to everything except each other.

As the intensity of your climax faded, you both sat in the silence of the car, breaths mingling in the stillness, hearts pounding in a shared rhythm. The warm glow of post-pleasure enveloped you like a soft blanket, but the reality of your surroundings began to seep back in. The muffled sounds of the party drifted through the air, punctuated by laughter and distant music, reminding you of the world outside the confines of the car.

Oscar pulled you close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back, his touch both soothing and possessive. "Damn, that was... something else," he murmured, his voice low and husky, still filled with the remnants of desire. He leaned back against the headrest, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at you.

You chuckled softly, still trying to catch your breath, feeling a mix of exhilaration and nervousness.

"Yeah, you could say that." The blush creeping up your cheeks was undeniable, and you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly aware of how exposed you felt, both physically and emotionally.

As reality settled back in, the weight of what had just happened loomed over you. You exchanged glances, both of you grappling with the implications of the encounter. The thrill of the moment was intoxicating, but a twinge of uncertainty crept in.

"What if someone saw us?" you asked, a hint of worry threading through your voice.

Oscar shrugged, the smirk still lingering on his face. "Let them look. We're not doing anything wrong." But his tone suggested he was aware of the risks, too. "Besides, it was worth it, wasn't it?"

You nodded, biting your lip as you considered his words. "Definitely worth it." The memory of the heat and passion still coursed through you, a vivid reminder of the connection you shared. But deep down, you also knew that this changed things between you.

As you adjusted your dress, tugging it back down to cover your thighs, Oscar's expression shifted, the playful teasing giving way to something more serious. "You good?" he asked, his eyes searching yours. There was a softness in his gaze, an unspoken question hanging between you.

"Yeah," you replied, forcing a smile to mask the whirlwind of emotions. "Just.. processing, I guess." You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "This was.. a lot."

He nodded, understanding written all over his face. "I get it. I didn't mean to push you into something you weren't ready for." There was an earnestness in his voice, and you could tell he genuinely cared about how you felt.

"It's not that," you said, meeting his gaze. "I wanted it, Oscar. I just didn't expect.." You trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

He chuckled softly, a warm sound that eased some of the tension. “To get caught up in the moment?

It's what we do, right? Besides," he added, a hint of mischief returning to his eyes, "you're the one who took the lead."

"Yeah, well," you said, rolling your eyes playfully, "someone had to." You felt a rush of confidence at that thought, the boldness of the night igniting a fire within you.

"Good," he said, his gaze intense.

"I like that side of you." His voice dipped lower, laced with sincerity. "But let's keep it between us for now. Not tryna get the Santos looking at you like that."

You nodded, relief washing over you. "Agreed. Just a secret between us." You smiled, and the tension began to ease, replaced by an electric current of anticipation for what this meant for your relationship.

As you both took a moment to gather yourselves, the car still hummed with the energy of what had just happened. You couldn't shake the feeling that this was a turning point, a shift in your dynamic. The night was far from over, and you could feel the thrill of possibilities ahead.

"Ready to go back?" Oscar asked, glancing toward the party, a teasing grin back on his lips.

"Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself for a while," you shot back playfully, the banter returning like a familiar comfort.

He laughed, shaking his head. "No promises, lil ma. You might just make it too hard to resist."

With a shared look of mischief and understanding, you opened the door and stepped back into the world, hand in hand, the memory of your passionate encounter lingering between you like a secret thrill, waiting to be explored further.

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CHAPTER 17: SAINTS AND SINNERS

WC: 5560

warnings: death, blood, mentions of 🍇, sa, violence, drugs, murder etc.

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Yaera

"santo falcone made me give anya the drugs that killed her."

im sitting in my living room with my parents, with our legal representative sitting beside me. i knew this would happen, my parents quizzed me all night on my whereabouts and demanded to know the truth. even though the "truth" was not what they liked, i kept calm and let myself be questioned. the entire stance is that i have nothing to hide after all.

but that doesnt mean they believed me.

it was an uphill battle, getting to this part. even as they sit and look at me, i see the cloud of doubt in their eyes. they dont believe me at all.

