#sorry i just. i am NOT believing john's ass one bit

[harukapologist]

Considering how little we know so far about the case,

[eccentricallygothic]

Depraved Old Man!John Price | Soap's Girl!You. 

Description: Johnny gets too reckless on a mission this time around and gets booted off the team. Now only you can convince the Captain to revoke his decision.

Warning(s): Noncon, dubcon, naive!reader, corruption kink, groping, coercion, dacryphilia, dark!Captain Price, dark!Soap, size kink, fear kink, fingering, forced kissing, misogyny, infantilization, sir kink, handjob, they're unsavoury men. Minors do not interact.

“Go on, baby” you feel a strong nudge on your shoulder from behind, causing for your smaller form to go tumbling forwards and face first into the ominous door in front of you. “Oh, shit. I–” Johnny whips you towards him to hurriedly get a look at you before examining you and rubbing the tip of your nose where he thinks you got hurt. “I am sorry, baby. But it's okay. I promise it'll be fine. But you have to be strong for me, okay?” The beads glimmering in your eyes sting them just a bit more and your bottom lip wobbles at the mention of the horrendous prospect. “Go on, the Captain is a nice man. Just show him some of that sweet love of yours and he will be good to us” before you can attempt to plead for him to reconsider, you have been pushed into the room and forced to come face to face with none other than the man you dread the most in this world right now.  The door clicks shut behind you. 

John Price's gaze feels nearly scrutinizing as you nibble on your bottom lip while trembling in your frilly little dress, the tips of your fingers folded over the extremely high hem that you try to extend by pulling at it but in vain. Silence pervades the scene for you have no idea how long before the man finally speaks. 

“Well, love, come on over here, then.” Your heart drops as the little bit of hope you were desperately clinging on to extinguishes. Johnny was Johnny and you had signed up for the kind of man he was when you decided to stay with him despite his flaws but from a man of Price's station you expected something else. 

Something better. 

Johnny got too reckless this time around and got booted off the team by the Captain. Since he never tells you work related stuff -like he ever tells you anything serious at all- because ‘those’ ugly things aren't for little girls like you to know, you have no idea what exactly happened but it turned out that though you were too simple minded to know what happened, you weren't too small to be pimped out to your boyfriend's boss like this. 

Since you have tried to get Johnny to reconsider this every time you possibly could ever since he told you you were going to be doing this for him like a good girl supports her man and his colleagues have always terrified you because of how capable they are for any and all kinds of destruction, you hiss in a hiccup and let your wobbly steps carry you to the old man. 

Price is sitting in a big office chair behind a heavy wooden table, mighty and intimidating yet agreeable with his smile that is almost kind. You would have believed it like the impressionable fool you are if it weren't for the clouds of darkness that are threatening to burst out of his eyes, the light orbs looking you up and down everywhere except for your eyes with a chilling hunger. 

It is after your dignity is wholly mortified and you decide you cannot feel any more shame than this does he pat his lap as a silent gesture for you. 

“Hey, hey, hey, little thing” the material of his uniform is harsh under the exposed skin of your ass when you sit down, the sensation causing you to have a moment of realization all over again and a tear threatens to spill down your cheek but you catch it just in time. “It's okay, we are all friends here, angel. No need to cry, it's okay” you are tense and uncomfortable as you try to shrink in on yourself but one of his rough hands wrapping against the curve of your hip to push you into his hard chest doesn't help. The stiff tent in his pants touches you next and you cannot help but flinch as a hushed cry tries to crawl its way out of your throat. 

Unbeknownst to you, it only works up the man even more and he speaks to you in the most comforting of tones. “I get it, you're scared of the big Captain, aren't you, love? Never had much of an interaction, you and I, did we?” You barely understand him as you're too focused on trying to keep your tears at bay like Johnny ordered you to. No crying and no pleading. That was the rule if you wanted your man to keep his job. And you were a good girl and future wife. So you would do whatever it took. 

“I know what we need to do” your hands that helplessly lie clasped in your own lap clench and twitch when he suddenly kneads your skin where he is holding your hip. “Easy now” he warns when your legs defensively try to force you to stand and your body freezes before you even register his words. Price sighs unhappily. “I was told you were okay with this. I don't like my girls unwilling and unappreciative. You can go” your eyes widen in horror as everything Johnny had warned you against plays in your head at full volume and you go into a panic, shaking your head vehemently and trying to reassure him in as much voice as you could muster, desperately trying to convince him that you wanted this. 

Price ‘contemplates’ you for a couple moments and the suspense is enough to send you into a cardiac arrest because of how erratic it makes your heart. But then;

“Yeah? Are you sure?” You timidly nod. “Then what're those tears for?” The side of his mouth quirks up when you quickly wipe them away and shake your head wordlessly. “... No? Not scared…?” He talks to you like one would a child and your cheeks burn even hotter in humiliation. 

“A- A little…” You manage to squeak out as a measure of carefulness because he appears a bit dissatisfied with your response. 

Johnny's words ring in your head. Keep the Captain satisfied no matter what.  

And your response seems to do the trick for he faintly smiles, a bit proudly even. “A little, huh?” You timidly nod again. 

“Y- Yes, sir…” His eyes visibly darken at that. 

“You see” his fingers caress your hip gently. “I've got just the solution for it” you can barely see his face due to the haze of your thick tears burning your eyes. “Want to know what it is?” You have no choice. 

So you nod in agreement. “Y- Yes, sir…” You feel a brief twitch in the lap he has you perched on.

“There's a good girl” praise doesn't make you feel better, for once. “Well, you see, love. It's rather simple, really” his rough hand cups your face briefly to wipe at your tears and a shiver runs down your spine due to the stark difference between his meticulous touch and Johnny's reckless one. That, however, is not to say his is better. There is a lingering quality to it. A sickening coarseness. A dark manliness which contrasts the good natured boyishness of your lover's, however clumsy he may be. “We just need to familiarize ourselves to each other” your bottom lip wobbles involuntarily and his eyes flicker to it. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. “Want to know how we are going to do that?” 

“... Y- Yes, Captain” you don't notice it but it causes for the tent in his pants to become even more visible.

“Bring that little thing here” you tremble as he takes your smaller hand in his much bigger one and takes it to his beard, the sensory shock of his coarse hairs digging into your pampered fingertips making you gasp with a flinch. Price's chest reverberates in silent mirth. “Just like that, love. Easy does it” you let him guide you as you meekly scratch the thick scruff, your nails nearly disappearing in the dark mass. “There now, all better, isn't it?” You try to return his smile but you can literally feel the awkward shape in which your lips are twisted due to how uncomfortable you are. 

Next he nudges your hand closer to his mustache and the second you do it, one of his heavy hands clamp on the bumps of your chest and you audibly flinch. But before you can even attempt to move away, the hand he has on your hip steels itself into your skin. But his friendly behavior doesn't change. Not on the surface, at least. 

“See? This is why we need to do this” a tear finally outweighs your eyesocket's bearing capacity and pushes its way down your lashes and all the way to your chin. His grip almost makes you cringe away and the way he gently kneads your boob doesn't do anything for you. “So when we are familiarized, you won't be so scared of your Captain and we can have a good time like friends do” and you have no choice but to sit there and scratch his beard and stroke his mustache while he ‘gently’ feels you up.

“Hmm…” He muses after a couple long horrible moments have passed. “What about a little kiss, angel?” Your eyes widen and your body trembles. Oh no. Johnny is the only man you ever want to kiss. This is so wrong. “Come here” you try to stiffen your back and go to plant a firm hand on his chest but your boyfriend's cautionary words ring in your ears again. 

His chance, his career... 

You cannot fuck this up for him. 

No.

Good girls support their men.

“Yes, Cap–” you force yourself to not retch when his lips touch yours, the bristles of his mustache causing you to jerk your head back as your eyes crinkle shut, the back of your hand slapping against your lips to swipe at them the moment he pulls away to get rid of the ticklish sensation. 

Price's huge form vibrates again. “Not used to a real man kissing you, are ya, angel?” You gulp at how intimidatingly deep his voice sounds. 

“N- No, sir…” So he beckons you closer again. So you can familiarize yourself with it. Your eyes lower in shame and disgust as you cup one side of his face, feeling a waterfall erupt from the corner of your eyes as you peck his lips over and over since he keeps ordering you with low, ‘one more, one more, one more…’s

It is not that he tastes bad. In fact, he tastes much better than you expected -if you ever even thought about it in your wildest of moments- any man other than Johnny to taste. Dare you say… better than your lover, even.

But you have only ever had eyes for your boyfriend. 

And this is sickening, terrible, revolting…

But you don't have a choice. You must be good. You must obey. Must support. Johnny is also human. And he made a mistake. That shouldn't cost him his career. It's almost unbelievable how this kind looking man is capable of such cruelty. 

In a matter of minutes, the length of your neck has been felt up in his strong fist, the pink lace strings which held your dress on your shoulders have been slid off, the swells of your chest has been fished out of the neckline of your dress and thoroughly groped, the hem has been pushed all the way up to your waist, your legs have been pushed apart, your underwear rests on your ankles and Price's hand is knuckles deep between your slick coated thighs. 

“C- Captain!” You let out a choked out cry as you tremble, violated and stuffed full of his fingers. “P- Please!” Your back arches as you clutch his knee for support, sparks of pleasure overwhelming your pussy when the rough pad of his thumb finds your clit before swiping against it slowly while two of his fingers squish their way in and out of your tight cunt. 

“Please what, love?” Price is breathless as he grunts in pleasure. 

You sob from the sensitivity and helplessness of your situation. “M- More, please!” You don't want this. But he has you so worked up you cannot think of anything else anymore. It feels too good. You must cum. There is no other way. 

Price hums deeply. “Keep working that pretty little hand and I'll give you all that you need, angel” you obediently nod as you desperately speed up your fist that is wrapped around his hard cock. “I didn't think a thing as small as you could make a mess this big, love. But look at you” his pants are drenched in your juices and sweat. “Leaking yourself stupid for your Captain” you shamelessly moan out loud, albeit against your will, when you feel his middle finger graze against your g-spot. 

“S- Sir!” More hot pearls of precum bubble out of the apex of his swollen tip and trickle down to meet your curled fingers, aiding the movement of your hand.

“Tell me, angel, has he ever made you feel like your Captain is?” You realized it a while ago that Price does not care if Johnny can hear you. Hell, sometimes he speaks so loud -like right now- it feels as if the older man wants him to. 

You shake your head, crazed with need and lust. “N- No, no sir he hasn't!” You tell yourself you're only following the orders you were given. 

Keep the Captain satisfied no matter what. 

“Aw, a girl as pretty as you deserves everything, angel. Why not?” It is the way his cock twitches in your fist can you tell this is getting him off. 

“S- Said– ah!” The tight band of your entrance tries to shut in on itself but his firm fingers roughly fucking in and out of you deny it its desire. 

You're so close. 

“Go on then, angel” you let the base of your palm linger on his ballsack to massage it and he grunts before mumbling out a praise. 

“Said s- sex is the g- girl's way of t- thanking her man for taking c- care of her and loving her, sir!” You repeat Johnny's words that he has told you since day one. “So she l- lets him do whatever he pleases like a good girl!” Price chuckles before clicking his tongue. 

“That little bastard told you that, did he?” You nod as you feel all your muscles pulling taut like they do sometimes when Johnny makes love to you nicely. “Tsk, tsk. That is no way to treat a sweetheart like yourself… Maybe you need someone better, huh? Someone older–”

“CAPTAIN!” Your vision fills with neon blots and a faint ringing dominates your hearing. The speed of your fist goes rather lax but his seed that bursts out soon after and seeps down his length to coat your fingers is a relief. Because the intensity of undeniably the best orgasm you have ever had has relaxed your muscles way too much for you to be coherent anymore. Your body collapses tiredly against his broad battle hardened chest and your gaze fixates on a spot on the floor, your cum covered hand lazily stroking him to milk him empty. 

“You like the idea that much?” Price snickers as he pulls you closer before burying his nose in your hair to breathe in your scent, his own back relaxing against the leather chair now. The man does nothing to pull his fingers out of you, his thumb still turtling along the width of your clit while his free hand strokes your bare ass. “Hm?”

“H- Huh?” You let out a puzzled sound, fucked too stupid to make sense of anything. 

“My, my, angel. Just what am I going to do with you, hm?”  

You're too exhausted to look up but your heart faintly jumps. 

He is not done with you?

[bloodweep]

Wow! You got popular really fast!! :D

I was wondering if you could do JD, Bruce, and Clay with an insecure partner, and how they handle that? SFW and NSFW if you could <3<3<3

I did! It’s a bit intimidating if I’m being honest, I didn’t know so many people would like my headcanons or my writing style,, I’m so scared that people will just stop enjoying them if they don’t align with the characters I portray them as 😭😭😭

BUT OF COURSE BEING AS I AM INCREDIBLY INSECURE PERSON THIS IS HOW I WOULD WANT IT TO GO

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John Dory:

SFW:

‗ ❍ It would take him a bit to understand that you are insecure, his ego and pride getting in the way in the best and worst possible ways - I mean he finds you so damn attractive and doesn’t understand how and why you would feel insecure about him

‗ ❍ he wouldn’t see it until it became way too obvious and other people have said something - don’t get him wrong he’s attentive to you but sometimes his head is up his own ass about things

‗ ❍ once he does understand he will lose that stupid (fucking handsome) grin and look at you with such concern - he’s not very good at hiding his displeasure or any emotion for that matter

‗ ❍ he would pull you aside, privately, and ask what’s wrong and what happened, his hand brushing under your chin and lifting it up so you can always have eye contact with him- he wants to study any subtle or subconscious emotions that flicker across your face

‗ ❍ he will listen (he’s learned to do so!! And is actively still trying to ensure he learns!! He doesn’t want to mess up like he did with his brothers!!)

