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#so we kicked out a roommate for disregarding our covid precautions and being a general dick about my long covid#we didn't have him pay rent for the first three years of the pandemic#because times were hard#this is some of the stuff he did on the way out#i guess im glad he didn't use the spray paint?#he took the raised parts of the raised beds#i wish i had half the energy he has to be petty#we only had him paying 300 for a room when we asked him to start paying rent again#partially because times are hard and partially as an apology for me being disabled#because i can't perform to his expectations anymore#anyway big sigh of relief#also fuck leftists who don't mask
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MORESAL of praise | e.m.
Pairing: Up-and-coming Musician!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend Musician reader
Warning: 18+ Cursing, Smut (p in v), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Reader is intimidated by Eddie's size, Praise kink, Pet names, cockwarming, Eddie being a tool, barely proofread, reader and Eddie are both in their mid-twenties, From y/n perspective
Word count: 2.7k
Divider cred → @saradika-graphics
There's a squeak to my door that needs fixing, and a water leak somewhere that needs tending.
I asked my tenant to fix it, but he tells me: "This is what you get when you pay $300 a month."
The Luminary, home of musicians trying to live for cheap.
I sit my guitar case on the creaking floors, and kick off my ten-hut boots.
My apartment had been cold. A dull gray atmosphere manifested itself not only due to the cold weather outside but also the poor insulation through my apartment walls.
The door to my room was slightly cracked and I noticed between the lines of static silence were the faint sounds of acoustic strings.
I opened the door. In my room, there was one dim lamp light lit. It shined a yellow hue on my boyfriend, who sat on the edge of my bed. Eddie had been playing his black acoustic guitar--the one he wrote "This machine slays dragons" in white paint on, his notebook he often wrote in laid open next to him, a black ink pen between the margins of the notebook.
He doesn't look up at me when I tell him "Hi."
His concentration was on the nylon strings of his acoustic guitar as he mutters an "Oh, hey." back.
My boyfriend looked beautiful at the moment, inattentive, yet beautiful. The warm yellow tone reflected his pallor skin, strands of his thick curly hair tucked behind his ear, and a brown celluloid guitar pick between his teeth. Somewhat of a Vermeer painting.
I walk over to my dresser.
"Sorry, I'd broken in." Eddie says. "I needed to be somewhere quiet, my roommates wouldn't give me that." The roommates that had also doubled as Eddies bandmates.
"It's okay." I say, while shimming out of my black satin skirt. "I was going to ask if you wanted to come over tonight anyway."
My skirt falls to the floor, it pools around my ankles. Next to come off is my stockings, then my shirt, and lastly my bra.
I catch Eddies eyes lingering on my bareback as I fish for something I can sleep in. My hands pick a shirt that said "Margaritaville" and was four sizes too big.
When I turn back around to Eddie, he's back to strumming a random chord then he writes it down in his notebook.
In the small bathroom that connected to my bedroom, I don't look myself in the mirror when I take off my panties and throw them into the hamper.
Now getting into bed, I crawled over to where Eddie sat, sitting behind him on the weight of my knees.
Eddie had seemed to form some sort of a strumming pattern with his song, but he didn't seem to like the sound of it by the harsh glare he gave his guitar.
"It sounds pretty." I assure him.
He lets out a low mumble that sounds like a "Thank you."
"Thinking about playing it to the guys, play it at our audition at Beacon records, maybe?"
I hum as I slowly walked on my knees, my calloused hands gripping his bare shoulders. "Mmm-hmm," I say as he kept speaking, but I was too busy stroking his hair to fathom anything he was saying.
I lean in closer to his body, enveloping myself in his warmth.
My boyfriend: the thermal.
I bring my lips to his neck, and in one long hard suck, I kiss the flesh. His reaction is what catches me off guard.
"Babe." he turns to me, he stares at me with the same glare he gave his guitar. "I'm almost done." He continued. "Then we can do whatever you want."
The music continues.
My bottom lip start to poke out, and I probably would've started to cry if he was a bit more harsher.
I start to scoot to the head of the bed. "Take as long as you want. I'm going to bed." I tell him.
I get underneath my cold blankets, lay to my side and force myself to sleep (despite not being sleepy).
Suddenly, his strumming stops.
With one eye opened, I peak at him (out of curiosity). I squeeze both my eyes shut when I feel Eddie get up from the bed, his bones cracking in the mitts.
He leans his guitar on the wall, and places his closed notebook on the bedside table.
We accidentally make eye contact when he turns off the lamp light, I squeeze my eyes in a haste, but l feel the smirk on his lips illuminating in the darkness of my room.
Eddie then slips underneath the covers beside me, his clipped nails and rough hands graze the plush of my slender hips. I feel his smirked lips kiss the dip of my shoulder blade.
"I'm trying to sleep." I mumble.
"No you're not." He says, breathing on the nape of my neck.
I feel Eddie's muscular hands turn me over by the shoulders. When we're face to face I get a glimpse of his shadow covered face, alabaster skin darker then normal.
Eddie traces a finger over the line of my jaw and pulled my body tight to his chest. His body heat makes me feel less cold. Eddie brings a warmness to me that spreads from my temples, to my limps and it makes me melt like ice cream on a midsummer day's night.
"You're freezing." he states.
My lips part as his thump soothes the petal skin of my jawline.
"Lemme make you warm. Lemme make up for before, yeah?" He said in that voice I couldn't resist. It's a low, gravelly tone. A tone filled with assurance and leverage.
And though I wanted to roll over and play sleep, I simply couldn't. With sluggish eyes and a parted mouth (due to his thumb playing with my bottom lip) I found myself nodding to Eddie's words.
As Eddie crawls on top of me, I combed my fingers through his thick dark curls. Eddie's the one to close the gap between our mouths.
The kiss begins with the utmost tenderness. It was long enough that I could inhale his breath, feel the warmness of his skin, and tasted the last thing that lingered on his lips (the celluloid guitar pick).
But, with the hunger of a starving man, Eddie deepens the kiss. I responded to him with a low mewl between the gnawing and the suckling.
When I feel Eddie's hand snake to where our cores met, I stopped him.
He hovers over me with concerning eyes, and red-bitten lips.
"Did I do something wron--"
"I want to ride you." I breathlessly say, earning another smirk from him and glint in his eyes.
In a swift motion, Eddie and I switched places, with him now being on the bottom while I was on top. Eddie rests his back on the metallic bars of my headboard. In this position, the moonlight peaking from my curtains had shined on his face, leaving me in the shadows.