"and what was your relationship like with the deceased?" the investigating officer asks me.

"they simply modelled together," my mother butt in before i could answer. "anya was three years yaera's senior. they did not see each other often."

the investigative officer looks at me for confirmation. i nod.

"and the last time you saw the deceased?"

"at an organized event," i say. "my parents and everyone was there. its where santo made me give the drugs to her. she took some infront of me and was fine."

"what was the behaviour of the victim like?"

victim? my parents told me anya's death was immediately ruled a drug overdose. she had that shit all in her veins. why is it that we're using words such as "victim". it implies someone other than herself was involved.

but i guess now with my story, thats the angle we're going with.

"she was like herself...a little more erratic than usual. she was excited to see me."

"and why is that?"

"we were friends?"

the investigative officer hums and writes something down on his notepad. i look to my lawyer who shakes her head, assuring me we have nothing to worry about.

"i thought you didnt know each other that well?"

"it feels like youre trying to look for a story where there is none, officer min. my client has done nothing wrong. shes an 18 year old girl who was coerced by a man in position of power," my lawyer says firmly.

"miss irina muñoz and miss claire galizia alleges that miss marino sold miss jelavić bags of pills that she mixed with cocaine, which then resulted in her death. that is a serious claim which has to be looked into. drug trafficking carries more of a weight than possession."

"i dont know why they would say that. ive never been on any drugs," i say. "ive done some underage drinking, but thats it. santo manages those girls, he feeds their drug habits. i dont know anything about this!"

"according to mr and mrs marino, both miss muñoz and miss galizia have been admitted for drug abuse in the past. they were forgiven because mr and mrs marino have known them since they were girls. it is possible that they have relapsed and fed lies while under drug induced psychosis. they are models and are often overworked, im sure you know how things are, mr min?" my lawyer added in.

"hmmm." the officer gets up from my parents couch and tucks his pen into the pocket of his suit.

"i'll be in contact, mr and mrs marino. i'll have to contact mr falcone for his piece on this. so far we have opposing accounts from both parties, which proves there is dispute. we'll open a docket soon."

the officer leaves our home, and i swear my parents breathe for the first time. my father is pinching the bridge of his nose. i dont know how to feel. they're going to open a case.

i cried when i realized anya was really gone. of course i cared about her. the tears stopped when i realized irina and claire ratted me out for no goddamn reason. i didnt feed her those fcking drugs. she was on hard shit regardless of my involvement.

"dont worry, they have nothing on you," my lawyer says and smiles at me. "the most he can do is apply for a warrant to search your house and the judge loves me, i'll make sure it doesnt get approved. as for now, dont go anywhere, you might be under surveillance, your hang out spots may be under surveillance as well. if you have any digital footprint relating to the sale of paraphernalia, let me know immediately."

my digital footprint was an old nokia phone with no gps, untraceable calls and no real existence because i smashed that phone to bits in san's apartment and scattered its remains on my way home.

"can i talk to you ms kim?" i ask her.

"call me dahyun."

"speak infront of us," my mother demands.

i shake my head. "no, im sorry. i really need a moment alone with her."

my mother looks at me enraged. "a moment alone–?"

"its fine, mrs marino," dahyun says with a smile. "im sure she just wants peace of mind."

i take her up to my room, where ive started to fucking stress. she sits down on my bed and looks at me with concern.

"are you worried about something, yaera?"

"no ones gonna know what we speak about, right? even if you find out im guilty?"

dahyun straightens herself and gives me a stern look. "there is complete confidentiality between a client and her lawyer. if you are guilty, i will always act in your best interests. its my job to always secure the best outcome for you, yaera."

"okay. can calls be recorded? on an old nokia phone?"

"no, but cellphone records can be kept and found through the nearest cell tower. this only gives you a general location of where the call was made though, not who its from or what was discussed on the call. they're usually kept for 6 months to 2 years. why? is there something youre worried about?"

im relieved, but tears start to pool in my eyes from i dont know what. i flick them off my cheek quickly.