‗ ❍ though his sadness, anger and frustration will show on his face as he listens to your words - he cannot believe how you feel this way, he doesn’t like it and desires to fully change it if he can - if he’s far too cocky he will rom it down for you, if you need more words of affirmations he will, he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable around him

‗ ❍ once you’re done telling him, he will drag you into his arms, holding you tightly, his ears lowering as he whispers gentle into your ear how “you’re the best person he’s very known”, “you’re perfect for me”, “no one else”

‗ ❍ tail will be so droopy on the floor

‗ ❍ he would continue to whispers sweet and soft things in your ear, pressing gentle kisses to your ear - he really is trying to be better than he was

‗ ❍ definitely will sway back and forth with you - very subtly; only you would feel it and no one would see it

‗ ❍ he would pull back after a while and look down at you “I wish you told me sooner, and if you did I am sorry I did not listen” he would say, a determined look in his eye

‗ ❍ would hover around you more, and doesn’t care if people question it

‗ ❍ will check in when you need it and to see how you’re feeling

NSFW:

‗ ❍ he would be pretty aggressive with you in bed honestly, his hands all over you, being mindful of his claws and hurting you

‗ ❍ he’s surprisingly very VERY in tune with your body, his nose dragging along your skin to catch any fluctuation in your scent

‗ ❍ when he does he will pause, hands on your hips and looking up at you curiosity, blinking his eyes rapidly to get that daze look out of his eyes

‗ ❍ he would sneer when told you were insecure “why?” He would question, he couldn’t believe someone so perfect would feel insecure.

‗ ❍ “who made you feel insecure about your body?” He would demand, a snarl in his throat

‗ ❍ would lower his face into your chest, nuzzling but flicking his ears up and forwards to listen

‗ ❍ grip would tighten on your hips

‗ ❍ “you’re the most perfect person to me, your body is absolutely beautiful and perfect” he would whisper kissing down your torso slowly

‗ ❍ definitely will nibble all over your stomach gently, dragging his tongue along your abdomen - sucking a soft hickey there

‗ ❍ ugh would press his fangs into your skins so gently

‗ ❍ his hands slipping down your hips to your thighs, pressing them up and out so he can slot between them better

‗ ❍ remember, this man is a fucking munch he’s def getting into that area with immense speed

‗ ❍ his tongue UGH I know that bitch is so fucking long

‗ ❍ would nuzzle into the area, inhaling softly and rubbing his cheek against it

‗ ❍ “so perfect, tight, pretty” is all he would say as he moved to drag his tongue up so so slowly, his hands gripping into your thighs so they can’t close

‗ ❍ “going to make you know how pretty you are, gonna make you cum so much until those thoughts are gone” (RAHHHH)

‗ ❍ gods that tail wagging at your taste - definitely comments how great you taste and he could have his face between your legs for forever

‗ ❍ won’t stop until you’re whining how perfect you are

‗ ❍ ugh would try to fit all 12 inches of himself in you, hands pressing on your stomach “feel how tight you are? How tight? So perfect for my fucking cock” he would murmur

‗ ❍ totally would lean all in your face making you look him in the eyes - would stop moving if you don’t

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Bruce

Sfw:

‗ ❍ would notice immediately, his face scrunching up as he tries to figure out what caused such feelings

‗ ❍ he would gently place a hand on your shoulder and wait for you to turn to him, he wants you to feel comfortable and go at your pace

‗ ❍ “what’s wrong?” He would ask, “what’s got your scent so sour?” He would continue, patiently wanting until you answered

‗ ❍ he would keep eye contact with you the whole time, nodding to show he was listening

‗ ❍ “oh, dear,” he would whisper “I’m so sorry” he would reply

‗ ❍ he would move to sit down with you, listening attentively “I don’t want you to feel like this; is there anything I can do to ease these feelings?” His other hand rubbing up and down your forearm so gently

‗ ❍ he so would remove his necklace and put it on you; smiling

‗ ❍ his tail will be limp, he doesn’t enjoy how upset you were

‗ ❍ he would move you both out of the area if it started to get too much for you; fucking you guys somewhere comfortably on the beach

‗ ❍ he would make a picnic for you on the way there! Sitting on a blanket and enjoying each others company

‗ ❍ always holding your hand until you calm down

‗ ❍ lets you use his shoulder to cry on if needed, rubbing your upper back softly and nuzzling his cheek into your hair

‗ ❍ would press a gentle kiss to your hair then forehead “we can take to as fast or slow you need to, I’m here with you the whole time”

NSFW:

‗ ❍ he would immediately have a conversation before hand, asking what was okay with you and what was not, listening to everything you say

‗ ❍ he would state his boundaries too - which weren’t many, barely if any

‗ ❍ he would start off slow, laying you down and kissing you so gently, hands wandering up and down your body softly

‗ ❍ he wouldn’t do anything until you did something, never wanted to go pass what was comfortable

‗ ❍ once he was given the okay he would slide down to kiss along your neck, pressing his fangs against your skin and rubbing them gently into your pulse

‗ ❍ how fingers slipping into your waist band and skimming the skin hidden there

‗ ❍ his hips grinding into your thigh softly

‗ ❍ “Can I go lower?” He asked his fingers dipping closer, only finally reaching and gently mapping out the area

‗ ❍ he’s so into suckling on your chest too, so gentle, nearly ticklish, would lean back and look up at you “are you doing okay?” He would ask, waiting for a response before sliding back to your chest and sucking

‗ ❍ “you’re so perfect and beautiful” he would whisper, using his free hand to brush your hair of your face

‗ ❍ he definitely goes so soft and gentle for you, whispering how there’s nothing wrong with you the whole time

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Clay:

SFW:

‗ ❍ he is so fucking in tune with you, his tail flicking behind him quickly to show his displeasure

‗ ❍ his own anxiety would peak for faster than normal

‗ ❍ he would blurt out “what’s wrong?” Before biting his lip embarrassedly and tucking into himself

‗ ❍ holds a hand out to you to take before quickly taking you both to a separate place

‗ ❍ wrings his hands together to listen to you, his ears drooped down but facing you closely

‗ ❍ his heart would fucking snap knowing how insecure you felt his hands coming up to hold your face so gentle and moving close

‗ ❍ “do I make you feel like this?” He would ask, “please tell me I don’t actually hurt you..” he would whisper moving to rub his snout against your nose

‗ ❍ would kiss all tears away if they do fall, nuzzle into your cheeks just under your eyes and pressing soft kisses there

‗ ❍ would left go of your face and hold his arms out waiting for you to hug him

‗ ❍ would wrap his arms around your torso so tightly and holding you closer, burying his face into your hair

‗ ❍ SWAYS HE SWAYS - back and forth and side to side, just enjoying your warmth

‗ ❍ he’s the biggest baby - next or Floyd of course

‗ ❍ “let me know if I can do anything for you”

NSFW:

‗ ❍ he would listen to everything you say, he’s already had so many conversations about boundaries he need to be sure; he was extremely taller than you, and had fangs and claws that he didn’t want to hurt you

‗ ❍ and let you sit on top of his lap, holding your hips gently

‗ ❍ nervously looking up at you before contenting it to not make you feel any worse

‗ ❍ “I love you so much, I love everything about you” he would whisper running his hands up your stomach to your chest and back down

‗ ❍ “no one could make me happier than you can”

‗ ❍ “you can take control” he would say and he means it, do whatever you please with him to gain the confidence you need, doesn’t care if it ends up teasing him

‗ ❍ gosh he would enter you so so slowly, holding you softly but firm to prevent yourself from going to quick

‗ ❍ gasping at how soft and tight you are “oh, oh goodness,” he would whisper “you’re so perfect for me”

‗ ❍ lets you set the pace, one hand coming up to hold your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone, sharing breaths as you ride him

‗ ❍ asks about everything !!

‗ ❍ “May I thrust into you?” He would whisper, eyes locked onto yours waiting for your confirmation before gently thrusting up

‗ ❍ hugs you to his chest if you need it! Kissing along your forehead and nose bridge

‗ ❍ so sweet it’s nearly torturous

‗ ❍ “mine and I am yours”

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Tagging: @akwardlydifficult

I hope you like 🥹🫶

[thebestandrealestever]

~LET THE LIGHT IN!~

part one: “friends?”

black fem coded! reader x miles morales 42 sum: ur his light :) .grumpy x sunshine kinda . warns : n word use, arguments translations: sol= sun

a/n: hey bookies , school beatin my ass !!! ima try to update at LEAST twice a week . yaal can slap me if i don’t, lol enjoy <33 . as always this is heavily unedited and this is short because it’s going to have multiple parts! a lil sum sumi’ve been working on.

miles used to be talkative, before you know what happened. he was quieter and if he did talk it was cold toned and short lived, you noticed that he didn’t talk and that’s no way to spend your high school years. so you were going to no determined to be his friend this year, it doesn’t hurt that you think he’s cute also.

“hey miles” you smiled at him as you took your seat next to him, he just nodded at you not even looking back. you smiled awkwardly to yourself but ultimately shook it off. you said hi to him and small talk every day, he was still the same monotone dude who never reciprocated the cheerful manner you spoke to him in so you decided do stop, you weren’t gonna waist your time trying to be nice to a gu-

“hey (name). how was your morning?” speak of the devil, even though his tone was rock hard if sounded like he was at least trying, you turn your head to him and see the small smile tugging at his lips and you return it “hey miles!” you ramble on to him about your morning and he talks too.

the next 3 days he didn’t show up at all, it did worry you a bit but maybe he was just sick. when he did come back he had a fat bruise on his sharp cheekbone, you noticed it when he sat down.

“what happened to your face? is it the reason you haven’t been at school. are you okay miles?” you turn your whole body to look at his bruise moving his chin with your hand. “don’t worry about it, sol. im good” he said gently brushing your hand off of his face but you didn’t believe it one bit. “but i am worried, tell me what happened?” you eagerly said almost demanding, putting your hand back on his chin and moving it up to get another look at the bruise and you knew his temper was short but you didn’t care right now, that’s not normal. “i said im good (name) u can stop acting like u care so much now.” he spat feigning annoyance through gritted teeth pushing your hand off.

you raised a eyebrow confused at that last part, “i can stop acting like i care. nigga i do care, you’re my friend miles and i care about my fucking friends. but you right, ima stop acting” you said sarcasm coating your voice as you turn to face the other way fake focusing on whatever work was infront of you , you hear miles sigh deeply after 10 or so minutes and you roll your eyes at it.

“i’m sorry, sol.” you turn your eyes at him but not your body, waiting for him to say something else “it’s been a bad week, ian mean to take it out on you. i know you care. i’m sorry.” he said in a tone that almost sounded convincing, he never usually apologized, “my bads”were the closest thing you got to one. you shift in your seat to look him in the eyes, you had never fought before, you didn’t know what to do with this. “i’m not gonna say it’s okay because it’s not, i get it though. but definitely don’t do that shit again.” you say assertively whilst keeping a small smile on your face. he stifled a laugh “yeah. i won’t.” there’s a pause between the two of you just looking at each other. “friend huh? you wanna be my friend?”

he says leaning back in his chair, keeping his eyes on you. “i am your friend, i’m trying to be atleast. but i can’t if you won’t let me.” you shrug laying the weight of your head on your shoulder until you feel a pair of toned arms around you, you shook your eyes wide open because miles never initiated touch. “i’m trying to. i’m sorry.” he says muffled by the fabric of your shoulder that he’s currently stuffing his face inside of. he hasn’t had a friend in a while, this was weird. but maybe he could be yours.

[soufcakmistress]

Unveil

Part IV

A/N: I know yall wanna fight me LOL I couldn’t figure this next part out to save my life. But my brain is working a little better now, and I wanted to get this out. Not me posting two fics two days in a row! Don’t get comfortable because this is out of the norm LOL stay tuned boos!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader

Snoring peacefully in the king bed of the guest house with an open window, the loud buzz of a lawnmower startled you almost to death. Erik’s baritone carried over to the guesthouse, guiding the landscaper while giving him notes. Rolling your eyes internally at the thought of Erik, you gather up the courage to roll over and pick up the burner Erik gave you. It was time to let your best friend know what’s up. Knowing her cell number by heart, your fingers tremble as you input the digits. It only rings once.

“Y/N???? Y/N? Sis is that you??” Denitra sounded like she had been waiting by the phone the whole time for a call from a number she wouldn’t even recognize. You immediately burst into tears. Everything from the past is flooding back. You and Nitra busting ass for midterms. You supporting her when she crossed and wrangling all the balloons at her probate. Y’all squealing over the gigantic engagement ring Eddie proposed to you with. The last embrace you guys ever had before you left behind all that you ever knew.

“Hi baby. I’m sorry. It’s just so good to hear your voice. I’m okay! I’m okay.”