I start to adjust myself by bunching the hem of my shirt around my waist; Eddie adjusts himself by lifting his weight to pull down his boxers, and that's when I feel it.
I feel the warmth that radiates from his cock to my wet slit. His tip nearly meshing with my clit.
Eddie's cock had had a slight curved mushroom shape to it with a hefty girth to it as well, with three large straining veins running along the side of it.
His reddening tip spewed drops of clear pre-cum that leaked down from his dick and to my thighs.
I gawked at his cock, with slightly parted lips.
Oh, how I yearned for Eddie to be inside of me all day. During my yearning, Eddie was on top. It occurred to me then that I'd never ridden Eddie before. Eddie is always the one to do the penetrating.
My eyes met with his, a devious look in his deep, earthy brown eyes.
"Sorry." I mutter.
Eddie looks at me with a condescending grin as I lift myself up by my knees. I give a few tugs to his cock, before aligning his length to my entrance.
I feel the supple wetness of my cunt drip down my thighs and onto the puddle of Eddie's pre-cum that resides there, as I inch him closer to me.
It was either the intimidation or excitement in my lower belly that lead me to stop.
"Can you help me?" I mumble.
"What?" Eddie says, cuffing his hand behind his ear. Whatta prick.
"You heard me." I said.
"I believe I didn't sweetheart, you were mumbling."
He knew for a fact he heard me; we were so close to one another that I could listen to the fluids swishing around in his belly. But for the sake of it,
"Can you help me?" I repeat, this time loud and clear.
"Ohh, that's what I thought you said." He decides to play dumb, desperation pulls on my face. "Thought you wanted to ride me, huh?"
"I do, but I'm scared it won't fit." I say.
"It fit all those other times." He rebuttals.
"But all those other times weren't like this." I stare deep into his eyes and poke out my bottom lip. "Please, just help me."
"Oh, don't cry sweets, you know I was gonna help ya, y'know." He tells me. "But first, take off your top fr'me."
I comply, watching him watch me take off my "Margaritaville" shirt and discarding it onto the floor.
Now completely bare, I feel my nipples start to pebble at the cool breeze of my apartment.
Eddie's mouth latches onto my left breast like a moth to a flame. I feel his hand give my right breast a firm squeeze. As his lips and tongue revolved around my sensitive buds, the tips of his curls tickled my chest.
"Eds." I gasp, bringing his head closer to my chest as if I were trying to feed him.
In the next moment, he spilled a few drops of saliva on my other nipple and flicked the newly wet nub, and started to suck on the puffy skin.
"Eds, baby, you're doing so good." I moan. Eddie hums in acknowledgment, concentrating on my left nipple like it was his guitar and notebook.
"But please, Eddie, I need you inside of me; I'm dripping here." I whine.
Eddie slowly detaches himself from my right nipple, a string of saliva connecting his lips from my nub. He looks down at the slickness that coats his and my thighs.
"Shit." he curses. He looks at me with those chocolate brown eyes of his, and a look of flattery on his face. "And I didn't even have to touch that little clit of yours to have you dripping like this."
"Eddie, please!"
"Alright, alright." He says. "By the way, y'know you're beautiful when you're all whiney and struggling on me."
Before I can rebuttal, I see Eddie gripping the thick base of his cock; as he brings his tip to my entrance, I bite on my bottom lip out of pure anticipation.
A faint sigh of relief died on our lips as Eddie melded inside me. I let out a shaky gasp at the sudden stretch. For a brief second, I sit on his cock, taking in his size, taking in his heat.
Involuntary, I clench around his girthy length as a response his cock throbs inside of me. I think if we knew morse code, our private parts could have a flirty conversation without each of us knowing; I giggle at this thought.
Eddie wraps his arms tightly around my waist "You got this mama." He pecks the skin of my collarbone.
With doe eyes I slowly nod my head, before slowly starting to grinding my hips onto his.
"That's it, baby, keep going." Eddie praises, looking up at me with such admiration. I start to quicken my pace, feeling my slick and clit coat his torso.
As Eddie's lips ravishes the dip of my neck, he breaths against my skin: "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now."
"Then do it." I say. "Fuck me."
And with the quick placement of his large hands groping the plush fat of my waist, Eddie starts to slam my body up and down on his cock in a bouncing motion.
I mewl at his relentless thrust. Groaning every time I feel his ridged cock dragging inside of my gummy walls, I whimper when I feel him graze my sweet-spot, only for him to draw himself back and slam right back into me.
The only sounds to fill the air was skin on skin, hard smacks coming from each time our bodies thrashed.
"Fuckin' shit." Eddie groans. "Look at my girl, taking me so well." Butterflies swarm inside of my belly.
I look down to where Eddie and I connected once again, I see the lips of my cunt touch the base of his cock and then back up to his tip. Eddie fingertips graze the meat of my ass, he gives my cheeks a tight squeeze.
My cup runneth over.
My eyes begin to flutter close. "M'close." I murmured against Eddie's lips. I was tottering on the edge of my climax.
Eddie switches from mercilessly slamming me unto his cock to grinding, rubbing me against him. With the palms of his hands splayed across my ass cheeks, he rubs me closer to him in fast, greedy motions.
"Eds, M'close!" I whine.
"Finish f'me, sweets." He says, voice hoarse like he was on the edge of his climax too.
It was the hoarseness in Eddie's voice, the bead of sweat sloping down the side of his face, and then the delicious feeling of his cock finally bumping into my sweet spot.
A plethora of moans escapes my lips. My back arches at the shockwaves of pleasure that ebbs and flows throughout my body. There's a ripple of orgasmic delight all over. My cunt starts clenching and unclenching around Eddie's cock.
Accompanied with the sounds of our skin slapping is the wet slick coming from my spent cunt.
Lazily, I collapsed into Eddie's chest and bury my face in the croak of his neck, giving him quick little pecks on the hot flesh--my body twitching every now and then.
Eddie still fucks into me.
"Almost there, sweets." he elongates. "You're so good to me." He kisses my cheek. "Always taking me so well in that little cunt of yours, always letting me use you, even when you're on top."
You would think Eddie was talking me through my orgasm, but he was talking him through his, I think his own praised turned him on twice as much.
I start to feel Eddie's cock spasm inside of me. I'm too spent to do anything but pull him tighter to me.
He pushes himself all the way in and stills himself. I feel his cock swell up, and in those two seconds of stillness I can feel just how large Eddie really is.
With each spurt of cum, Eddie's cock pulsates. I feel the warmth and pressure of his cum coating my cervix. With each spurt, Eddie lets out low (gravelly) groans.