"i had a call with the girls about the drugs on a second phone, which i destroyed after i found out anya overdosed. i just dont wanna look more guilty," i say weakly.

"its fine, yaera. thank you for being honest about it. you dont worry about looking guilty, that man coerced you. and coercion is a valid defense. is there anything else i should know about him?"

i tell her about that night. i let it all spill out. his attempt to assault me, what he did to me and my sister for years. by the end of it, dahyun is looking at me like i gave her a solid case.

"thank you for that, yaera. im sorry to hear about what happened with you and your sister. i should get working on this case as soon ASAP," she says, picking up her briefcase. "i'll keep in touch."

dahyun leaves my room and my parents are quick to barge in. i dont know if they were close by the entire time, but they were properly angry by the time they got to me.

"do you have any idea what you have gotten us into?" my mother says. "we will have to go against santo!"

there it is, the rush. the rush of getting out of here. the glimpse of hell that is being under their scrutiny and scope once again. ive had a good streak of behaving so far. its a pity anya had to break it.

my mother looks at my hopelessly. "really yaera?" she sighs. "please, please if you gave that girl the drugs, just admit it to us."

"this is going to disappear in 2 weeks anyway," my father adds on. "you might as well tell the truth."

they really think i did it. its laughable. i havent once had a run in with drugs. ive had a problem with smoking and drinking, but not once have i put my nose to a counter or even touched a joint. they know this, and yet they think its still possible.

"so you think i did it?" i smile bitterly. "you really think im capable of it?"

believing seasoned druggies over me. god, they hurt my heart.

"for what reason would irina and claire have to lie, yaera? they are your friends!" my mother snaps, fed up. "for gods sake! please, just spare us all and tell the truth, yaera. i dont know what to do with you anymore, really. you have hurt this family over and over."

"we give you EVERYTHING!" she cries out, actual tears rolling down her face. "and you do this to us. every single time its like our name means nothing to you!"

seeing my mother cry fills me up with rage i didnt even know i could pull out of me.

"fuck your family name," i seethe. my parents stare at me in utter shock. "your family name meant nothing when you chose santo over believing me. so many fucking times, you refused to go against him. you dont even realize how much YOU have hurt us by putting us under the eyes of that man. that fucking predator, do you even know what hes done to me? to US?"

"he tried to rape me. he tried to fucking rape me the night of that event. he had a whole relationship with yasmine when she was alive. when i stopped modelling, it was because he kept fucking molesting me. and you didnt see it, OVER AND OVER IT WAS INFRONT OF YOU. MY SHAME. MY FEAR. I WAS IN PAIN AND ALL YOU CARED ABOUT WAS THE FACT THAT I DIDNT WANT TO MODEL FOR YOU ANYMORE. FUCK YOU!"

throughout my rant, my screaming just got worse until i was left a sobbing mess. my parents just stood there like the lackluster humans they are. useless. disappointing. utterly unhelpful.

"what do you say now?" i laugh through my tears. "nothing to say about your perfect little santo?"

"he...he tried to..." my father stutters. and its the first time in my whole life he doesnt speak with conviction.

"yes, pàpa. he tried to hurt me. he almost succeeded."

and he would have. if san hadnt walked through those doors. and after that, i would have honestly killed myself.

my mother breaks down sobbing and drops down on my bed, holding her head in her hands. it isnt enough for me to see her like this. i feel nothing towards her.

"why did you never tell us?" my father asks. "really yaera, why?"

"why would i tell you anything. ask yourself if you are really good parents. if i can come to you for anything besides money and a way out of jail."

"that is not fair," my father says, shaking his head. "we have given you everything."

"but you did not keep me safe," i whisper defeatedly. "not from him. not even yasmine."

my father finds a spot on my carpet to stare at and i see a single tear drop stain the folds. i cant stand to see them process it. if they cant handle it, imagine how i felt.

all those times. over and over.

i wipe my face with the back of my hand and straighten myself. "i told dahyun everything. she'll use it to take him down," i say and walk to my door, grabbing a jacket off the hanger and shrugging it on.