Denitra shut her office door closed, and paced back and forth nervously. “Where are you, Y/N? Are you alone??? Do you still have money? Has he tried to still—“

You give a good belly laugh with your face still wet with tears because that’s how your best friend is. Making sure A and B equal C. “Nitra, take a breath sis. I promise I’m okay. I’m not gonna tell you where I am, so do not ask. Just know that I’m being taken care of properly.”

Nitra looked at her phone like it had three heads. “Bitch, who is taking care of you???” More belly laughs from you. Y’all chat it up for the next 30 minutes. You’re very careful about revealing any info to your best friend. If there’s anything you know about your ex fiancé, it’s that he will stop at nothing for information. Giving her plausible deniability could save Nitra from his wrath. Or push him further into mania. You had to believe in your heart of hearts she would be safe if she didn’t know anything, for your own sanity.

~

“Miss Y/N, I have prepared breakfast for the house in the dining room. I would love for you to join us!” Leah, Erik’s middle aged housekeeper, spoke over the intercom to make you aware. Maybe you and her could spend some time alone today.

“Yes ma’am, I’ll be there!” You finish up with your best friend, shower and cross the pool to the house. The house smells absolutely amazing— a spread was made of scrambled eggs with cheese, turkey sausage, and homemade biscuits. “Leah, this is awesome! Thank you so much!!”

Leah was definitely one of those Black women who could throw down in the kitchen and cherished when people enjoyed her food. She leaned back on the island and sipped her coffee with pride. It was only you and Leah downstairs, but you did happen to peep some luggage by the front door. Who’s leaving? Black Barbie? Or Black Ken?

Holding no qualms about your outer appearance, you dug in. You were starving, and Leah put a hurting on them biscuits. Light steps are heard coming from the upper floor and Monica appeared looking completely ethereal. “Good morning everyone!!”

It was still a bit early for her to be elongating her vowels but you greeted her accordingly. Leah didn’t speak, just peeping over her coffee mug. “I unfortunately have a day trip to Cali—Christopher John Rogers’ publicist has been incessant about me modeling their new spring collection. I’ll be back tomorrow evening though! You ladies have a splendid time!!” Monica split a biscuit in half, gave you an unexpected bear hug, and traipsed out the door.

“Thank God. I’ll at least have one person to talk to with more than half a brain cell.” Leah washed out her mug, and you snickered when she said that. It was petty. But, oh well. Leah winked at you, when Erik decided to show up.

“Ladies. Good morning.” He typed away at his phone while he made himself some coffee. Leah responded. But not you. What could you say to him now that you seen what that dick was hitting for? It’s evident he caught you looking last night and he wanted you to look….right? Not stopping to sit down at the table with you, he picked up a biscuit and headed back upstairs. From the bannister on the upper floor, Erik could look into the kitchen from above. You lost the fight not to gaze at him. Looking up, he was already staring at you before going into his office and shutting the door. Why is this man so intense…

Leah began clearing the table since you were done eating and cut her eyes at you. Something was up between you two, but she didn’t push. Erik told her everything about your situation and how you both came to meet. Leah was trustworthy and lived a lot of life before working full time with Erik. She empathized with you wholly, seeing that you were lost in the world. She was proud of Erik for doing the right thing—the boy was certain he was damned to hell. This was proof he wasn’t.

“I’ll wash if you dry.” You offered. Leah accepted happily, nice to have someone who didn’t act like she was a personal maid. You noticed that Leah didn’t say much. She was always watching though.

“Leah, what do you have planned for today?” Putting your hand on your hip, you turn to her with a smirk on your lips.

“Well, I do need to coordinate with the pool boy, wash a couple loads, vacuum the guest rooms, start on lunch—“

“Ehhhh, that can wait. Let’s go shopping. I gotta get off this property or I’m gonna go postal. Erik’s a big boy, he’ll be all right for a few hours. I’ll go tell Caleb to start the car.” You leave to let the driver know, not even allowing her to respond. Fun was majorly needed.

Meeting Leah at the front door, you pile in the expedition to head to the nearest mall. Scratching your veve tattoo on your side, your thumb scrolls through the mall directory when you get an iMessage from an unknown number.

“Going somewhere?”

Who else would it be but him? It was purposeful to leave without telling him. Erik had you twisted all the way up inside…….it wasn’t totally smart but this gave you some semblance of control back into the dynamic. Being a helpless damsel in distress wasn’t a good look on you and you didn’t want it to start now….even if you really did need all the support you could get. You weren’t gonna pass this moment of brief freedom up. “Yes I need things. And I need some fresh air.”

“This ain’t no damn vacation. Get what you need, and have Caleb return you ladies back to the property.”

Oh? He is feeling very jazzy this afternoon. You leave him on read, and hop out with Leah. She’s very patient and a very good listener. She can sense the wheels turning in your head, sorting what to do and what’s already been done.

The two of you scoured through Old Navy, Five Below, Rainbow, Bath and Body Works, Aldo, and left a whirlwind in Macy’s. Caleb fought his frustration watching you traipse from store to store. Retail therapy was a balm to your open wounds. The cares of your world fell away trying on different jeans and comfortable jumpsuits while you reconciled everything. A blessing also came in the form of companionship with Leah.

Widowed at 45, the Nashville native was blessed to have two pensions and an empty nest. She let you in on how her and Erik met and how he was like a son to her now more than anything. The two of you conversed over piping hot Japanese teriyaki in the food court surrounded by department store bags. “He reminded me of my son Travis. His father died when he was so young, and it was an uphill battle to wrangle him back from the dark side. Erik has his demons and yet he still has a code. I could never deny that boy.”

You listened intently and soaked it in. Demons huh? You figured he had access and resources being an alleged government contractor but it appears his baggage is a bit more nuanced. What had Erik seen and done? Why go out of his way to help a stranger? You had more questions than answers but were still somehow pleased with the new info.

Caleb had been staring a hole in your head for the last half hour. You put him out of his misery and he comes to gather your bags. Leah squeezed your arm and y’all headed to the car. The mean grinch awaits you both and had lashings for you for sure.

~

“Split up. Go. Ven allá!” Eddie directed his goons to search the town square in the sleepy little town of Randolph, Vermont. Two guys took the north end, while three guys took the south end. They questioned jewelers, shoe repairmen, butchers, ski shop owners, hotel clerks, etc. Nothing revealed any inkling of you. Eddie himself called every single roach motel in the surrounding area and nobody by the name of Y/N Nazario. He even asked if you went by your maiden name, and still nothing. “Something’s not right.”

Him and his goons reconvened at a late night diner. They couldn’t look more out of place—Cuban and Haitian American men with no sense of humor being served by lily white folks whose most lively occurrence were a cat getting stuck in a tree. “Boss, could she have been tipped off?”

Eddie ran through the scenario again and again in his mind. There should have been no time that you would have known he was coming. “Are you guys sure that she didn’t see Arturo at the train station? If she saw his fuckin face, she would have been spooked.”

Eddie’s lieutenant, Carmen insisted personally that he didn’t. Arturo wouldn’t be able to eat without a feeding tube for a while to make sure of that. “Let’s go. We need to pay a visit.”

~

Back at the ranch, you and Leah have situated all of your new purchases in the closet and bathroom in the guest house. No more living out of a purse. To end the night, you guys head back to the main house while Leah popped the cork on a Merlot that was to die for while some smooth jazz played on Erik’s surround sound.

He comes from his garage after playing around with a transmission for an old school Chevelle he’s been restoring, to see you two cozied up. At least you found someone to confide in. “Thelma and Louise have returned I see.” You both cackle and pour him a glass.

“Better watch your wallet!” You bust out laughing, clearly tipsy.

“Wel I’m glad you had fun but can you please let me know that you’ve left the house before you just duck off like that? We’re trying to keep you safe remember? I can’t do that if I don’t know where you are.” Erik gives the warning tenderly but with some steel as well. Leah says nothing and sips more of her wine, secretly amused at his overprotective nature. She knows he means well.

You drain your glass and go to pour another one. “Yes Dad. I’ll always check in before curfew.” Red wine always does this to you.

“Well kids, I’m going to lay down for the night. I’ll see you both bright and early for breakfast.” Leah rinsed her glass out and placed it in the sink and kissed Erik on his cheek. “Good night, son.”

“Good night, Leah.” His dimples make another appearance and your stomach does a hurdle. She squeezes your shoulder and heads upstairs. You take your glass and the whole bottle to the couch, and you feel his eyes on your back the whole time. How was this going to work?

The wine fills your mouth adding to your buzz and your eyes close as you bob your head to the jazz. You feel the couch dip as Erik sits right next to you. “I see someone ran it up today.”

“I deserve it, don’t I? With all things considered..”

His eyebrow raised and he inhaled more of the Merlot. “No complaints from me, Y/N. Just pointing out the obvious. I see you and Leah have gotten close. She’s an outstanding woman.”

“Yes she really is. So sweet and so wise. I enjoy her company. Reminds me of my mom..” Damn. How long has it been since you’ve spoken with her?

“Have you used the burner phone yet? I hope you have, I told you it can’t be traced.”

“Yes, I reached out to my best friend. She’s sworn to secrecy. Not my parents though. One word from me and Eddie would absolutely know something right away, they can’t hold water.”

Erik drained his Merlot and poured the rest of the bottle into his glass. “Well at least you know who to trust with certain information. Can I ask you a question?”

Your heart fell in your butt when he said that. Oh God. You weren’t ready to reveal that you been daydreaming about his bare body all day. “Shoot.”

“Your tattoo. It’s a Haitian veve with a Kongo cosmogram around it. Does it mean something?” Erik was fishing for info for sure. How could someone so sweet and tender as you get caught up in such an evil force as Mr. Nazario?

“We’re gonna need more wine, if we’re going to get into that.” Erik immediately got up and got another bottle of Merlot and a corkscrew and poured generously for the both of you.

Words start pouring out of you. The whirlwind of you and Eddie’s romance and how intense and handsome he was had you under a spell. It didn’t take much for him to convince you to become his queen of his empire. Erik listened intently and engaged with you. It’s no wonder why Monica is head over heels. He’s fine as fuck, incredibly sharp and got bank. But he’s holding something back.

Him and Eddie weren’t that different in that regard you found. Erik revealed very little about himself yet was able to extract information from you with ease. Too easily, for that matter. Eventually, you were all talked out, and fell asleep on the couch. Erik was comfortable himself and didn’t want to move. He pulled the throw blanket over the both of you, whispered “sweet dreams” in your ear, and dozed off himself.

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[sparkiekong]

Siblings in Henford 14/15

The next day John walked out to find out where Elita had wandered off to. They had a big day of chores to do before they would meet up with Lyra at the Henford Lot. Cars were not permitted in the city limits, so he planned to walk her to see his mom. He strolled out and started to call for her when he noticed his sheep and goats were tooling around in the yard eating his vegetables. “What are you….” He looked up and paled…he spun around as quickly as he could. “Nope. No. I didn’t see anything. I’m going back to the house.” He walked away while Elita and the Harlan boy made themselves presentable.

A few short minutes later, he saw the boy run back across the street and went out to check on Elita. The awkward silence was palpable, she was quiet, and all John could muster was, “You still have some hay in your hair.”

Elita removes it slowly. "So, I got to ask, how much of my stay are you planning to report back on?"

John said bluntly, "Not a damned thing. I am not going to get any wrath from Mom… You’re old enough to know what you want to do and with who. I just hope that next time you’ll pick the privacy of the guest bedroom or something. I don’t need to see Harlan’s son’s ass. Please tell me you used protection… also I'll get you an ashtray for next time, please don't toss butts about. It could catch fire!"

A look of relief appears on her face. "Yeah well, I guess we got caught up in the moment. Sorry… I thought he had a cute ass." She smiled, thinking about how one day her brother would make a great dad to someone. "And sorry about the other butt too, I guess I was distracted on both."

John wrinkled his nose, “I prefer the female form, personally… but you know what you like, sis. Just next time… if there is a next time, either give me a little warning or put it behind a closed locked door!”

Elita sighed, "I don’t know, I think that was a one off with him. I feel like once is enough and move on."

John looks a bit bewildered “I hope he knows that! I can see that boy pining for the next time you come see me.”

"Next time I'm gonna fuck the other one." She winks at John.

He shakes his head, hands to plug his ears. “Nope… nope… I’m leaving now. I have vegetables to tend!”

"And he believed me... I'm not a hoe John!" She joked.

“Still not listening!!!” He yells. “Get your things ready we’ve gotta meet Mom at the Henford Parking.”

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #248

What movie are you looking forward to? The Mufasa movie.

What was your horoscope today? Was it accurate? I don't give a rat's ass what my horoscope is, I'm not even checking. I'm sorry, I think astrology is one of the dumbest things people believe in.

What’s the biggest thing you have going on? Uh... nothing lmfao.

Do you keep magazines by your toilet? No.

What did you last take a picture of with your camera? My actual DSLR camera, a pretty stream with nice trees and boulders. I took it close to a week ago and I'm so scared to put it into Lightroom. I haven't worked on a picture in literally a year now and I'm so scared I'm going to hate it.

Would you prefer an ice cream sundae or an ice cream cone? Cone.

Do you like to have ice in your drinks? No, it waters down whatever I'm drinking.