Eddie kisses my forehead.
I lay on his chest, listening to the fast paced pumping of his heartbeat. My eyelids start to fall and I start to feel that post-coital weariness.
I try to move myself off of Eddie, but my sore and stiff hips and limps makes it hard.
"What are you doing?" Eddie asks me as I try to move beside him.
"Eddie, I have to get off of you, we can't stay in this position all night." I say.
"Says who?"
And as I snuggled back into Eddie's lap, his semi-hard cock starting to soften inside my warm cunt, I told Eddie he was right.
Who said we couldn't stay enveloped in each other's warmth for the rest of the night? Two lovers wrapped around one another in a cold bed in the cold Luminary. With no money, dead-end jobs, a guitar in hand, and dreams not only of each other but dreams of making a difference someday.
Eddie didn't need to be famous to make a difference in people's lives when he'd already made a difference in mine, my beautiful boyfriend.
#stranger things#eddie munson smut#rockstar eddie munson#musician eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#Fem reader#stranger things fic#crookedteethed#Eddie munson smut#trends#trending#joseph quinn
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hi. alot is happening. bumming off wifi rn. i'm copy/pasting someone from a doc i started in libra office with no internet.
A LOT IS HAPPENING BEHIND THE SCENES AND I’M KEEPING TRACK.
The landlady has made excuses to not give us back the security deposit. She keeps having Dave’s boss call him in a foul mood will all kind of threats and accusations of things we supposedly broke/ruined.
1.) On our first night out of there she has already threatened to call the cops on us by claiming that we filled the house with perfume before we left so it’ll hurt her. What happened was we cleaned it because she demanded that it was clean like it supposedly was when we moved in(it wasn’t clean when we moved in). We used that Meyers shit, which has a pretty muted scent and is supposed to be safe for the environment. And it was just basic sweeping, dusting, and then doing up the ktichen and bathroom just to be safe.
2.) Today she has claimed that we filled the washing machine with motor oil to ruin it as punishment before we left. She swears the whole house smells of oil, after screaming about it smelling like too much perfume that was supposedly used to hurt her breathing. Mind you, mom is an asthmatic so we can’t use things with strong scents because it will fuck her up. If we bought oil, it would be for the van cuz that shit is expensive and we wouldn’t be wasting it on HER of all people.
By now, Dave’s boss is aware that she cannot legally withold the deposit and that she’s trying to use the fact that Dave is a dumbass, against him. Mom however, knows the laws, and the lease said nothing about not using scented cleaners OR perfumes, and she does not have a legit reason to not give us the $1600 back. If she took it to court it would not hold. She has to make an itemized list of her claims, Dave has to acknowledge whether or not they are true, and then it goes to court.
fyi I took videos of everything in the house. Bethy’s Room, Mom’s Room, Bathroom, Living Room, Dining Room, Kitchen. All items that were hers, such as the Oven, Fridge, Washer, Dryer, Toilet, Sinks,Tub/Shower, random Recycle Bin, and Wall Hangings. Inside and Out. All details were recorded before we left. I even recorded us leaving at exactly 11:23 PM Feb 15th 2024, and recorded turning the light off.
Let’s see if she comes up with something else tomorrow. ~5:22 PM Feb, 17th 2024
3.)
Feb, 21st 2024:
I’ve just been informed by Bethy that Dave has gone on to further embarrass us. He insists that he’s got all these racing friends(and tbf they promised to help fund a big event to raise money for us 2 years ago, and then ghosted him AND Bethy when they asked what they had to do to help) who will help and has been harassing them for money.
One of them, an active dirt racer, posted a screenshot with Dave’s full name in a text convo begging for cash. And then half a dozen other dirt racers, active and retired, shared that he’s been hitting them up for money too. How he was in people’s posts about random shit beggn for money and then how he got swindled under his own comment by someone mocking him and posting the same thing he did with a small wording change about leaving an abusive house and Dave not only fell for it but then said he’d try to help them.
And now the greater dirt racing community is aware of this and are mocking him and us and some are making inquiries about Bethy’s well-being in connection to Dave. And their wives are having things to say about how he’s a bad parent and she should be taken away from him.
And I need to remind everyone that this is to pay off a blackmailer who is demanding $300 a week now. Bethy got a bit more info out of him on that and it apparently involves a photo. And there are only 2 types of photos that can get him in legal trouble(since he believes he CAN go to jail over this). So either he sent an unsolicited dick pic, which won’t receive much punishment cuz he’s a man who LOOKS white enough. OR it’s child p0rn, and he’s never given that vibe out of everything fucked up with him so I’m not exactly sure.
But he walks around demanding to know ‘did anyone give us money yet’ and people have donated to the GFM and Mealtrain, and I’ve earned about $100 on Ko-Fi recently, and we haven’t told him cuz he won’t use it for anything good.
He’s been bumming extra money off his boss despite knowing that the van need fixing, we need hot water and heat, and several other problems that need fixing ASAP. And his boss is asking questions and is getting nastier and nastier cuz he doesn’t trust Dave’s intentions and shitty lying.
There is no lease. The owner of this house knows Dave's boss and they supposedly came to an agreement that so long as Dave fixes up this house, we can stay here in the mean time for free. They supposedly made an agreement that Dave's boss will buy everything we need to fix the house up and then send all the receipts to the friend who will then pay him back.
And now Dave's boss is getting so fed up with Dave and his wishy-washy behavior and begging for all this money all the time that he does not earn, that he is now saying he never made any such promises. And he refuses to contact the owner of this house at all. There is no recording. No contract. No signatures. No proof that such a discussion went down at all. It is Dave’s word(unreliable) against the boss’(the one with money and power here) word.
Dave has no way to contact the owner either. Cuz he didn’t think that was necessary apparently. He was perfectly fine making his boss the go-between until his boss got angry.
So our ability to even stay here is hanging in the balance.
Can’t wait to see what other bad news I’m gonna find out.
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300 - Part 2 - Emily & Aaron
Emily, Aaron and their love as observed by their friends.
AKA - the five times the team see them love each other, and the one time they don't even try to hide it.
My 300th Hotchniss fic
Part 2/2
-x-
Hi friends,
Thank you so much for the love on Part 1 - it genuinely means the world to me. I would write you all 1000 Hotchniss fics (and lets be real i'm 1/3 of the way there).
As ever your support means the world to me, and I hope you like this part 2 of our idiots just being hopelessly, completely in love with each other.