"dont wait up for me. im not coming home tonight."

they dont try to stop me from leaving. i dont think they'll be able to, ever again.

***

san

wooyoung and i hang out on the rooftop of mao's club, overlooking the dried out city infront of us. wooyoung leisurely sips on a beer as he leans on the parapet, staring at the late afternoon sun over his sunglasses as though we're in some movie.

that's the thing with him really. he romanticized this gang life so often that i think he forgot how far things can go. how bad it can get. wooyoung was never the kind of guy to think things through till it was too late. he thought things wrapped up on their own, just like in the movies.

i used to get angry as hell at him. he was in this gang longer than me, yet we didnt see things the same way at all. its like he never really feared for his life, because in his head he'd never lose it. he was the main character with plot armour.

watching yunho die was the nail in the coffin. that illusion shattered completely.

"are you sure with taking on everything yourself?" woo asks me. "i dont want that shit on your conscience man. i fucked up, it shouldnt have to be you."

me doing it myself was the only way i'd be satisfied that we'd have a job well done. "i told you it wont bother me. i just want to get this shit over with, i'll get over whatever guilt i feel."

thats to say if i'll even feel guilty. i think the world would be safer without that hongjoong fucker walking around.

woo takes a swig of his beer, gulping it loudly. he takes off his glasses and tosses it aside, turning to look at me solemnly.

"im sorry for everything man. i know i probably ruined your life."

i pat his shoulder lightly and sigh. "dont take all the credit. you know that's my old man's work. we cant take back what happened. lets just work on making it out alive."

woo looks like he wants to cry with how his face scrunches, but no tears come. "i didnt think we'd separate so early. i knew you'd have to leave me to do some big boy job...but this isnt how i wanted things to end."

wooyoung in hong kong and me in cuba. i think its safe to say neither of us are ever going to see each other again. it makes my chest hurt.

"i'd rather have us apart than have us both dead over some bullshit like this," i say, hoping it comforts him. ive never been good at this whole talking about your feelings thing.

woo snorts and looks at his hands absentmindedly. "at least you won't be alone right? i guess this girl must be the real deal, sticking with you till the end."

i dont even want to smile about it. it comforts me a lot, knowing i wont be alone. knowing she'll be there till the end.

but then i imagine a few months from now. we make it out alive. we make it to cuba. yaera and i are together there. somehow shit goes sideways and she ends up in deeper shit. a crossfire she shouldnt be apart of.

that night when i left her, i pictured her dead body full of stab wounds and bullet holes. it made me physically ill. i couldnt even speak to her normally after that. my fear was paralysing.

"if i could, i'd leave her behind," i admit. "just to keep her safe."

knowing her, she'd kill me for it. and possibly never forgive me. just like me, yaera doesnt have much to live for here. ive seen her life and i'd run away from it as much as her if i had to go through all of that. our current reality was already considered the past. and even if we returned to it, nothing would be there for us anymore.

her and i were each others futures. despite everything, the way we started off and where we were now, i cant say i regret meeting her. i think shes the only thing that saved me from ending it all as soon as things were going bad. the one person who cared enough to bother me in every way, yeah she had her motives, but i know at some point, things like that stopped mattering.

we saw the worst parts of each other and yet...yet we still chose to go through all of this together. she had a choice. she couldve left whenever she wanted. but she never did. that soothed something in me. something i didnt realize i was always afraid of.

i think yaera marino saved me.

"you love her, huh?" woo hums. i know just from the mention of that word that my face is red because it feels warm. "i think she loves you too."

"i dont know. all i know is, i'd kill anyone that tried to hurt her. she'd do the same for me. thats what i know."

woo rolls his eyes at me. i know he thinks im a lost cause emotionally but hes not the one that gets to talk. i dont know what half my feelings are, all i know is i have them, they choke me up sometimes. sometimes they make me feel really weak and soft. i wont go slapping a label on everything, like that label would make things more sensible to me.