What song are you most likely to sing in the shower? I don't sing in the shower, or almost ever.

When was the last time you went to the dentist? I think it was actually like two months ago.

What’s your favorite TV show? Meerkat Manor is my favorite of all time.

Would you ever have sex with the last person you texted? The last person I texted with my mom. You can properly guess my answer to that.

How old were you when you had the chicken pox? I actually never got chicken pox.

Ever had a friend named Alex or John? Alex, yes.

What type of music do you listen to the most? Metal or rock of some sort.

Have you ever had to get braces? Yes, I had braces for a long time.

Are you happy with your relationship status? I am.

Which one: chocolate chip or sugar cookie? Chocolate chip.

Do you like the smell of gasoline? Why or why not? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I hate it. It just doesn't smell good in general to me, and it gives me a headache.

Do you like the color orange? Is it your favorite? I do like orange, but it's not my favorite.

What kind of stuff do you like on your hot dogs? Ketchup and mustard. I can handle a tiny bit of finely diced onions.

What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? Probably our old boxer mix named Cali.

Do you own any kind of helmet? No.

Out of everything currently in your refrigerator, what food or drink is your favorite? Mountain Lightning. Mom got a 24 pack and I wish she hadn't, I don't like having soda always available to me.

Were your grandparents present when you were born? Not to my knowledge, they didn't even live in the same state as us.

Do you own any jewelry containing your birthstone? No.

Did you cry when you first watched Titanic? I sure did lol, but I was also in a psych hospital when they let us watch it, so I was ALREADY emotionally compromised. Even without that though, I probably woulda still cried.

Ever kissed someone with a tongue piercing? No, but *I* used to have a tongue ring.

Are your parents divorced? Yes.

If you got kicked out, where would you go? I guess my dad's or Girt's.

If any of your friends got kicked out, would your parents let them stay with you? I think it would depend on how close we are and if they had their own income. Mom can barely get herself and me by.

Would you get your feet tattooed? I think I'm getting ONE foot tattoo, a Silent Hill 4 reference that is a pair of numbers carved into the skin. I'm not certain yet though, I don't tend to like foot tats much.

Do you know people that smoke weed? I'd say this is pretty normal these days, yes. It's not legal here (yet, hopefully one day), but yes.

What is/was your worst subject in school? All types of math.

Do you find it rude when people text when they’re talking to you? Yes.

Ever seen a pregnant woman smoking/drinking? Yes, which I think is dumb as fuck if you actually WANT to deliver a baby, a baby that's healthy.

What’s something you want for your next birthday? I think I'm going to try to convince Mom to let me get a velvet spider... I talked to her about it once and she wasn't for it, BUT she honestly seemed convincable about THAT kind of spider, if I try hard enough lmfao.

Have you ever clogged a public toilet? I don't think so?

Have you ever been followed by a stranger when walking home? Tbh I've never "walked" home anywhere.

Do you own more then 50 different colored eye shadows? Dude I think I own ONE thing of eye shadow.

Do you currently have any medicine in your bag/purse/etc? If so, what kind? Yes, I keep Klonopin in there for anxiety attacks.

What do you like on your pasta/noodles? Sauce, butter, grated cheese, etc.? Spaghetti sauce is a must, I also like meatballs with it.

Do you think it’s wrong to put yourself before others? In what sort of situations? No. You can't care for others if you don't care for yourself. I mean yes, there are different situations, but honestly I don't care enough right now to divulge into different possibilities.

Are you wary of displaying signs of affection for your significant other around adults? Why or why not? No. I've been with him over three years, there's zero embarrassment or hesitance in me loving him.

Have you ever had red velvet cake or carrot cake? Have you ever made either of those? I've had both but made neither myself. Red velvet is one of my favorites.

Has your favorite band/artist ever toured Europe? Literally both of my favorite bands originate from Europe, so obviously lol.

Is the room you’re in carpeted or is it a hard wood floor? Are there any rugs? Carpeted.

What would be worse - going out in public with no bra or no panties? I think this is a personal opinion, but *I'd* be less comfortable without a bra in public. In private, I never wear one, but I'm very large-chested and would be very self-conscious publicly without one.

If you had to change a tire right now, would you know how? Nope.

Would you ever let your child drop out of high school? I don't want children, but if I did have a child and their mental health really, genuinely suffered because of school, I'd let them drop out, but never because they "just wanted" to.

Honestly, do you think that inner beauty is as important as outer beauty? Inner beauty is astronomically more important than what you look like on the outside.

What is something you used to be afraid of, but aren’t anymore? Taking the last person's answer, spiders. I love them now.

Privacy and respect; which is more important to you? You know, I originally answered with respect, but I actually think I'd rather have a right to privacy than you respect me.

Do you pronounce “aunt” like “awnt” or “ant”? "Ant."

Do you find not washing your hands after using the bathroom to be gross? I mean, yes? I think everyone would agree to this.

Are you an official couple with the last person you kissed? Yes.

Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you are now? No, especially if you're talking to child/young teen me. I expected to be so much more.

How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids? I'm not having kids. I wish I was infertile literally now.

Do you think you’ll be married in ten years? I think so.

Does your ex still love/like you? No ex loves/likes me. There's maybe two that I'm sure are indifferent, but I can confidently say one hates me and another doesn't want to associate so I'm sure doesn't like me. Maybe by now he's indifferent, idk.

Are you stubborn? Yes.

Do you tend to hold a grudge? It really depends on our personal relationship.

How many states have you lived in? Only North Carolina.

Who was the last person to hold your hand? Girt.

What do you miss most about your ex? "The" ex, I think I'll always miss that he was a lot more romantic than Girt is. He was, in some ways, better at being a boyfriend by my expectations, but in Girt's defense, Jason also very much lacked in other contexts.

What’s a fact about the last person you kissed? His favorite game is Nier.

How long have you liked the person you like? Confidently, it's been close to three years. I wondered since I was a teenager, but I was never sure, even when we started dating the second time. It took a major, trauma-healing event to be certain.

Have you ever regretted kissing someone? Yes, I did it because I felt like I was supposed to. I had no romantic interest in him.

Are you faster at text messaging or typing on the computer? TYPING, I tend to make typos when texting on a phone. I wonder if it's because of my hand tremors.

Tongue piercings - cute or trashy? I've literally had a tongue piercing and it was my favorite piercing I ever had, I thought it was so damn cute. I only took it out because it was damaging my teeth.

I’ve got to know, who do you prefer: Mario or Luigi? Luigi.

Have you ever changed clothes in a public area (not a dressing room)? In a car.

Yes or no: techno music? I tend to like it.

Have you ever kissed anybody who had a mustache? Not a big one, but yes.

If you were famous do you think you could handle the popularity? Absolutely not.

Do you get on better with funny or serious people? Funny.

Have your friends met the last person you kissed? Some old high school friends have because we went to the same school.

How old is your oldest cousin? Idk.

What if you saw your best friend holding hands with your ex? My boyfriend is my best friend and all but one of my exes are men and he's straight, so what a scene lmao.

Your last relationship, who dumped who? She dumped me. I'm honestly just glad it didn't last, she's not the kind of person I ever SHOULD have dated.

How old were you when you had your first boyfriend/girlfriend? Idk actual age, but I know I was in the 7th grade.

Is your home town nice? No.

Do you consider yourself mature enough to make your own decisions? It's not even a matter of maturity to me, it's me not trusting myself or even just not knowing what I want.

Do you have trouble reading small fonts? Not really, but I do have more trouble than I used to.

Do you know anybody that believes that magic/witchery truly exists? Yes.

Excluding surveys, what is something you waste a lot of time doing? Watching YouTube.

Do you find watching animals in their natural habitat to be exciting & fascinating? YES!!!!!

Of all the decisions you have thus far made in your life, which was the best & which was the worst? Best: letting go of Jason and deciding I could live without him. Worst: I can't think of a single event that REALLY stands out. I could say attempting to kill myself, but it's like... that led to me getting the help I desperately needed. Real healing started THAT month. I can think of awful mistakes I made, but picking one that stands out furthest is hard. A lot of things that caused trouble in my life weren't a choice.

Will you be expecting any company tomorrow? No.

Discarding the fact that they can smell & tend to get dirty a lot, do you like your feet, or feet in general? No, I hate feet, including mine.

What has been your best/favourite Halloween costume? I have no idea.

If you could visit just one European country next week, where would you go? GERMANY

What was the last job interview you went to? For a Food Lion deli. I got the job, which was a massive fuckin' mistake :^)

Have you ever had a meal kit subscription like Hello Fresh? No.

What colour are your nails right now? I don't paint my nails.

Are you good at meditating? No, I can't clear my mind like that and all it causes is anxiety trying to quiet my brain.

Can you do a pull-up? What about a push-up? Absolutely not to both.

Have you ever been fired from a job? Did you think it was fair? No, I've never really worked anywhere long enough for this...

Do you have any furniture from IKEA? I doubt it. Most of the furniture in this house came with it, the previous owner died.

Are you listening to anything now? Yes, "Moskau" by Rammstein.

Do you like to play Jenga? No, it actually stresses me out. I don't like the tension and especially the sound when everything falls.

Do you like gardening? I've never actually tried gardening. In my ideal life, I'd like some with fruits, but realistically, I would never maintain one.

If you have a dog, does it sleep with you? She's Mom's dog, and she sleeps with her or on the living room couch.

Do you like Fresca? It's okay, but low on my list for sodas. My mom used to love them.

Would you rather your middle name be your first? No.

If you get married, who would cook? Look can I be fuckin real, I hate thinking about this lmfao. I don't know how to cook, and Girt's no expert either, but he's better than me. Girt likes meal subscription services though, but he stopped a while ago. Tbfh, I don't even know how he eats now. The most realistic situation of us living together would probably include me cooking easy things, like in an air fryer or microwave; it looks likely I won't be a worker, which Girt has reassured me he's completely fine with, and because he'd be working, it's not like I'm just gonna laze around at the house all day. I have to pull my weight too, so the way things look right now, I'm probably going to be a housewife. Employment hasn't exactly worked for me, but I'm not happy about that at all.

Would you name your child after someone you know? No.

Have you ever been on a cruise? No.

What celebrity do you get told you look like? I've never been compared to a celebrity.

Have you ever taken a Vicodin? I suppose it's possible?

Are you a vegetarian? I had a vegetarian phase, but it's not sustainable for me and my diet. I'm far, far too picky, and if I followed vegetarianism for an extended period, I'd be malnourished.

How many towels do you use after a shower? One.

Would you smoke marijuana if it were legal? No, I'm not interested in smoking anything. I'd try edibles if it was legal here, though. I'm curious how it would affect my anxiety and depression.

Are you easily embarrassed? YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Would you ever flash a cop if you knew you'd get out of a ticket? No.

[azira-fucking-phale]

ong hiiiiiiii do u have a first name u use for quint?? :3 love getting to hear ppls thoughts on The Guy

Okay okay okay I have been Ruminating on this ask because I realized I genuinely don't have a first name for him. To me he is Quint. Like he is sooo fundamentally Quint to be. Quint Quintleston, if you will, but also I think some of the commonly accepted names like Bartholomew and Sam are pretty neat.

But.

Butttt I don't think they're RIGHT y'know?? It's hard to explain, but I have this very specific idea of how Quint grew up in New England that those names just feel Wrong. Bartholomew is a bit too British, and Sam is a bit too uninspired (sorry Sam enjoyers that was the only way I could describe my thoughts about it).

He grew up along the coast of Massachusetts, obviously, I can't imagine him growing up anywhere else, and was one of the older (but not oldest) siblings of his family. From my experience, New Englanders hate weird names. Not explicitly, but they always veer to the realm of safety and pick whatever's at the top of the list in 'most popular baby names.' That's just how it is-- the region is very traditional and conservative (not necessarily politically, but morally). So I would not be surprised if Quint had a very very boring and common name.

If we're going off Quint being the same age as Robert Shaw when he appeared in the film, then let's say he was born in '35, so the most popular names then (at least according to Wikipedia I didn't feel like looking at actual statistics) was James, Robert, John, Thomas, Donald, etc. I don't think he has those names specifically, but I think he had one that is SIMILAR to those names. A la ye olde blandness style. Obviously that list doesn't account for geographic location but oh well.

But this is the thing with New Englanders, specifically ones who are lower class: they will typically resort to these names because they are Biblical, and while not as religious as some other regions in the U.S., rural New England tends to be very Christian, and you’ll encounter more churches than actual people. I sort of believe Quint grew up in a semi-religious household. Not outlandishly so, but what I call “New England Christian levels,” where you say grace before dinner and go to church on Sundays. Definitely think he’s estranged from his family now and non-practicing, but now I’m getting off topic.

I think we've also got to consider coastal regions and families of fishermen and sailors and the idea of passing names on generationally from father to son, and my GOD do you get some cool names. Some regionally famous captains from where I'm from have some of my favorite first names, Ephraim, Reuben, Lewis, etc. I imagine Quint's family being involved in coastal work as an inherited job throughout the family, so it would make sense if they retained some of these naming conventions. I wouldn’t be surprised if Quint was named after a sea-faring forefather as part of carrying on the family name, and because I think he’s estranged from his family, it would make sense in the movie why he’s never referred to as anything other than Quint: he’s rejecting an aspect of his family and embracing a kind of ‘new identity’ for himself. Out of personal bias, I kind of vibe with this option more so because I grew up in a coastal fishing community and think some of the family names are cool as shit, but that's just me.