-x-
Words: 4.2k
Warnings: None
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
Aaron & Emily
She wakes up slowly, her senses kicking in one by one as she blearily blinks and groans, pressing her face into Aaron’s chest as she snuggles deeper into his embrace. He chuckles against her hairline and runs his hand up and down her back, his palm sneaking under her t-shirt, his t-shirt, to press his skin against hers.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he says, his voice gravelly, thick with sleep. She loved his voice in the morning, loved that it was somehow deeper than normal, that it was something just for her. She hums and tilts her head to look up at him, her eyes meeting his through heavy eyelids as she places her hand on his cheek and drags him in for a kiss.
“Morning,” she mutters against his lips, kissing him again, “What time is it?”
He looks at his watch and fights a yawn as he places his hand on her back again, “Almost 8 am.”
She groans and presses her face into his neck, untangling her leg from between his to hook it over his hip so she can get closer, “Before you, I used to sleep in,” she grumbles, kissing his jaw, “I just had to fall in love with a morning person.”
He suppresses a laugh, well aware from experience that even in a half-asleep state she’d be mad at him if she thought he was making fun of her, “It’s worth it though, right?”
She hums and nods against him, tilting her head back to look at him. She runs her fingers through his hair, smiling to herself when it flops back into position, “Totally worth it.”
They’d been together for just over a year and she struggled to remember how it felt to live without love like this. It was all-encompassing, the kind of thing she’d only ever read about before him, what she’d once believed only existed in romance novels she’d indulge in when on vacation. He and Jack were everything. Her Hotchner boys filling gaps in her chest she hadn’t known existed, all three of them helping each other heal from the things they had been through. She loved them so much that it scared her at times, her happiness so reliant on them that she worried about them constantly, anything as small as a scratch on either of them enough to make her panic.
It was a price worth paying, she thought. The love, joy and happiness far outweighing the pain that inevitably came with loving someone.
“Good to know,” he replies wryly, cupping the back of her head to hold her in place as he presses a kiss to her forehead.
She smiles softly at him, resting her head on his shoulder as she yawns. He starts to run his hand up and down her back again and she knows if he carries on she’ll fall asleep, “Can we just stay here all day? For someone who has moved as often as I have, I’m exhausted.”
He’d asked her to move in with him months ago, not too long after they told the team about them, but after a long discussion, they’d decided to find somewhere new. To buy a house for them and Jack and whoever may come along in the future. To create a home that neither of them had been a part of in a long time, or in her case - ever. It had taken a long time to find somewhere that felt perfect for them, somewhere that they could see themselves spending the rest of their lives.
They’d only just moved in a few weeks ago, the last of the boxes from their old places now in the house. They were slowly unpacking. Their bedroom and Jack’s were sorted, as were the kitchen and the living room, but the dining table still hadn’t been delivered, the home office was just full of boxes. She knew they had to finish unpacking, but she wanted to leave it for a day and spend some time relaxing with her boyfriend.
He looks down at her, and he blows out a slow breath, making sure to school his features before she looks at him, “Actually, sweetheart, I have to go into the office for a little bit this afternoon.”
She scoffs and shifts to look at him, her eyebrows furrowed together, “Oh, why?”
He pushes some of her hair from her forehead, “Strauss.”
She rolls her eyes and rests her head back on his shoulder, “Well what am I supposed to do?” She asks, reaching for his hand and linking their fingers together, “You’ll be at work, Jack is with Jess. I’ll be here all by myself.”
She used to treasure her alone time, used to pride herself on the fact she was good at being alone, but she couldn’t be anymore. Even though they’d only just officially moved in together she couldn’t remember the last time she spent a night apart from him. She didn’t like being alone anymore, it was too quiet when Aaron wasn’t next to her, tapping his fingers on her thigh as he read a case file, or when she couldn’t hear Jack’s cartoons from the next room when she was in the kitchen.
He smiles, pressing his thumb to the slight pout of her lower lip, “Why don’t you call JJ? See if she’s free.”
She hums and nods, “Yeah, I’ll do that. Will is working today so she’ll be free,” she smiles, kissing his thumb, “I can get in some Henry cuddles,” she kisses his thumb again, “You’ll come home as soon as you can though?”
He nods and leans in to kiss her, his smile pressed against her lips, “I’ll always come straight home to you.” ___
Aaron
He feels the nerves bubbling in his chest as soon as he steps into the bullpen.
He gives himself a moment to himself, knowing it will be the last one he has all day, before he pushes open the glass door and smiles as his friends look up.
“I’d about time you showed up,” Dave grumbles, raising his eyebrow at him as he places a box of candles down on Emily’s desk, “You’re the one proposing and you’re the last one here.”
Aaron can’t help but smile, the ring box in his pocket suddenly seeming slightly heavier as he thinks about it. He’d had this planned for weeks, every detail something he’d agonised over, second guessing himself over whether he’d made the right decision in how he was going to ask Emily to marry him. They’d discussed marriage, so she knew it was coming at some point, but he still wanted to surprise her. It’s why he’d got the team involved, his uncharacteristic request for help with something personal had piqued their interest immediately. Penelope had been close to giddy, so excited he’d had to ask her to calm down so Emily didn’t hear her.
“We were running a little late this morning,” he says, “JJ said she’d keep Emily busy for as long as we needed her to.”
“How come JJ gets to go shopping as part of this,” Derek says, raising his eyebrow as he tilts his head towards the box of rose petals he had on his desk, “And I’m on rose petal duty?”
Dave rolls his eyes, “Because it wouldn’t be believable if you asked her to go to the mall with you, Morgan.”
Derek sticks his tongue out at him and Penelope scoffs, a clipboard in her hand with a to-do list she had printed out herself, “We don’t have time for you to act like children,” she says, shaking her head, “Rossi - candles, Derek - rose petals.”
“What am I here for?” Spencer asks, putting his hand up, his lips pressed together, his amusement slowly fading as Penelope glares at him.
“To help where it’s needed, genius,” she replies, looking back and forth between her list and the rest of them, “Well come on. We don’t have forever and I won’t let you ruin this for me.”
Aaron clears his throat and raises his eyebrow at her, “Garcia, I think you mean you won’t let them ruin this for me and Emily?”
She waves at him dismissively, “That too,” she says, “Now you just need to go to your office and set it up.”
He suppresses a smile and nods, catching Dave’s eye as he salutes her, “Yes ma’am.”
He walks up to his office, the din of the team's conversation fading away as he closes the door behind him, taking a breath to centre himself as soon as he is alone.