"i want you to see me off," woo says, thankfully changing the subject from yaera. "at the abandoned shipyard. after everything. least we should be able to do is say goodbye."

"so i get to see you off but you wont see me off at the airport," i halfjoke. "you're a real leech, you know that?"

woo smiles, its something of a defeated one. because thats really what we are–defeated. once we leave, everything will go to shit. im just glad i wont be leaving any family behind to possibly get hurt. and the one person i care about is coming with me.

"damn. after we do this, Miss A is going to get so much shit from the Black Dragons. shit is going to be all out war."

"no turning back now," i sigh. i cant say that i care too much about inconveniencing Miss A. she ruined my fucking life. she kind of deserves to sit with a mess. "plus, im sure she can find another lackey to help clean up whatever when we're gone. our errand-boy days are clean over."

woo shrugs. "we're helping her though, right? taking out the 2 biggest problems in the Black Dragons. this is the only way we'll send a real message."

fuck the message. i couldnt care less. i just wanted to give that witch what she wanted, take the money i made then disappear.

"no matter what, we're in this together. we started this mess together, that's how we'll end it," i tell him. wooyoung smiles at me, holding out his beer toward me. i dont resist, taking it by the neck and gulping down the rest of it. it burns my throat and i toss the bottle to the ground.

"hong kong is gonna be lame without you," woo whines. "mao's boys are gonna have me speaking fucking cantonese. im gonna have to roll with a whole new crew. you know how batshit those triads are?"

"hey, just imagine it'll be just like that video game you like," i tease him. "whats it called? watch dogs?"

"sleeping dogs," woo corrects me with a glare. "and fuck no. the main character's friend dies at the end, i am not trying to be like him."

well that was dark. "you'll play the story differently. way better."

"shut up. youre trying to hype me up when youre gonna be out there playing house with your woman. fucking cuba? you're knocking her ass up in a few months, i can already tell."

"i cant have kids right now," i mutter. though, it wouldnt stop me from trying. "i think the both of us just want peace. i'll see if she still cares about me when i dont bring any danger to her life anymore."

woo snorts. "if you're still looking for proof, you're a blind and deaf man."

my phone buzzes in my pocket. i completely wanted to toss it but i knew Miss A would start tripping and sending minions of her own after us if she couldnt reach me of all people. i expect messages from her, but all of them are from yaera.

i feel my head spinning reading it. she tells me that one of her friends died overdosing on our drugs and that she'll take care of everything. she has the nerve to tell me not to stress afterward, she booked the flight tickets, and that shes sleeping at my apartment tonight. at the end she tells me not to come home because theres a chance she might be under surveillance.

what the fuck?

"did she tell you shes pregnant or something?" woo nosily asks. i look up from my phone and scowl at him. he shrugs. "hey! i know you guys have been going at it like rabbits. i can see it on your aura."

"shut the fuck up woo, oh my god," i groan and show him the messages. woo shakes his head, looking both impressed and disturbed.

"i gotta say man, ive never seen two people more compatible. both your lives are absolutely shit. with the way you guys live, i can never guess what the hells going to happen next. least she gave you a heads up."

"you're one to talk," i fire back. "and as if that makes me worry less."

now i would have all of that in the back of my mind. one of mao's gangsters comes through the roof access door and calls for us to come down. our movie bonding cinematic scene was over i guess.

***

yaera

santo has never stopped trying to contact me since anya died. he probably heard i was throwing him under the bus, and now he wanted the truth. i'd give him that and more.

my phone rings again while i loiter around san's apartment, looking around for anyone suspicious. theres a telephone booth nearby, and i walk to it, punching in a coin as i dial his number.

"pronto?" santo answers.

"hey, its yaera," i say, and for a moment theres a brief pause before santo starts breathing heavily.

"tesoro..." still calling me that, arent you? "im so sorry for what happened at the gala...but what you are doing now...it is unforgivable. i cant allow it."