So there's kind of two alternatives for what Quint's first name COULD be in my mind: boring boring bland typical New England, or Olde Traditional Captain

Also I should say because Tumblr reading comprehension is so ass: when I say 'New England does x' "New England is y' I AM SPEAKING FROM PPERRSONALLLL EXPERIENCEEEEE (as in, I AM A LOW CLASS NEW ENGLANDER LEAVE ME ALONE) different areas within the region are VERY different from one another. Like I could talk about the coastal vs northern social differences for so long and that's just for the state where I live

[zmediaoutlet]

happy wincest wednesday! assuming djinn sam isn't as normal as he looks, what's a wincest headcanon you have for that universe?

happy wincest wednesday! (on actual wednesday for me! imagine that!)

This is one of those where I am happy to be a little bit led, bc I've read some fun fic to this effect -- in particular one I'm thinking of (can't remember title or author, sorry) where Sam's kind of... mean, and he's fucking Dean on the side and also fucks the cute El Sol girlfriend. I mean, ouch.

Tricky for me, though, because I'm of two minds about the djinn ep.

Mind 1: it's a djinnverse, which means that it is a fake world blown up from the mind of a specific person, intended to grant them one wish -- letting the dominoes fall as they may from that wish, given the information the djinn can suss from the person's brain. This means it's built by, limited by, given structure by, the wisher's imagination, the way they think about themselves, the way they imagine other people think about them, what they may wish were thought about them, shame and hope and desire and fear all swirling around together.

Mind 2: you can also just treat it as an entirely separate, wholly realized domino AU. That is -- make it a real universe unto itself, where x didn't happen and so y and z have all the room to grow they want. Not a fake world inside a wisher's head but just -- a world. This is the normal AU that would happen if Mary had lived.

Trouble for me, with Mind 2, is that... I don't believe in normal AU-with-normal-upbringing wincest. I just can't buy it. (I answered another ask on this ages ago, points for anyone who can find it bc I couldn't when I just briefly tried.) Normal AU where they're broke or John's abusive and Mary's dead, etc etc? Sure, let them fuck. But Dad with little league and Mary baking pie and Sam happily off to Stanford and it's all hunky dory? I know people like the soulmatism read where they'd get incestuous anyway, but... I just can't come with 'em. So.. Mind 2, sit down.

Mind 1, then: if the wish is still as simple as 'I wish Mom hadn't died?' And we bring canonically pining crazy-ass Dean Winchester, with all his hope and shame and hurt and need into that mess? So, it makes sense that Sam's off being normal and successful and marrying a picture perfect 2D (with double Ds) blonde. It makes sense that Dean's a wastrel who's on every shitlist. It makes sense that Sam wants nothing to do with him, because who would? Look at him. Look at the mess he is, look how lazy and meanspirited and dickish. A little bit of a mystery that he landed such a hot nurse, hm? But he's good at faking it, isn't he, because the thing is that he wanted Sam so badly that he panicked. Couldn't get too close because he couldn't ruin Sam, too. It was easier to be an asshole, to be the bad example, to screw Sam over and make Sam push him away, to do everything he could to be the person Sam would never want to be -- and it worked, Sam ran off to California and went to college and was Mr Perfect and when he'd come home for Christmas he'd look at Dean with this pained expression like, don't ruin this, too, and Dean'd grin back like -- oh, just watch me. Making sure. When Sam was good and gone Dean did get the hot girlfriend, because he knows how to use his body and he knows how to be pleasing when he needs to, and he was normal, or at least normal enough to count, and when he drunkdialed Sam on weird nights when Carmen was gone on one of those three 12s weeks he'd say -- he didn't know. He wasn't responsible for what he said then. He'd already ruined it so what did it matter, if he ruined it a little more.

Sam didn't hang up on him. Sometimes Dean'd look at his call log and there it'd be, under Outgoing -- forty minutes, an hour. Two hours. Maybe Sam just put the phone down and went to sleep. Maybe that was it. But one time, he was drunk but he wasn't as drunk as he could've been, and he called, and Sam answered even though it was one in the morning in Palo Alto, and Dean didn't quite know what to say because his filters hadn't been completely drowned yet, and Sam said, when Dean wasn't sure he'd say anything at all, you already done? and Dean said no -- no, I'm not done, and Sam said, kind of quiet so Dean couldn't tell if it was disgusted or not, if you're just going to heavy breathe at me I'll go back to studying, and Dean bit his tongue, and Sam said, well?, and Dean just -- said everything he'd ever thought, about -- about what he wanted, and what he'd dreamed. What he'd wished for. Thinking that Sam would hang up, that Sam would fly all the way back from the ocean to Kansas, would open up the apartment door and kill Dean where he sat, and Dean would've been grateful, if he did. But Sam stayed on the phone, and Dean could hear him breathing too on the other side of the line, and Sam said, quiet still when Dean paused with his mouth dry and his head ringing, he said: you get off on that? and Dean was so hard he was surprised he wasn't drilling a hole in his pants, and Sam hummed, and he said then, go on, and Dean clutched himself through his jeans and creamed his shorts and Sam stayed on the phone while he breathed through it, and then Sam said, still in that same tone, night, Dean, and Dean hung up, and he didn't call Sam again for months. Until the next time.

What I'm saying is: my hc, in Mind 1, is that djinn!Sam hates Dean exactly as much as Dean wants to be hated, and is as disgusted with him as Dean believes he deserves disgust, and when Dean can't take either of those anymore Sam will take him in hand, exactly as Dean needs to be taken in hand. He's useful, that way.

[brokenqueen0526]

Nickelodeon Ridiculousness Pt 1

Quiet on Set Dark Side of Kids TV Pt 1

All I hear in my head is Kel singing " Who loves orange soda, Kel loves orange soda, I do, I do, I dooooo!" I would watch Kenan and Kel, All That, The Amanda Show, and many other shows throughout my childhood. I wanted to be them, laughing, live acting, getting to be around other kids their age and relate with, go through certain life moments with. Having others around that you could relate to. I envied them, I wanted to be them. Never did I think they would have to endure so much abuse of different forms verbal, physical, emotional, and even sexual. These are things everyday non famous kids go through, the famous kids are surrounded by adults, they should be the most protected/loved kids in the world.

After watching the 4 episodes first released, I have felt so bad for them. They suffered at the hands of adults that were suppose to be there and protect them. How they were able to separate the parents and the kids. Putting the actors/actresses against their parents. All of the narcissistic attitudes of the jackass/asses in charge. People should never have that much power over any other person. Some of the parents. The Jackass in charge should never of been alone with any of the stars.

Seeing how Jackass would tell people they were the token black person, fat one, skinny one, funny one. What kind of ridiculousness is this? That should never be ok in any atmosphere. There should of had just as many women in the industry as men. That would have evened things out, but Jackass is a sexist prick who deserves every bit of what he has coming his way. You do not go through life hurting innocent children who look to you for guidance because you are the creator of the shows that the actors/actresses are in. The Jack of all asses.

Having 3 pedophiles working around these kids at the same time is a disgrace. Shouldn't they be seriously checked out before being trusted around all of these people that they really don't know. Kids only know what adults tell them, and they are being told go with these people to work with them. I mean come on child crimes were happening way before this time period. John Wayne Gacy targeted young guys/boys throughout his killing spree. So it wasn't unheard of at that time. Why wasn't the company behind the main Jackass checking all of their employees out? There was 1 of the 3 sickos they didn't really say a whole lot about other than the fact that he was a pedophile. I don't know if there may have been more there or not. Maybe he was a pedophile, but he didn't do anything to anyone or wasn't suspected of it. They went on about the Handy guy, and the Peck guy.

I am still intrigued, and have hit a wall about the Brandi situation. She didn't interview at all (I can completely understand not wanting to be seen after all of these years). I didn't notice her mom really talking about Brandi in a past tense, so I don't think that she has passed away. There has been talk that Brandi is actually just a random name they used. I can totally get her not wanting to deal with all of what is going on. To find out that Handy had a souvenir from her, a pair of her underwear, broke my heart. I have looked into Brandi and whether or not that is a fake name or not. My research has led me to believe that is probably a fake name. I also believe that she was either taken off of the credits for All That, or maybe was never put on the official credit cast list. I hope that she has healed, moved on, and living her best life. I am still wanting to learn more about this situation.

Amanda Bynes is like a comedic chameleon in her All That, The Amanda Show days. She had so much more she could have done with her life. She didn't deserve the crap that she went through. After watching all of the episodes, I started my research rabbit hole, finding lots of rumors about very personal horrible things. (If these are facts, I am terribly sorry for what you suffered.) Your parents I cannot believe the shit they did. I am sorry that you had to ever deal with that trauma. I checked into Amanda for awhile and I feel terrible for how I didn't really recognize her at first. I still think that she is beautiful either look. I commend you for pushing forward through everything. She is trying to live as normal of a life as she can. I would love to be friends with her. She seems like she would be a badass chick to hang with. Yo, Amanda Bynes, I would love to just hang out big chill go do some fun stuff. Just be normal people hanging out having fun. I look past a lot of things, I have my fair share of past traumas, including some similar ones to what some of the stars went through.

Drake Bell, not gonna lie, when I seen you as the surfer guy on the Amanda Show for the first time, I actually thought you were the Josh character from All That. You have so many musical talents. The instruments you can play, your voice. The fact you can sound smooth and then add a roughness. I am sorry for all that you went through in your lifetime. When watching the show and I watched your dad say Don't let Drake be alone with him ever, my heart dropped. I could not believe that they made him out to be a homophobic person. I hate that Brian was able to convince your mom that it was better for you to be with him because of the travel. That was a moment when you just be like Noooo don't do that, its not safe. The moment where you wish that you could just stop if from the other side of the TV, but you can't. It isn't a dream or a bad commercial that will eventually go away. It is a scar, that people who have been hurt like that have. Your scar is there, it is very well seen through this documentary. I am grateful for you sharing what you went through, for the hope that no one else in the child actor part of the entertainment industry will ever have to go through this again. I hope that with you sharing, going into to treatment, that you can again freely live and be at a more peaceful healed place in your life. Thank you to the mom of the girlfriend who knew in seconds that something was wrong. According to a tiktoker and his research about who the mystery girlfriend was that the mom helped. Drake and Fefe Dobson had been best friends. Fefe Dobson released a song "Man Meets Boy" it is very sad, and clearly is about someone being abused. Considering they were so close it does make sense that in fact that is the person who saved Drake from further abuse.

Jennette McCurdy, girl you are beautimus as you are. During my rabbit hole search, your book was brought to my attention. I have had it for less than a week and am in the 40s on the chapter. I am sorry that you were done so wrong by your mother as well as the Jack of all Jackasses. You are very brave for putting your experiences out there for anyone and everyone that can or want to read. Showing that stardom from childhood can have a huge affect on the childs upbringing. Your mother was living vicariously through you. You didn't deserve to have her dreams pushed on you. I feel that the parents doing that is a bigger number than it should be. I haven't been able to finish it due to extra busy weeks. I will be finishing the book as soon as I can, and will chime in more as well.

(This is based on what I have read, watched, heard through different media sources. Google, ID Channel, TikTok, and Reddit.)

Anyone who takes the time and reads this, Thank you!

[stargatelov3r]

For the ship clarification - John/Elizabeth, Teyla/Ronon, Teyla/Kanaan, Teyla/John, Teyla/Kate

oh fun!

John/Elizabeth: doesn't make sense/compels me

it's funny with them because I used to be suuuch a huge shipper but in recent years I've come to believe that it wouldn't really work? i think Elizabeth needs much more than what John can give - but who am i to say that in the right moment they can't get together for a lil fling ;) ok maybe to clarify: long term: doesn't make sense. short term: definitely.

Teyla/Ronon: ooohhh, I'm kinda on the fence with them! i think they're the opposite of John/Elizabeth so make sense/doesn't compel me? I think it makes sense in that they have the connection with the wraith, who they both hate, but they handle it very differently. What connects them is the fear of the ongoing threat of the wraith, so i think there is a cameraderie that only the two of them share and that no one on atlantis can understand on that level.

they are both fighters, they both like to kick (each others) ass, they are both artistic people, close to nature. Ronon is a bit of a loner due to him being a runner but i think he craves connections but has a hard time allowing himself that? and like - allowing himself to just *stay* at one place without bringing doom to those around him, but i think as soon as he realizes that he's safe he would be the cuddliest teddy bear imaginable (and i think we partly see that). Teyla's sense of communit is enormeously important to her so i think her making ronon part of her family is not too far fetched.

HOWEVER, I mainly see them as friends. I can see them as metamours in a poly relationship with Elizabeth, and I see them as super duper close confidants, but I think their love is mainly platonic.