This was the place where he’d met Emily, where their paths had crossed and their lives had started to intertwine in a way he never could have anticipated. He’d been attracted to her immediately, her beauty undeniable even then. He never could have known that he’d one day know her as he did, that he’d know she had a patch of freckles on her shoulder that bloomed every summer, or that her skin always smelt faintly of vanilla. That her embrace was one of the few places he’d one day find safety. Home a place he found somewhere between her collarbone and her shoulder.
He wished he could have been nicer to her when they first met, that he could go back and tell himself he was talking to the woman who would end up being the love of his life, but he knew everything happened as it should have. That they could never trust each other as much as they did now without that initial distrust and what it had led them to, a flight to Milwaukee just the two of them forging a friendship that would one day turn into so much more.
She always said that he liked to rewrite their history, that he liked to underplay just how little he trusted her at first, but it was true. He’d been attracted to her the moment they met. Her smile and firm handshake, the way her eyes sparkled in a way he now knew covered the trauma she’d just been through in a job that wasn’t on her official record, had drawn him in. Like a moth to a flame as his marriage crumbled around him, the very thought of Emily enough to make him angry at himself. Pouring gasoline on the flame of guilt that climbed up his throat during every disagreement with Haley, something that had only got worse as time went on.
When he met Emily he never could have known how important she’d come to be to him, how integral to his and his sons’ lives she’d become, and now he couldn’t imagine life without her. She’d helped put him back together, something she seemingly never tired of, picking up the pieces again and again when old demons came out of the shadows. He did the same for her, being the strength she needed when it all seemed too much. It was something he felt privileged to do, to be the person she let past the barriers she had built around herself long before they had ever met.
He was excited to spend the rest of his life with her, to make the house they’d just moved into a home. To raise Jack and hopefully a couple more kids with her. To kiss her every morning, to let her know that she was loved every day. Even though they’d talked about marriage, and he knew it was something they both wanted, he could still feel nerves rolling through his gut. Excitement at the prospect of forever with her fizzing under his skin.
He smiles to himself as he approaches his desk and he pulls the ring box out of his pocket and places it down, his fingers lingering on the velvet.
This is where he met her, and it was where he’d ask her to spend the rest of her life with him.
___
Emily
“Aunt Emily!”
She turns at the sound of Henry’s voice and she smiles, opening her arms and crouching down as the 5-year-old races towards her, leaving JJ behind. She scoops him up into her arms and rests him on her hip, pressing a kiss to his head as he wraps his arms around her neck.
“Hi buddy,” she says, kissing his head again and chuckling as JJ finally makes it to their side, “You already wearing Mommy out?”
“He sure is,” JJ says, placing her hand on Henry’s head for a moment, ruffling his hair, “You know not to run away from Mommy.”
He shrugs and leans in further to Emily, “But I saw Aunt Emmy.”
Emily and JJ exchange a quick smile and she tilts her head to look at the little boy in her arms, “I would have waited, honey. No need to run,” she says, adjusting her hold on him slightly as she looks back at her friend, “So, what stores did you need to go to?”
Something close to panic flashes through JJ’s eyes only for a second, her smile tight as she shrugs, “Oh, nowhere in particular,” she says, “Did you need to go somewhere?”
Emily narrows her eyes slightly, and almost reminds her friend that she was the one who said she needed to go to the mall, and that she was only tagging along because she was home alone, but she lets it slide. She clears her throat and shrugs, turning her attention to Henry, bouncing him in her embrace.
“Well, I promised Jack some new Legos, so do you want to help me pick some out?”
Henry’s face lights up and he nods enthusiastically, “Legos!”
JJ laughs and starts leading the way, “The Lego store it is.”
Henry convinces her that Jack needs two new Lego sets and she can’t help but shake her head at herself as she pays. She was a pushover when it came to Henry and Jack, and she knew she would be for her future children too. It was something Aaron always gently made fun of her for, a loving smile on his face as he said he would have to be the disciplinarian at work and at home, as if he wasn’t also wrapped around Jack’s finger. It would always warm her from the inside out when she thought about their future, the future she would have once thought was nothing but a fantasy bright and real right in front of her.
When she was in Paris, dead to almost everyone, a life like this had seemed impossible to consider. A fantasy she’d run through every night to chase her nightmares away as she lay in bed and tried to sleep. She already knew she loved Aaron by that point, feelings she could no longer deny bursting free from where she’d buried them deep in her chest at the thought of never seeing him again. Even when she came home she had thought it would never happen, that she was simply too damaged to be with him. He’d been hurt so much already and she didn’t want to add to that, didn’t want her scars to stick to his, pulling them into each other in a way that was unhealthy.
The first time they kissed it was like the world had restarted, even though she wasn’t aware it had stopped. Everything shifted in a moment, all the things she had once believed she would never get to experience suddenly within reach. They made each other better, loved every single thing about each other, especially the broken parts, and every day she woke up hoping to make him feel even half as loved as he made her feel. It was a privilege to be loved by him, to love him back, and she would happily go through everything all over again just to make it right to this point.
“Do you want to go and get something to eat?” JJ asks after they’ve been wandering around for a while, Henry’s hand firmly in Emily’s and she feels her stomach roll at the thought and she shakes her head.
“I’m okay,” she replies, turning her nose up at the mere idea of the smell of the food court, “You two can go get something to eat if you want,” she says, checking her watch, “Aaron will probably be on the way home soon anyway, so I could just head-”
“No,” JJ says, cutting over her as she checks her own watch, “It was just an idea I’m not hungry,” she adds before blowing out a breath, “Why don’t we just do a little more shopping? Surely you need some things for the house?”
Emily narrows her eyes at her friend but nods, “Okay, sure. We still need some things for the dining room.”
“Perfect,” JJ says, smiling as she nods in the direction of the home goods store, “Let's go.”
She looks down at Henry as they follow JJ, “Your Mommy is in a weird mood today, honey.”
Later, when she looked back on it she’d realise just how many signs she missed, JJ’s slightly odd behaviour suddenly making sense, but she willingly follows her friend around the mall.
And she doesn’t question when JJ suggests they drop by the office, she simply nods and agrees, excited at the prospect of seeing Aaron.
___
Aaron & Emily
She can tell something is different the moment she gets into the office. The usual hustle and bustle that she’d feel here, even on a weekend, is missing. It feels almost peaceful, calm in a way that makes her curious.