"you're right, santo," i sigh into the speaker, watching the cars blankly pass me by. "i really am sorry. my head is a mess, i cant handle anya's death and everything is confusing."

"why did you blame me?" he sounds hurt. what a fucking lunatic. "i would never hurt her. or you, or anyone?"

i smile, my hand gripping the phone tighter. "i want to fix things," i tell him. "can i see you, please?"

he pauses. i can imagine his fucked up smile behind the screen. "did it really take anya dying for you to finally say you want to see me?"

"get me at the old park tonight at eleven. on 78th avenue. i'll explain everything."

"why at a park? let me take you to dinner."

"i might be under surveillance, santo. and you might be too. i want us to talk with no interference, im scared of what it will look like if anyone sees us."

he sighs. "yes you are right... i will see you tonight. i look forward to sorting this out, tesoro."

"me too. ciao." i dont wait for him to answer back and slam the phone back into its holder. some old guy behind me looks at me strangely and i make my way up to san's apartment.

when i get there, i start making myself some eggs. when im in the kitchen, i noticed some of his fish died. san's been gone for a while so he hasnt replaced the water or fed them, and only one is left swimming around the tank. i watch as it slowly cruises in the greying water, all the dead mollys floating at the top of the tank.

tragic.

with all the bad shit thats been going on, i feel as clearheaded as can be. its scary to me, how calm i am at this very moment. a knock on the door holds back my foreboding thoughts and i go and check who it is.

i open the door slightly, seeing an asian man behind it. immediately as im looking at him, i know hes bad news. probably one of san's other gang members. fuck it, i know hes going to get mad at me for not listening to him about coming here.

"hello?" the man says, sounding confused. "sorry, does choi san live here?"

"no sorry," i smile despite my growing nerves. "i think you have the wrong apartment."

"huh..." the guy smiles, and its unsettling. "so you live here? whats your name?"

"i cant just give out my name to strangers, amore," i flash a flirty smile to throw him off. "i'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

"my name's hongjoong," the guy's smile grows and i have to stop mine from fading. i know hes not one of san's guys. in fact, i think hes the reason they have to go missing.

showing straight up to his apartment? was he going to kill san? does he know about me?

"thats a cute name. im marina," i hold out my hand and he shakes it firmly. "well hongjoong, i cant help you. but i hope you find who you're looking for."

"i hope so too, sweetheart. you have a good day."

hongjoong starts walking away and i dont go back into the apartment until i see him disappear into the lift. when hes out of view, i quickly lock the door and call san. it irritates me when he doesnt answer, and i decide to drop it because i know hes going to force me to leave the apartment.

that guy was going to kill san. but what the fuck did he think was going to happen, was he just going to show up and shoot him? come in and have some tea first?

god we have to get the hell out of here. these problems are becoming bigger than us. throughout the night i check the door to make sure hongjoong doesnt return, having done my research on him on san's slow ass wifi. the fact that i was flirting with someone who would have driven a machete clean into my gut is insane, but probably on brand for me.

san answers me when im getting ready to leave. i put on his hoody and mask, along with his black beanie. he calls me persistently right as im about to leave.

"hello?"

"why the fuck are you still there yaera?" san snaps at me instantly. "god, cant you listen to me for once? what if hes waiting for you there? what if he follows you?"

i cant guarantee that he wont, but i cant let him feel right. "he wants you, san. not me."

"hes a gangster!" san sounds like hes going to burst a vein. "a ruthless killer. and you're close to me, you dont think he'd rip you away from me on the spot?"

i sigh, at least i know he gives a fuck on whether i live or die now. "i know, i know. im leaving right now."

"its almost eleven, where the hell are you going?"

"to meet santo."

"what?"

san's voice in deep in confusion and its because i havent told him. was never planning to. this is something i needed to do alone.

"i want you to come get me tonight. can you do that?" i ask hopefully. "i cant go back home. not with everything going on."

"yaera..." san groans. "fuck. fine. where should woo and i pick you up?"

"outside the park. i need you to come as soon as you can."

"what are you going to do?"