Teyla/Kanaan: doesn't make sense/doesn't compel me

clarification: i think in the way that the show handled the Athosians it doesn't make sense. I think it could make sense if we imagine Teyla still spending a lot of time with her people or them (and Kanaan) as being an integral part of the atlantis expedition. The relationship came so out of nowhere and honestly just confuses me. And to only bring Kanaan as the babydaddy? i dunno. this should probably be a different post about how pregancy and motherhood is handled in media. Sorry Kanaan, I'm sure you're a very sweet guy <3

Teyla/Kate: makes sense/compels me

ok, apart of the fact that Kate was Teyla's therapist which could potentially get a bit dicey i think it makes perfect sense and i am cursing the show once again for not giving us more Kate *shakes fist at the sky*. I like Kate, I like that she was part of the people who made Teyla understand how Tau'ri tick (by showing her how therapy works, how they handle emotional problems etc etc). My memory is as terrible as always, but i would have loved if there would have more of Kate trying to help Teyla cope with the whole "being part wraith" thing and if that would have led to a deeper understanding of each others cultures.

It's a bit harder to explain why they make sense to me? maybe because i'm getting a similar vibe from them at least on the base? both put a lot of stress on communication and resolving conflict, both are emotionally in touch with themselves, i feel like they both meditate and that's how they began spending time with each other. I like to imagine that there is so much more to Kate that we see from the few times we saw her, maybe she's an insane gymnast or something.

but yeah. good. I'd love to hear your thoughts on them tbh!

and thank you so much for the ask!

[dark-drawssss]

the idea of every Doomguy being together and causing chaos sounds like a fun AU idea. but I've seen you include only 4 of em, and I'm pretty sure that 'arenaguy' is suppost to be Doomguys much younger self, but I could have my lore knowledge wrong. do you intend on maybe adding more of them? like Phobos (character), technically not Doomguy but he's still cool. or John Grim from the movie, or ROE and TLM guy's from Doom 3's expansions, or even Stan from DooM rpg2. not having Joan Dark is fine tho

lol thanks, and yeah I do want to include more. Also the ArenaGuy IS the same person as the Doom Slayer (before the events of the first Doom game happened), but I only found out that later one since before that I thought that he's basically an alternatively ver of him (same way that Doom Marine/Doom3Guy is alt ver of him, but they're still different as people). Now, onto the actual question:

Phobos - tbh, I didn't even knew that he was an actual character and whenever I saw him I just thought that he was recolored ver of Doom (ArenaGuy's name in Quake 3) and that it might've been an inside thing between Quake fans. I do feel bad for him, and his lack of trust and more personality traits make him hard to fit in to the AU, but I could come up with something (sadly, it would prob be on my Insta story since I talk about the AU a lot there, sorry :c). John Grim - Yes I did watch both of the movies (wouldn't recommend but it's not too terrible) and I do like John (he's the only reason I even cared about his-somewhat-bitchy-sister staying alive), but I don't think he deserves the nickname that is "DoomGuy" (at least yet), needs to work on his demon killing. So for now he's an "eh" on whenever I think of adding him. ROEguy - Oh this fucker.... I'm sorry but he fucking sucks: shows no remorse for killing his friends, taking souls because he needs to show down time for a bit, survives only because of the plot armor, seems like an bigger asshole than he shows, and the worst of all, he stole Doom Marine's kill! The only positives I can give about him is that he shows a tinybit more personality than the Doom3Guy, by actually being interested in the Marian history and smiling. However his interest is something I didn't know about until reading about it, and him smiling is either smirking in that one scene (cocky bi-a-ch) or smiling to his friends (because he has friends, while the Marine was new and didn't know anybody). If anyone else likes him that's fine, at least his pants are kinda cool I guess. TLMguy - At least ROEguy HAS a personality and characteristics, this mf doesn't even show his face and I couldn't tell you anything about his character even if you held a rocket launcher in front of my head. Not to mention that you really expect me to believe he made it through all that alone when they and their team got their asses kicked by Imp's 6 hours after the invasion just began (not to mention the ending messing with the "Doom Marine is the only survivor", but I hc that their ship got shot down by demons because they could warn people on earth about Betruger's whole plan). Safe to say, neither of these two are close to even dreaming of being "Doom" Stan Blazkowicz - Sorry but I'm not familiar with Doom RPG yet so I'm unsure, but I am praying that he's a good "DoomGuy". And Joan Dark - She's a bitch and another "strong female character" that shows slightly more emotions than them, but still either bland or an asshole. Sad to say that so far, Crash isn't having another girl join the gang.

[fcdcdmcmories]

"OH, HI, DEAREST. YOU LOOK STRESSED. DID SOMEONE DO SOMETHING TO UPSET YOU PERSONALLY? aw." the tone that he used being condescending, because.. right now? parker did not give a shit. or rather, maybe he had been drinking a little bit and maybe he was still high on how good it had felt to do what he had. something within him had snapped the moment that he had decided to go after john kramer. and yes, perhaps that was showing in his attitude just now, because.. there was a dark glint in his eyes that hadn't been there before. a certain darkness that hadn't been there before. that showed that he had actually enjoyed doing what he had to kramer. "what i've been contributing to? oh, trick question. LOVE THOSE. let's see -- playing the dutiful boyfriend who steps aside and is here to tend to your every need, while pretending that he doesn't know what's going on and lets you go on fucking your side piece? THAT'S IT, RIGHT? bingo! shame that's over now." he snorted, almost as if she had just told him the biggest joke of the year, because.. this was what it was. a joke. a big joke and the hurt would come after, but.. right now, he did not give a shit. "ooof. that'd be tough for you, wouldn't it? i mean.. your boyfriend won't be going anywhere anytime soon, after what i did to him, so.. he sure as hell isn't rescuing your sorry ass anytime soon. as for me.. i am most certainly not moving a finger to help you this time around, so.. guess that means you'd be on your own, hm? YOU AND DADDY DEAREST, TOGETHER AGAIN. HOW LOVELY. good luck getting out of that one on your own. regardless.." whistling, as he smiled to himself. a smug smile that seemed to not be going anywhere. what? in fact, how he saw it, parker had never been more like her than he was right now. "your uncle seems to actually have a brain. don't see why he'd throw his own family out because of someone who cried like a little bitch while i was turning his face into a bloody mess. OPPS. SORRY ABOUT THAT. NOT SO HANDSOME ANYMORE, I'LL TELL YOU THAT. so.. looks like you live to see another day. as for me.. well, i am going to meet with him later today with a business proposition. one i don't think he's going to deny and.. you're forgetting something important. while you were off trapped in your tower, princess.. i was working for your father. i know what he's planning. i have information that edgar will just love to deliver to the police about him. THE WAY I SEE IT? makes me more valuable than a second rated serial killer." he turned around to fill another glass with whiskey, because.. ooof, she was yelling and giving him one hell of an headache and making him even more angry. just proving the point, hm? maybe, if he focused, the hurt would come out, but.. snorting, parker shook his head. "oh my god. you really don't want me to say it, do you? i mean, you know what you did. or maybe you're that deluded that you've convinced yourself that you didn't do anything wrong. DAMN." his smile only wavered when she brought up gideon, but.. instead, it was replaced with anger. "the kid will be fine. he's tough. he'll see that he's better off without his shitty excuse for a dad and if i have to.. I'LL TELL HIM WHY I DID WHAT I DID. SIMPLE. why i'll gladly do it again, if the little bitch doesn't do what i told him to do. see, darling.. unlike you? I CAN OWN UP TO MY SHIT. that's the difference between us." a shrug, because.. seriously, she could not be serious. really. "and oh, no, no. i can't believe YOU. want to know why i did what i did? why i went there and caught him with his guard down, beat him to an inch of his life and left him there to bleed out until morning? YOU. YOU FORCED MY HAND. really.. kramer has you to thank for this and what will happen next, if he doesn't do what i told him to do. " (@xtinyslip)

"DO I EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU WERE FUCKING THINKING?" cecilia had been at work in the lab the majority of the night, it hadn't taken news long to reach her as soon as edgar had found john and gained control of the situation. of course, tapes had been reviewed; not that it was necessary because apparently he'd been telling anyone he could what had happened. "I AM WORKING EVERY SECOND TO ENSURE WE HAVE A FUTURE AND WHAT ARE YOU CONTRIBUTING EXACTLY? HM? OTHER THAN TEARING DOWN MY HARD WORK WITH ONE STUPID DECISION AFTER ANOTHER!" she had not been this close to seeing blood fueled red since what had happened with gabriella the night of their games. "i didn't think i had to explain to you what happens if edgar decides to throw us out on the street for breaking the farm rules? my father may be in policy custody now but his people? they are not. he already sent someone into the farm to try and drag me out. WHAT HAPPENS IF WE DON'T HAVE THIS PROTECTION? we end up back in that awful fucking room till my father can deal with me himself." days? weeks? months? years; he'd have her people hold there and they both knew it. "SO WHY? WHY GO AFTER SOMEONE HE DEEMS AS IMPORTANT?" yes, she had a feeling she knew why and did edgar find john that important? well, it didn't matter; right now she was just trying to get through to him. "I HAVE A TERRIFIED KID IN THE HOSPITAL WING. HM? ONE THAT NEEDS TO REALISTICALLY BE IN AN ACTUAL HOSPITAL ICU BUT WE CAN'T GET HIM TO ONE BECAUSE THERE IS A VERY HIGH POSSIBILITY HE WON'T SURVIVE THE TRANSFER! HE'S ON TOO MANY DRUGS TO FUCKING COUNT, HE'S CONFUSED, TERRIFIED AND ALL HE KEEPS ASKING FOR IS HIS DAD. I HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO TELL HIM HIS DAD'S NOT GOING TO BE THERE. NOT NOW, NO, NOT IN DAYS -- POSSIBLY NOT IN FUCKING WEEKS BECAUSE SOMEONE DECIDED TO BEAT HIM PRACTICALLY TO DEATH!" was she using gideon because she knew he and parker were close? perhaps but none of what she had said was a lie either. the kid was in critical condition, this added strain was not going to do him any favors. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" @fcdcdmcmories

[judethejudas]

‘Male Validation’ MW2 Soap x Trans! Male! Reader Smut

You’re new to the force but things don’t go as planned when you’ve been outed to the entire base.

Luckily someone has your back.

WARNING: transphobia, sexual themes, swearing, violence, discrimination. MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

(L/n) = Last name

“So, (l/n), you still got your lady bits down there?”

You felt your body being shoved against the wall, grunting in pain as you knew that was going to leave a nasty bruise.

Two men, who you were going to be deployed with and risk your lives together for the sake of your country, were being transphobic assholes.

You couldn’t believe it. Three years on testosterone and going through surgical operations to be comfortable in your own body. And for what? So the medical examiners could gossip and out you to the rest of the force?

“You’re real sick, you know that? What kind of woman gets all that shit done to them to look like a guy?”

“If any of my kids did what you did, I’d throw their sorry ass out in the streets and let ‘em rot out there.”

Now you’ve heard enough. No kid deserved to be treated like that. You certainly didn’t deserve it. You gritted your teeth and balled up your first, before putting all your strength into punching the nearest prick.

You landed him right in the jaw and he fell to the floor, clutching his face in pain.

“You’re gonna regret that one, tranny.” The man spit out viciously, before he abruptly left the floor and tackled you to the wall. He was about to kick your shit in.. real fucking bad.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

A man with a heavy Scottish accent growled out. All three of you looked the left and saw sergeant John Mactavish, or Soap as many referred to him.

One scary motherfucker.

The man who was holding you against the wall immediately backed off.

“Hey.. sergeant. You’re never gonna believe this but private (l/n)? Heh.. well, he’s actually a she.”

Soap stood there for a moment in silence, staring at you and squinting his eyes a little. It looked like he was glaring.

Oh shit, was he going to have a turn at beating your ass too?

He took a few steps forward.

But not to you.

He grabbed hold of the man who assaulted you by his hair and forcefully pulled him back to you.

“Does that look like a fucking woman to you, private?”

“Sir, I promise she’s-“

Soap threw him against the wall and he hit his head, tumbling to the floor.

The other man who was with him immediately went to help him up, finding that his friend was bleeding from the head.

“Hey! You can’t just-“

“Oh, but I can.”

The man scowled at Soap but didn’t give a reply.

“Man, woman, it doesn’t fucking matter when you’re out there on the field. But you remember the way you treated private (l/n) when you’re in a tight spot and need his help. You got that, you little cunts? Because he might not be so kind as to forgive this little incident. I know I fuckin’ wouldn’t.”

The men scurried off as soon as Soap finished lecturing them.

“Thank you, sergeant.”

“Come on, I need a drink.”

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The two of you were in his room.

He had poured you both two glasses of whiskey, to which you drank yours slowly and he downed his in one go. His glass was filled and he had a chance to speak his mind.

“I’ll be honest, (l/n). I can’t say I quite understand what you’ve been through or what you’ve done. But I know that no one should be treated like that. Especially when you have to count on each other as soon as you’re out there fighting.”

You stared down at your glass, seeing your reflection in the brown liquid and frowning. You just wanted to be respected and seen as the man you knew you were.

And it hurt knowing that half the base knew you weren’t born one.

“I can’t change who I am. I’ve been wishing for that almost all my life. I just couldn’t be happy with the person I was pretending to be so.. I started hormones and I got the surgeries. But it seems like a waste now.”

“Doesn’t look like a waste to me. I see a man, through and through. But..”

You looked back at him when he said the last word and became worried about what he would say.

“…Do the doctors just get someone else’s cock and stick it on to you or what?”

You nearly choked on the whiskey but you quickly recovered to burst out laughing.

And Soap was chuckling too.