She stops on the spot the moment the bullpen is in view. There are no lights on, but there are candles everywhere, leading from the glass doors, past her desk and up the stairs, to Aaron’s office a path laid with rose petals that makes her breath catch in her chest. She knows what is happening, her stomach flipping as she blows out a shaky breath, tears already pressing at the back of her eyes. She looks up at Aaron’s office, the open door a calling card she can’t ignore, and she’s moving before she can think about it, as if her body was pulled towards him.
She places her hand over her mouth as she steps into his office, a sob catching on every rib as she tries to force it down. There were more candles, more rose petals, and most importantly - him. He was standing in the middle of the room, wearing a suit he hadn’t been wearing when he left home earlier that afternoon, a nervous smile on his face.
“Hi sweetheart,” he says, his voice shaking a little. He wasn’t nervous anymore, not now he was looking at her, but he was overwhelmed, almost bowled over by his love for her.
“Hi,” she gasps, her hand landing on her chest as she looks around, shaking her head slightly, “Now I see why JJ told me to go ahead when we got here.”
He chuckles and nods, “The others are all here too,” he says, his smile widening when her mouth falls open slightly, “They are in the conference room waiting. I think Dave locked them in so Penelope wouldn’t come rushing out here.”
She chuckles but it’s wet, catching on to the built-up emotion in her chest, “Well,” she says, wiping a tear from her lashline as it falls, “We better not keep them waiting.”
He steps towards her and kneels on the ground, his hand reaching out for hers. She sucks in a breath, desperate to stop herself from crying, but she knows it’s useless, that she was a lost cause the moment she stepped into his office.
“Emily, sweetheart,” he says, clearing his throat to steady his voice, increasing his grip on her hand, “This is the place that we met. And, no matter how much I wish I could say I was polite to you that day,” he says, and both of them chuckle, “I wouldn’t change anything. Because otherwise we might not be here, and that seems like an impossible thought. You’ve changed me for the better, you’ve made me happier than I ever thought I could be, happier than I thought I deserved.”
She shushes him, shaking her head at the self-depreciation, “You deserve everything.”
He kisses her knuckles before he carries on, pressing his love directly onto her skin, “I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me,” he says, briefly letting go of her hand to pull the ring box out of his pocket. She gasps as he opens it, the ring exactly what she would have chosen for herself, a pear-shaped diamond set back into the band, something she could wear at work without worrying about it catching on something, “Emily, will you marry me?”
She’s nodding before he’s even finished asking the question, her answer coming out as a sob, “Yes. Of course, I will.”
He slips the ring onto her finger and she doesn’t give him the chance to even try to stand up, already kneeling down in front of him as she presses a fierce kiss to his lips, her arms tight around the back of his neck. She pulls back from the kiss and hugs him tightly, an embrace he returns with just as much love, and she buries her face in his neck.
“I love you so fucking much,” she says, her words muffled against his skin. He turns his head to kiss her, his lips catching her ear and he runs his hand up and down her back.
“I love you too,” he replies, kissing her again, “I love you so much.”
She chokes on a sob as she pulls back, taking a moment to look at her hand, to get used to the weight of the ring, the feel of the metal against her skin, and then she looks around the room, shaking her head at him, “You did all of this for me?”
He cups her cheek and makes her look at him, his smile soft and his eyes shining as they meet hers, “I’d do anything for you,” he replies, leaning forward and stamping his lips against hers, “It wasn’t too much was it?”
She shakes her head and runs her fingers through his hair, “It was perfect,” she says, scratching at his scalp, “So perfect,” she kisses him, resting her forehead against his as she pulls away, “Thank you for asking me.”
He smiles and rubs his nose against hers, taking a moment to breathe her in, to enjoy this moment of the two of them alone, kneeling on the floor of his office, before they went to see their friends a few rooms down the hall to celebrate.
“Thank you for saying yes.”
She hums and pulls back to look at him, wiping a stray tear from his cheek, “There was never any other answer.”
They stay kneeling like that for a while, huddled together on the floor as they exchange kisses and ‘I love yous’, lost in their own world. Eventually, he pulls back from her, standing up and purposely ignoring the mischievous tint to her smile when his knees pop. He offers her a hand and helps her up.
“As much as I would love to stay in here all night,” he says, wrapping his arm around her waist, “I think we’ve kept them waiting long enough. Penelope’s excitement is probably outshining Jack’s.”
“Jack is here?” She asks excitedly, looking forward to seeing the little boy.
Aaron nods and places his hand on the small of her back, a space that seemed to have been carved out perfectly to fit his palm, “Who do you think helped me pick out the ring?”
She presses her lips together in a failed attempt to stop herself from smiling, her cheeks aching with happiness as she shakes her head at him, “Have I mentioned that I love you?”
He shrugs playfully, “It’s come up,” he stamps a kiss against her lips and links his hand through hers, ready to lead her towards the conference room, “Come on, Dave bought the best champagne money can buy.”
She bites her lip and stays still, tugging on his arm as he tries to walk away. Nervous excitement bubbles in her chest, and whilst this hadn’t been the way she’d planned to tell him, she knew it was the perfect way.
“I can’t have any champagne,” she says coyly, her eyes fixed on his as he furrows his brow, “Not for the next several months.”
His eyes go wide as it clicks into place, and the laugh that escapes him is full of wonder and joy. He scoops her up into his arms, holding her so tightly her feet leave the ground.
When the rest of the team hears the joyful laughter from a few rooms down the hall, they pop the champagne, all pleased with their involvement in what they assume their friends are celebrating.
-x-
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hii, could i request from your 300 follower event, prompt 5. "another person wants you attention" with kaiser :D. (suggestive or you can use which ever you like ;) Thank youu
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I'mma do it with Isagi wanting your attention bc why noooot? We love ourselves some drama, right? Also please guys...tell me what gender the reader should have ok?
But I'll do it genderneutral here.
Warnings: making out, Kaiser gets jealous, it's a one-shot.
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"___, look. at. me!"
Kaiser had a smile on his face.
He loved it when you interacted with other people. But he hated it when it was a particular Blue Locker with black hair and blue eyes, whose name was Isagi Yoichi.
Sure, he knew that you didn't care whether he had enemies or not, you were a neutral person, and he respected that. But god, did it make his blood boil when you chatted away happily with Isagi of all people.
'Look at him, chatting away with my s/o like he's together with them...ew, and his ugly smile...why doesn't ____ pay attention to me?! ...Okay, that's enough.'
With determined steps, Kaiser approached you and Isagi. "____? May I talk to you for a moment?", he asked softly and you blushed.