"you'll know once i see you. bye, take care."

i hang up, and i know its fucked up but i need to be in the right head space. sans been my grounding force for a while, but i know i'll never be at peace with that fucker still being around. i need to end it all.

the park is dark and quiet, the faint light of the streetlamps barely making a dent in the darkness. the sounds of my converse crunching on the grass are accompanied by owls and the chirping of crickets, and the full moon is the the brightest thing in the sky. there arent even any clouds.

i take my seat on a bench near a lamp that looks like its on its last life. no ones around. i figured there'd be at least one ranger roaming, but i guess tonight was my lucky night.

no witnesses. just me and him.

santo emerges from the darkness, wearing a suit and his shitty fade is the first thing i see. he pauses in his tracks when he sees me, his face unreadable. i stand up and lower my mask, then i tuck my hands inside san's hoodie for warmth.

"tesoro," he says breathlessly. "how good to finally get you alone."

"you too," i say but dont move. neither does he.

"i didnt want things to be this way," he says. "really, throughout everything i just wanted to love you. and i wanted you to love me."

"like yasmine loved you?" i scoff with a wry smile.

his face falls. i cant believe he thinks i dont fucking know.

he laughs, genuinely shocked. "and where does that come from?"

"you were seeing her the whole time you were molesting me. only difference is, she fucking liked your attention. unlike me who'd rather die than be under your filthy gaze. i know everything. you probably killed her, didnt you?" i daringly say.

he stands there, his face darkening with my every word. its like hes remembering it all.

"so why did you do it?" i ask when he doesnt respond. "did she threaten to expose you for the trash you are?"

"i would never hurt anyone–"

"you tried to fucking rape me!" i scream. "more than once. you're capable of fucking anything!"

"i was trying to love you," he corrects me and starts coming closer. he stops right infront of me, his breath almost fanning my face.

"but you were always an ungrateful bitch and could never accept anything good. you deserve nothing. at least your sister was an angel. you? you are rotten, yaera. your eyes are empty. you have no light inside you."

"you took it from me," i seethe. "you took fucking everything from me."

he chuckles lowly, daring to smile in my face as he looks me up and down. "not everything. i still havent made you feel like a woman."

crazy how he thinks someone as hot as me is still a virgin.

"you've made me feel like nothing," i say. "you ruined me. youre a fucking rapist and a pedophile."

"really?" he tilts his head to the side. "well, if youre so ruined, then we must throw broken toys in the trash, dont you think?"

in a flash, santo grabs my face, maneuvering me around so he can choke me out with his elbow. i gasp at the sudden movement, clawing at his arm as he applies pressure.

"you want to know what happened to your sister?" he grits through his teeth. "fine, i'll take you to the same place as her. maybe you'll be happy with me then."

i reach back for his clothes, kicking the air hard till he swings me wildly. santo smacks into a tree with his back and momentarily loses his grip on me, and i grip the back of his suit into a fist before flipping him over my body and onto the floor. he tries to stand up but i stomp on his chest, pulling san's gun from the pocket of his hoodie. santo freezes when he sees the mouth of the gun pointed at his face.

"yaera..." he chokes, his hands going up in surrender.

"you fucking cunt," i growl. "i almost killed myself over what you did to me back then. now, i know the only one who should be dead is you."

he stares at me blankly, his breathing hard and erratic. he tries to quickly get up but i pull the trigger on him, grazing him in the arm. the first shot goes off and breaks the silence of the park. santo lets out a crushed scream, and i kick him across the face with the tip of my converse.

"you wouldnt..." he starts laughing erratically. "you wouldnt kill me. you're a fucking child. you dont have the heart–"

i aim for his head, firing another bullet, hitting the centre of his face.

smoke drifts from his mouth as his blank eyes stare into the sky. i see a pool of black appearing on the side of his head. its over.

its over.

i fire another bullet. and another. and another. i fire until the gun stops me with an empty click, till santo's face is full of leaking holes. then, i walk away, stepping over his body, pulling san's mask back over my nose.

***

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