“No- no, uh, it’s a long procedure and it takes a few of them to make it look even remotely real but uh.. no recycled penises.” You had to stifle your laughter to even explain to him what the surgeons did for you.

“So.. it works then?”

“I’d say it works very well, sergeant. Thank you for asking.”

“Hey I just had to make sure, alright? I’m new to this sort of thing.”

The two of you laughed and talked for more than an hour. Filling yourselves up on the whiskey until the bottle was completely empty. You talked about your life and transition journey and he talked about Task 141, all the things he’s seen and been through.

But as you got drunker, the topics would become less.. professional.

“So, sorry to be on the subject of your willy again but..”

“You want to see it?”

“Is that gay if I kinda do?”

“We both have socks on so I think we’re safe.”

The two of you laughed some more and you stood up from your seat, unzipping your pants and showing what you got.

“…”

“…”

“You must be pretty popular with the ladies at home then.”

You blushed and quickly put yourself away, fixing your pants and clearing your throat.

“Uh yeah, best thing about phalloplasty is that you can choose your size. Heh.”

“You wanna see mine?”

Now that caught you off guard. You had to stop your jaw from hitting the floor so you gave a casual ‘sure’ to your sergeant.

You had to play it cool or he would get a whiff of your wiles.

Not only were you a trans man, but you were incredibly gay.

John set his glass down on the table but didn’t get up from his seat. His hand unzipped his pants and he let out his half hard cock, which was quite the delectable size. 7 inches and you knew he could get bigger with some help from you..

Wait. He was hard?

You bit your lip, your hand gripping your pocket harshly. You couldn’t let yourself get aroused too.

“Come here, private. I won’t bite.”

“Sir..?” You let out a shaky breath. Maybe the whiskey did a little more than you thought. “I..”

“I believe I gave you an order just now,

didn’t I, lad?

Now that made you horny.

You felt your lower parts tingling when you walked up to him.

“Unzip yourself again.”

Your breathing quickened as you did as you were told, pulling out your cock again and taking a seat in his lap.

“I think you’ll do well with us, private. You’re good at following commands.” He mumbled in your ear and you could smell the harsh alcohol on his breath as he spoke.

“Sir-“

You were cut off quickly when you felt his hand on your dick.

You gasped as he started stroking it and you quickly covered your mouth.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He said, his free hand coming up to hold yours away from your lips.

Which reminded him..

His lips leaned in to touch yours and you moaned slightly, quickly accepting his tongue that prodded your bottom lip.

The two of you kissed passionately as his hand kept stroking your dick. You felt a bit more braver and took hold of his too.

He grunted against your mouth when your fingers wrapped around his length and jerked him off as well.

He pulled away from the kiss to messily suck on your neck. You were already moaning and squirming a little in his lap with all the attention you were getting from him.

“Hhnn, John.. please.”

“Please what?”

“…Please fuck me.”

Soap leaned away from your throat to give you another kiss, taking your hand off his cock and holding you from your ass soon after.

Then he stood up to go to the desk and lay you on top of it. But not before he took off your shirt.

Your top surgery scars were healed but still a bit prominent. Usually you used makeup to cover them but had forgotten this time.

You covered your chest and looked away.

“Show me.”

You looked at John with a worried look, and found acceptance in his.

There was no reason to hide from him.

You took away your arms and trembled when Soap leaned down to kiss your scars.

The tears welled up in your eyes and you tried not to cry.

Then jolted a little when you felt his lips wrap around your nipple.

And gave it a few sucks.

You moaned and arched your back into his mouth, whining out his name.

He smirked and pulled away as you breathed heavily, staring at him as he took off his shirt and pulled his pants down to his feet. His cock was 8.5 inches now and very thick.

You were practically drooling at the sight.

John spit in his hand and stroked his dick to lube himself. He also made you suck on his fingers to coat them, since you’d need a bit of prep yourself.

He felt it was good enough and took his fingers out and brought them down to your ass.

He stuck one in and your breathing hitched. You felt it moving in and out for a minute before feeling the other.

Your hand travelled down to stroke your cock, moving your head from side to side quickly as the pleasure was building up. It felt so good and you knew you would be getting close.

But then you felt empty all of a sudden.

You quickly looked at John and whimpered, who could only laugh.

“It’s alright, I figured you’d want something else about now..”

You felt the head of his cock at your entrance and gasped as he pushed in.

It hurt, he was bigger than what you were used to so you had to bite your fist.

“I’m almost all in.. just hold on for me, lad.” John shuddered as he kept burying his cock deeper inside you until you were fully bottomed out.

“Fuck..” He groaned, and started thrusting into you slowly.

“Mmhh, John.. it’s too big..!” You moaned against your hand, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you couldn’t handle it.

“I know you can take it, pretty boy. Don’t give up yet.”

You whined like a puppy, but you didn’t want to disappoint John, and it was actually starting to feel better.

But you were going to be so sore tomorrow.

Soap’s pace was getting faster now and he held your legs, moving them up to go over his broad shoulders.

You looked so submissive underneath him.

It turned him on.

It encouraged the Scottish man to keep pounding into your ass. You could only moan with every bounce against his dick and scratch against the wood of the desk.

The way your heat clenched around him was getting to be too much.

John pulled his cock out and spurted cum all over your stomach.

You came on yourself as well, soon after the other man did.

John stared down at you, panting with beads of sweat going down his chest and forehead.

That was the hardest he’s cum in a while.

He gave you a few minutes to catch your breath and then helped you clean up.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Yes, sir.”

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I’d like to apologize for that transphobia in the beginning of the fic. It’s quite heavy and I don’t want to hurt anyone so I am very sorry if I did so.

At least our sweet John is here to comfort. <3

[ghostselena]

REQUEST:this is my first one so don’t really know how much detail to go i to.um you and rafe are in a secret relationship(mutual decision) and you have a necklace or ring that has a R on it.people start asking what it means and you just say rafe,then they start harassing you about how you’re obsessed with him.yada yada yada,he finds you and confronts everyone at a kegger

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

title: obsessed

warnings: jj being an ass, curse words, verbal argument, anxious reader, overprotective rafe, 18+

a/n: oh this was painful to write cause I don't see the characters reacting this bad... I changed a few things but it is more or less the same concept. It took me a little longer to reply to this cause I've been a bit busy with my semester, but I'm slowly getting back into writing. Sorry if this is bad, I tried. Enjoy! :) [slightly edited]

you may not copy or post this as your own anywhere.

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"I've never seen that necklace before, what does the R stand for?" Kie questioned you as you all sat at the chateau.

You bit your lip nervously, afraid of what your friends might think of you, deciding to go for it, "Uh— it stands for um, rafe," you mumbled the last part quietly, holding onto the thin necklace your boyfriend gave you to celebrate your 4 months together.

"Hold on, what? are you serious?" she came closer, eyeing down the chain before laughing, not believing you for a second, "you're bluffing, who is it, really?"

"I'm serious kie, rafe gave it to me."

"On god, you're dating that kook, y/n??" jj questioned, sitting up from his laying position, all their eyes on you as you sat there quietly

"This is why I didn't wanna say shit," you stood up and walked across the room to grab all of your belonging, and headed towards the door

"You're just gonna leave? probably going over to his house to tell on us." jj protested once more, observing your head turning to face them

"so what? he likes me for the way I am." you scoffed, holding back tears and swallowing down the lump that started forming in your throat

"This is the boy you've been seeing?" kie air quoted with her hands, rolling her eyes over at you

not wanting to be there for one more second- you left, holding your backpack and throwing it over your shoulder, walking back home.

"Can't believe this is the guy she's been obsessed with, the kook king himself," she sighed, pressing her hands against her hips and sitting back down

"as long as she's happy," john b mentioned, shrugging the situation off and grabbing the keys to the twinkie before facing his friends, "we're not letting her walk alone at night, right?"

"Good thinking." pope seconded, the rest of them followed behind as they tried to catch up to you

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You ignored them for the rest of the week, occasionally going out with your boyfriend, only cause he dragged you out

"Babe, you're collecting dust in there, cmon," he sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, keeping you from running back into your home.

You were successful the first two times, but he learned on the third to hold you from escaping his grip

"Rafe, I dont wanna go to a kegger, please." you begged, laying your head against his shoulder, using all your might to change his mind

"It'll be fun, I swear," he pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, moving your bodies towards his truck and easily shifting you up to the passenger seat," However, we can always leave if you're not comfortable," he added in a serious tone manner, walking to the other side to glide into his seat easily- after sliding on your seatbelt and child-locking your side.

you looked away, crossing your arm in annoyance, mad that you couldn't convince him to let you stay, "fine."

"Good girl," he smiled, using his free hand to press it against your left thigh, squeezing it softly, "you're pretty when you're mad,"

shfiting in our seat, your eyes were unable to meet his as you hid your face against your hands, hearing rafe chuckle next to you

"Stop that."

"You love that shit, though," he grins, parking the car and facing you once more, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering there for a few seconds before pulling back.

His touch calmed you, needing him close but he was already opening your door once you opened your eyes.

His hand collected yours, swinging it back and forth softly as you walked towards the beach, nervously biting your lip

He looked down at you, noticing your expression, "We can leave,"

"No. It's fine, let's do this," you looked up at him and smiled, feeling him squeeze your hand softly as he nodded

This was your first time coming out as official to the public, not that you cared, he surely didn't and it calmed you.

As you both walked, more people turned to stare at the two of you, whispering among each other

His friends came towards you, still warming up to the idea of his friend dating someone like you.

"Y/n," topper nodded his head over at you before turning to his friend, giving him a quick fist bump which made you smile, eyeing the crowd of people, a blonde-haired boy catching a glimpse of you made you look away and hold onto Rafe

He looked down at you and wrapped his arms around your waist, continuing his conversation with Topper and Kelce, who was too oblivious to the gossiping that was happening around you.

Your ears grasped into every word that came out of their mouths, having no shame to speak loudly enough for you to hear.

"She was obsessed with him back in high school, wonder what she did to convince him."

"He's dating pogues now? it's that easy?"

"He's just using her, there's no future there."

Every word stung you, using the sleeve of your blouse to wipe away a tear that Kelce quickly noticed, "You good?"

You quickly nod, pushing your boyfriend's hand away from you softly, looking up at him, "Um, I'm gonna use the bathroom, "

"Baby, what happened?" his voice full of concern, dropping the chat with his friend to cup your cheeks in his hand, wiping away the tears that just kept flowing out of your eyes, no longer being able to contain them

"We dont belong together, Rafe, it's- it's so wrong," you choked out, hiding your face against his shirt, not wanting to bring attention to yourself any more than you have

"What? why do you say that?" he held you, chin on top of your head as he rubbed your back softly, trying his best to soothe you

You stayed quiet, embarrassed that you were that easily convinced from girls who didn't make the cut and could never be you.

Holding onto your frame, he looked around the small crowd that had formed around you both

"The fuck are you all staring at? don't have other shit to talk about, huh?" he yelled, narrowing his eyes at each person that would dare to look at him in the eye, "You're all just a bunch of fucking low lives, get a grip."

"We dating pogues now, Cameron?" someone yelled out, to which he quickly answered, glaring at the man who dared to speak, "Who the fuck cares? fuck outta here." his face was now red, ready to stomp over at anyone in his way, but the hand pressed against his chest made him look down, his eyes softening at the sight of your puffy eyes. "It's okay," you mumbled, keeping your arms around him, not wanting to let go.

"No, it's not okay baby, they're making my pretty girl cry, can't have that." he shook his head, pressing another soft kiss against your forehead and holding onto your hand, "If anyone has more shit to say, say it now before I start punching each and every one of you."

No one spoke, avoiding eye contact with the man you knew was capable of doing anything to protect his family, especially someone he loved.

"Leave my girl's name the fuck, out of your dirty ass mouths." he spoke, rubbing your sides and grabbing your hand, "Now you're all gonna continue this dumb ass party and move on."

And that's what they did, the music starting back up and people went back to chatting with one another.

across from you were your friends, who had a soft look on their faces, ready to apologize for their behavior days earlier, it pained them to have hurt you.

But they had their obvious reason, it was too sudden to just accept Rafe with open arms.

With a soft kiss pressed to your lips by your adoring boyfriend, you were able to enjoy the rest of your night, happy to be out with the man you loved.

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Feedback will forever be really,deeply,and simply appreciated. I’d love to know what you think!

[shelbystales]

Honor and Blood - Part six

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 -

Summary: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham. Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you.

Have in mind that this story happens in season 1 and the beef the Shelbys had with the Lees was solved before Tommy got the guns.

Warning: Swearing, fluff, mild smut

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes

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Street music, champagne and balloons.

This is how you managed to attract nearly fifty people to your store.

The day was almost over and you and your family had already sold two tapestries and a necklace, but you knew it would probably be it. You were gaining their trust first. Making contacts and relationships. You didn't expect to be sold out on day one and as much as it sounds good it wouldn't be good for business

You've allowed yourself a glass of champagne to relax, you've been feeling so anxious about it all.

"Beautiful shop," said a man behind you.

You turned around and thanked him with a graceful smile as you swallowed the champagne in your mouth.

"Are you the owner?" he then asked and you shrugged

"Family business" you replied

"Oh yeah... the Sinclairs" he cleared his throat "the same Sinclair as Duke Sinclair?" he asked and you didn't know what to answer. Of course, it would be something that couldn't be hidden, but if he had anything to do with your father in the past, it would jeopardize you, your family, and the store.