You had the audacity to look back to Isagi and wave him goodbye and he did back though, which made Kaiser even more mad, and before you knew it, you were pushed back against a wall in a nameless room, both of his hands on either side of your head.
"Kaiser?", you asked in a nervous tone, but he only looked at you with a frown. "I don't like how you've been conversing with Isaig.", he mumbled as he starts peppering your face in soft kisses, making you blush.
"I don't like how nice you were to him,", a kiss to your nose, "how close you two stood,", a kiss to your forehead, "and how that bastard looked at you.", a kiss to your mouth.
Did he stop? no.
He kissed your lips again and again, already growing addicted to the feeling of your mouths getting in contact again and again.
you couldn't do anything else but take it.
I mean, who were you to deny your boyfriend? Especially when he's kissing you like that? And before you know it, he's making out with you as he explores your cavern with his tongue.
You grab his shoulders and squeeze them, and he holds your waist as he turns his head from one angle to another, kissing you passionately as you whimper into his mouth.
"He just wanted to ask a question!", you quickly said before Kaiser kissed you again. He groaned as he pecked your lips. "And it had to waste five minutes of your attention?", he asked in a sassy tone before he pulled your body flush against his and bit your neck gently.
"Please don't talk to that idiot ever again..", he mumbled before he kissed where he bit you.
You sighed. "okay, I'll do my best in avoiding him."
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I don't know if that was what you wanted, but like--suggestive-- and I don't really like Kaiser, sooooo...
Read you in the next post!
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Slowly, but Surely (Don't Call Me Shirley)
Hello, hello.
i am slowly, but surely, recharging my creative batteries. There's less pressure now, but with good things happening. A detailed account of what's been happening. All below the cut. TLDR at the end.
Let's start with the good.
I went to the Big Gay Market in Madison, WI for the weekend. It was marvelous. There were people of all kinds of genders, an affirming and friendly environment, and so many creatives. I felt like I was in community and it's been a long time since I've felt that way. I was sad when it ended. But I bought the most beautiful wreath to hang in my room. I'll snap a picture of it when I can.
I studied the entire month of June, whenever I had a spare moment and for dedicated study sessions.
I made a total of 300 flashcards, wrote 40 pages in my notebook, used 2 test prep books, 3 learning system books, a 100 page summary of competencies, and 2 apps. I answered 2800 practice questions on those apps. I practiced and practiced until I reached at least an 80% in each competency.
And what happened?
I PASSED.
I kicked that exam in the ass! When I saw "passed" on the screen, I nearly whooped in the testing center. I cried in my car as I relayed the news to my mom, who is also an HR professional. I could not believe it. I still can't. Cal Owens, SHRM-CP. It feels SO GOOD to have letters after my name.
I'm also still on that high of completing my HR Management certificate with "high honors" and then earning my SHRM certification right after it.
Then, at the end of May, right before my birthday, I sent in an application to the Arboretum nearby. They were looking for an HR Coordinator. And they weren't requiring at least 3 years experience or a BS in HR. After the radio silence for a month and a half, I gave up on them getting back to me. I sent a follow-up email, as instructed by my mentor, and still no reply. I figured I was set aside and I moved on to apply for more jobs.
Lo and behold, the Arb emailed last week and offered me a phone interview! I spoke with their Talent Acquisition specialist way past the 30 minute time slot, which I took as a good sign. Next step was to have a virtual meeting.
But guess what? They invited me for an in-person meeting instead! My interview was at 9 AM CST yesterday. it was LOVELY. i genuinely enjoyed speaking to the Sr HR Manager. We chatted for almost 90 minutes. It went by so fast. I felt like I had answers to all her questions, however, I wonder if I was direct and clear enough? I haven't interviewed since 2021, and before that since 2016. So I know I'm rusty, I hope my enthusiasm for the role got noticed.
I should know by early next week if they will move me to the third and final round--meeting the VP of HR. The Coordinator will be responsible for managing the VP of HR's schedule in Google. I just learned how to do scheduling in Outlook, I'm sure I can do it in Google.
Anyway! I can see myself working there. The pay meets the market for that kind of job around here, and the benefits are exceptional. And the view from the admin building? Beautiful. There's just a small lane to walk through from the parking lot to the building. I felt like I was in Jane Austen novel. *Dreamy sigh.*
Fingers crossed.
Okay, so let's get the not-so-good stuff over with.
Caregiving for my father continues to be a challenge. I am the only one of his 3 kids he 100% trusts and is close to. I don't get a lot of support from my sisters because A) he prefers me to handle things and B) they don't offer. I always have to ask, and even then, most of the time I end up doing the thing anyway. Sigh.
I tried a bunch of adaptive equipment things for my dad in June. I bought him an electric tea kettle that sits in a cradle and tips over to pour so you don't have to lift it. Well, it works okay for that, but he can't see how much he's filled the kettle. So that went back. I found a pen that "talks" to you. That's been a game changer. You get special labels with bumps on them, tap the pen to the label, and you can record a sound clip! so i attached them to every medication he has in the house. he's been using the pen! Now I just need to convince him to use his white cane.
Watching my dad go through losing his vision has been very difficult. He's a completely different man than the one I knew just 5 years ago. Little by little, things are changing and that change can get overwhelming. I did manage to find him a peer to peer phone program for folks with low vision. He gets a call every month to chat with a lady name Yvies from New Jersey and just talk about what it's like being low vision. I am so grateful to her. The organization will be creating a caregiver support group in the fall and I am on the waitlist.
So, yes. I've gotten overwhelmed at some points, impatient at others, but I show up. In the future, I want to know, that without a doubt, I was there for my father. I just need to figure out how to balance this and find ways to get help.
I continue to miss Henry and my grandma.
Sometime between this past Saturday and Sunday, I fell ill. Like, nauseated, dizzy, lightheaded. [Content Warning: The GI System Going Whack] Then Sunday, I could not retain food or water. I held out for Monday and Tuesday to see if I got better with a little imodium and zofran. Wednesday morning at 7:30 AM, I called my doctor and she said, "Get thee to the ER."
So, I went. My mother was with me. In miracles of all miracles, I only had to wait an hour to be seen in the ER. I was there from 8 AM to 12:30 PM and in that period of time, I got an ultrasound, labs, an IV with a bag of saline, pain meds, and reassurance that my gallbladder and liver were doing fine. And no one misgendered me. It was a good ER trip.
The ER doctor and my PCP have no idea what knocked me out for 5 days. Could have been a virus. Could have been a side effect of mounjaro. It'll be a mystery for the ages, I suppose...