Shit.

"Champagne?" you asked feeling your mouth dry and he nodded. You served him and served yourself another glass "what's your name?" you asked smiling

"Billy Kimber you must be Y/N," he said and you felt disarmed.

He knew about you, so he probably knew about your father. There's no chance of lying yourself out of this.

"How do you know who I am?" you asked trying to keep it social and hide your nervousness

"Well, I know your father. I know all about him" he smiled "I must say you weren't what I was expecting... the ugly old redhead finally did something that he must be proud of" he gently tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear and you smiled shyly not really knowing how to respond to that "Don't worry, I know your dad has a lot of enemies but I am not one of them. He worked for me for a while," he said, noticing your nervousness. You nodded not feeling relieved at all with that information. "Where is he?"

"Somewhere in the north. He's on the road" you answered.

"Hmm, well tell him to come to me when he gets back. I need a chat with him or your brother" he said

"Why my brother?" you asked a bit confused

"He probably must be in charge with your dad gone, yes? Keep up," he said and you smiled 'keep up' oh that was funny.

You bit your tongue letting him believe that.

There was no point in saying the truth you just wanted to cut the conversation short because you saw Polly entering the door.

"Oh, yes. Sure... I will tell him that" you smiled "if you excuse me" he nodded and you left.

As soon as Polly saw you she opened her arms and received you with a hug "Hi love" she said "Full house, hm?" she smiled and you nodded

"Crazy huh? Thanks for coming" You laughed

"I said I would" she smiled

As you pulled away from the hug, you saw that familiar face that made your heart race... and his siblings

"Shit, what is it that you are selling here, drugs? That's a lot of fucking people" said John

"Hi, John" you smiled and hugged him "sorry to disappoint but we only sell tapestry and jewelry” he chuckled “Thanks for coming" you did the same with Arthur and then with Tommy.

"Wouldn't miss it" he whispered in your ear as his hands sneaked to your ass and pressed it for a second. You jumped in your spot and smiled at him, wondering if anyone saw it.

"Now, Y/N," Polly said and you took a step away from him to look at her "where are my earrings?" she smiled

"Follow me. You three..." you turned to the brothers that looked at you "there is free champagne. Don't drink too much" you pointed to where the bottle was and blinked.

They smiled and you walked away with Polly.

"I like her, Tommy," Arthur said walking to get himself a glass, and Tommy nodded. If only his brother knew how much he likes you too. “She’s a good woman” he added

“And hot as fuck” John added drinking his already full cup of champagne.

“Yes, she’s. You, show some respects ey, say that again John and I’ll beat your arse” Tommy said in a sort of a joking tone?

“Shit marking territory already, Brother? poor girl…” John said while shaking his head and then took one of his hands to his forehead making fun of his brother as he smiled.

Arthur gave a little laugh

He kept his eyes on you as you showed Polly and some other women the jewelry you had for sale.

You let them put on the earrings and necklaces as they admired themselves in the tinny mirror you held in your hands.

The women were not that pretty, but you complimented them as well as laughed at their unfunny jokes, and they loved it.

She’s good with people, he thought.

You looked so beautiful.

He did notice you had changed the way you dressed. He didn't care much though. He thought you looked beautiful even when you were covered with dirt and moss.

He also had noticed Kimber's presence but chose to ignore it. He wouldn't do business here, not now.

No, today was about you and your people.

“Psst, Kimber is here” Arthur whispered to Tom

“I’ve seen him” he responded “just keep it casual, ey. Let him come to us”

“What is he doing here Tommy?” John asked and Tommy simply looked in his direction, wondering that himself.

What the fuck was he doing here? He is not the kind to show up at places like this to make a presence or something. Did he have any relation with your family? No probably not, the Sinclairs only did deal with the Lees, he reasoned with himself.

You felt his burning eye on you while you were away, showing Poll and some other clients your jewelry. When you looked at him and your eyes met, his gaze sent shivers down your spine.

Fuck how can he have such power over me, you thought taking a deep breath.

Within no time, Kimber made his way to the Shelby brothers.

"Oh look who we have here," he said approaching "came to support your kind hm?" he said and Tommy could notice a bit of disgust in his voice

"We heard there was free champagne" Tommy shrugged making Kimber smile

"Of course you did," he said not impressed "well, I am on my way out. How is our deal?" he asked

"Strong" Tommy answered

"Good…" he nodded "good, well see you then" he gave Tommy his empty glass “take care of that for me will ya” he winked and left.

Tommy felt anger at his action, treating him like a servant… oh but he would soon have what he deserved.

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Around 8 pm the shop was closed and you were dusting with the help of three other Sinclairs.

Today went very well.

You felt proud not only of yourself but of your family too. They behaved well today and worked hard the past week to help bring the shop together.

Two other Sinclairs helped clean up while another counted the storage, to see if anything was stolen.

Tommy and his family have been gone for a while, but you knew they were probably drinking at the Garrison.

You felt exhausted and your feet were sore. Just thinking about the walk you'd have to take to get home, made them ache even more.

You decided to take a seat and relax a little before leaving.

You leaned your back and head against the wall and closed your eyes for a second, but opened them shortly afterwards as soon as you heard someone knocking on the big front window.

You got up to look around and smiled when you saw Tommy.

"Thought you would still be here," he said as you opened the door and greeted you with a peck

You were taken by surprise, you both hadn’t shown affection for each other in front of other people. At least that was the first time.

"Cleaning up" you smiled

"You done?" he asked

"Almost" you answered and he cocked an eyebrow

"Can you leave?" he asked like a kid that was about to skip school.

"Maybe" you smiled

“Then common” he held your hand and pushed you a little out of the shop.

“Calm down!” you said smiling and stopping to scream through the door “I am leaving, don’t forget to close up!”

“Okay!” one of the others answered, you were not sure who.

You both started walking, holding his hand and enjoying the cold air on your face.

“Today was a good day, hm?” He asked and you nodded

“Yes, it was. I am so exhausted and my feet hurt so bad. Also can we not go somewhere too far, please” you said

“It’s not too far I promise. And when we get there we’ll have to do something about those feet, hm?” he asked and you nodded, not really knowing what he meant mind exhausted enough to even think to ask.

You were at the same place the betting shop was, but this time you were entering a different door

"I thought here was the betting shop” you said as you faced a living room and a kitchen

"It is, through that door," he said and pointed at a door that was half-covered with a huge curtain

“Ah” you mumbled “Is this your home?” you asked and he nodded “where’s everyone?”

“Out” he answered sitting on the couch “come” he tapped the sofa inviting you to sit next to him

“It’s a lovely home” you smiled as you sat next to him “well decorated” you smiled

“Polly,” he said and you nodded.

He put his arm around your shoulders and you snuggled into his embrace. His fingers running through your hair. he left a soft kiss on the side of your head and breathed in your scent.

"I'll lit the fire," he said as he stood up and walked to the fireplace.

You nodded and sat there, watching him doing his task. Before he began he took off his cap and overcoat. You saw his muscles working through his shirt as he carried the firewood.

"Do you want to drink something?" he asked as he took one last piece of wood to the fireplace.

"Sure" you smiled

He cleaned his hands on a small piece of fabric and walked over to serve two cups of whisky.

He quickly swallowed all there was in one cup and walked to you with the other glass in his hands.

He placed his free hand on the back of the couch and then leaned closer. His gaze never leaving yours. He handed you the glass and as soon as he did he kissed you slowly and tenderly. Holding your chin up with his cold hands as your tongue danced with his.

He left one last peck on your lips before he moved away. You smiled at him and sipped your drink

He took a lighter and started to lit the fire with tiny pieces of paper ad some whisky. He was doing it wrong, you thought there was an easier way. but you chose to let him do it. Too tired to intervein.

As soon as the fire was lit he walked back to you to sit by your side again and surprised you when he took one of your feet into his hands.

"What are you doing?" you asked trying to push it away and place it back on the floor but he held it.

"You said they were sore," he said taking off your shoe but you moved to stop him once again. He place one of his hands on your thigh and said "let me take care of you, love. Don't worry, ey"

You nodded and allowed him to take your shoe off. His calloused hands roamed your feet as he pressed slightly on the right spots. Massaging it, making the discomfort go away.

You relaxed on the sofa settling into it. You let your head fall back and exhaled.

"Feels good?" he asked

"Too damn good" you answered

The living room was already cozy and warm by the time he finished both the massage on both feet.

"Thank you," you said sitting up to look at him

"Whatever you need, love" he caressed your cheek. You smiled and kissed him.

"And when are we going to talk about what you need, hm?" you asked with a mischievous grin as one of your hands made way to his groin.

He smiled at you and you kissed him once again.

In a matter of seconds, you felt the volume grow inside his pants.

"You hard enough for me already?" You asked teasingly

"What can I say? you have an effect on me," he shrugged and you chuckled, enjoying what you heard.

You opened his zipper and moved to kneel in between his legs. He held his waist up as you pushed his pants and briefs down, freeing his rather large cock.

Fuck, you thought seeing his size. Feeling more and more anxious to have him now.

You started to caress his cock, with a firm hold of it. Spreading the precum all over it

He smiled slightly at the sight of you. He'd been daydreaming about you in between his legs or rather bent over his bed while he fucked you. Sometimes even his nightmares were calmed by the sight of you or somehow by the idea of having you

You started to leave small kisses on his head. Teasing a bit.

He took his hand to your head, fixing your hair so he could hold it all in one hand.

You smiled seductively and licked the head before taking him into your mouth.

Thomas let his head fall back for a second enjoying the feeling of your mouth.

You moved your head slowly as you sucked him.

“Fuck… that feels so good, love” he said, his voice deeper than ever. He raised his head and looked are you “show me what that sweet mouth of yours can do, ey”

You took him deeper in your throat, at first just adjusting to his size. The second time you took him further deep and let him there for longer.

“Fuck that’s it” he mumbled as response

“You like that,hm?” You asked as you breathed a little before taking him back into your mouth. You were not used to dirty talk but he seemed to be into it so you made and effort.

“You have no idea, love” he said

You eventually found a rhythm. And when his grip on your hair tightened while he appeared to have a hard time keeping his waist still, you knew he was close.

Your suspicions were confirmed when he said out of breath “I’m close, love”

You took a deep breath at took him deeper. Feeling him against the muscles on your throat. You caressed his balls at the same time.

He breathed out soundly as you took his length out of your mouth so that you could breath.

“Just like that, love” he said with his eyes closed.

You only had to do it two more times until he came in your mouth.

“Fuck” he grunted breathless as his body shivered and his orgasm washed over him.

You tried to swallow it all soon as his seeds entered your mouth, trying not to make a mess but you failed and his cum dripped out of your mouth, especially because you keep moving your head slowly as you allowed him to be overwhelmed by the feeling of your touch.

“Such a good girl” he caressed your cheek and you smiled releasing him “didn’t think you would want to do that” he added as he cleaned the dripping cum on your chin with his thumb.

“Why not?” You asked as You cleaned your mouth and sat back on the couch.

He let his back fall back into the sofa. He tilted his head to look at you “Most women don’t” he said and shrugged. you frowned.

Why the fuck was he comparing you to other women he had sex with just right after you sucked his fucking dick?

“Well I’m not most women and don’t you ever say that again” you said angrily.

“You got mad?” He asked cocking an eyebrow but you didn’t answer. You looked away

Of course you got mad what if you said that to him? Most men don’t. Was that what you were? Just another one he would add to his most women do?

“ey” he reached to you and touched your arm caressing it “what is it, love? Are you jealous?” He chuckled

Was he trying to make it worst? You thought rolling your eyes

“Fuck off” you warned him and stood up. He frowned and quickly sat up and closed his zíper realizing now that maybe he didn’t read the situation right.

You walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of water and clean your face properly.

He came right after you

“What’s wrong?” He asked

You shot a deadly look at him and shook your head.

“Were you thinking about the other women when I was sucking your fucking dick? Comparing me all the way through?” You asked and he shook his head

“No… why the fuck would I?” He shrugged as you cleaned yourself with a napkin

“Then why would you say that?” You asked

“I just answered your question” he shrugged again.

Were you overeating? Was it your self conscious mind playing games with you?

“Ey, common, love…” he approached you “are you really mad?” His hands roamed over your lower back

“I didn’t like it. I don’t like being compared to others Tommy” you answered

“You don’t?” You shook your head “Ok, I won't do it again. But... what if I told you that that was the best blowjob a woman has ever given me, would you be mad?” He teased you pressing his body against yours

“As far as I am concerned you don’t receive it often because most women don’t” you mocked and he smiled and pulled you into a kiss.

You kissed him back. Choosing to ignore whatever just happened. Maybe you overreacted, but even if you didn’t it was not a fight worth stressing about. So you gave into the kiss.

As he kissed you he could still taste himself on your lips and tongue.

He pressed you against the kitchen counter and you could feel the fire inside you starting to grow again.

“I’ve to go home” you said

“Sleep ‘ere” he said and kissed you again. You shook your head

“I can’t… maybe another day” you smiled and he nodded.

“Ok, I’ll take you home” he said and as much as you tried to tell him that it wasn’t necessary, he insisted.

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