Of course, it took a huge toll on my body. Today was the first day I felt almost normal again. No bloating, no cramping, no burping, and no intense pain in my abdomen. Yay! I am supposed to be eating "light," but dammit, I deserved pasta tonight and I'm not going to regret it!
I also, in my journey through illness, reached the Medicare donut hole. I have to spend $8,000 before my advantage plan will start paying for my meds again. I have to pay 25% of the cost of all drugs. Thank goodness I was able to get on a patient assistance program for my antidepressant, because I could not afford it otherwise. I've moved all my meds, except two, to be generics. I am always trying to cut the cost down as much as I can, whether it's through GoodRx, OptumRx, or Costco. I spend most of my SSDI money on healthcare, medication, and treatments. If we had free universal healthcare, I would have been able to save up all this money, dagnabit.
The difficult things have been... well... difficult. But they are outnumbered by the good things, which makes me smile.
I am excited to be excited about working again. I am doing my best to visualize myself in that role, going into *my* office and sitting at *my* desk. I see myself growing in that department and becoming a specialist in all things HR. This is what I did as I interviewed for the 24/7 Helpline and I got that job. I saw myself getting on a train to Chicago every day until they'd let me go remote. I saw myself as a city queer again. I felt the train to the city already underneath me. I get that feeling with this role. I feel like, if I get it, I will have a Mary Tyler Moore moment.
She's gonna make it after all!
Thank you, if you've red this far. Thank you if you send good vibes for this Arb job. Thank you for just being here. Hell, thank you for being you.
One of my uncles will be visiting us from Chile in early August. I am eager for him to arrive and spend time with us. I know my mom could really use his support and sense of humor right now.
So I will be driving them (and my father, if I can convince him to join us) all around Chicago and the burbs. I hope to gather some TCV ideas from the places we will go. It's exciting to think about.
I really want to take a small trip to Cedarburg, WI. Spend a night there in a bnb, and take in all the shops and restaurants. But my car's oil needs to be changed and my brakes too, so I will have to hold off on traveling for a while.
I would like to get back to work because it's work, but I would also like to get back to contributing to my 401k, saving, paying off my medical debt and car, traveling, and actually affording medication without (too much) sacrifice. Medicare, I was told, would be cheaper than private insurance. Well, I couldn't afford a supplement, so I got stuck with an Advantage Plan. And it's not all that bad (I've met my out of pocket max), but man, do they make it hard to succeed in the system and this is a system primarily designed for seniors??? Sigh.
Anyway!
There you have it. A detailed account of things that I have been up to or coping with or working on since mid-May.
Hockey is gone. Thank goodness the Oilers didn't win the cup. Pavs retired. Wedgie was traded. Delly was traded. Faksa and Tanev were traded. We kept Dutchy, but that was about it. With a burning passion of a thousand suns, I hate Dumba and DeSmith. They will never be my Stars.
Okay. So. Where does this leave me now?
Well, I am slowly getting back "into" my work as an author. I'm hoping I can read a book or two in the next two weeks. I am inspired by the creativity of others and now that I've passed my exam, I have more free time to read and plot things out in my head.
It also helps to you know... not be extremely dehydrated.
Holy smokes, it's late. And this is long.
TLDR: Lots of caregiving, looking for jobs, studying, and recharging has happened in my break from writing. I am focused on securing a job at the Arboretum. I passed my SHRM-CP exam. I had an ER visit this week, but feel much better now.
Thank you for being here. Thank you for taking the care to read this. I appreciate y'all and the safe space y'all have made for me. I'm so glad I get to lean on this cozy, peaceful corner of fandom.
One last time--thank you.
Let's chat more.
-Cal
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2/2 ✵ Evan Peters x Stripper!Fem!Reader - “Can I Have This Dance?”
12 Days of Evan Peters - Day 6
Part 1 here
Word count: 1623
Christmas Eve, and the club was busier than any other weekend of the year. We had a promo on at the moment, with every 1 song dance, a free drink. It virtually cost the club nothing, and girls were getting upwards of $100 in their pocket almost every 5 minutes. Men were naive when they were horny, they didn't see that it wasn't the bargain the club made it out to be.
I decided to dress festive for a change, light up lingerie that made me look like a Christmas decoration you'd display on your front porch. The customers seemed to love it, I was more popular than usual tonight, my feet were beginning to hurt from walking from one side of the club to the other.
An older man, dressed in a suit and presumably with pockets filled with stacks sat in the corner, a few girls already by his side, caressing his face and laughing at whatever he was saying. We locked eyes, as he motioned me over with a single finger. I felt like gagging, but I strode over anyway with my head held high.
"Now you are something else," I heard him say as I sat across from him, crossing my legs and twirling my hair. He licked his lips as his eyes gazed over my costume.
"$300, private dance?" He asked me, motioning over to one of the back rooms as the other girls looked at me in surprise.
"It would be my pleasure honey," I purred, holding out a hand for him to stand and follow me to the back room. Now I knew I didn’t have to work Christmas.
I drew the curtain as he sat on the leather sofa, a sigh of pleasure leaving his lips as I straddled his lap. His rough hands cupped my ass immediately, as I started to grind my hips into his, his fingers coming up to grab a hold of my panties. I allowed it, solely due to the fact he was paying me generously.
"My god, aren't you sexy," he moaned, as he dipped his face between my cleavage. I could feel him slide bills into the back of my panties, and I laughed at his eagerness.
"What brings you here on Christmas Eve?" I asked him, grabbing onto the collar of his dress shirt and later fiddling with his buttons.
"Widower, my family are out of state, they're all grown up," he explained, his fingers now getting dangerously close to between my legs.
Thankfully, the song finished, and although I wanted to sprint from the private room, I got off him slowly and sultry, leaning over to allow him to pay me by sliding the bills into my bra.
He obeyed, $300 and tips stuffed in my lingerie.
"Don't give up on the joy of Christmas, you're welcome here anytime," I winked at him, disappearing out of the private room and back onto the floor.
I held my breath as I paced towards the dressing room, only releasing it once I was in my chair. I slid my money into my lock box, standing up again and retrieving a drink from a tray being passed around.
"Good job girls, hey Y/N! Your little boyfriend is here from a week ago, and also, you're on next" our house mom said to me, my eyes widening. I knew exactly who was talking about, and for some reason, I hadn't stopped thinking about him since he came in with his friends.
I peeped the floor again through the curtains, scouring the busy crowd for Evan. I saw him, sat at the bar again, his eyes wondering the crowd just as mine were.
"Okay, be ready, let's go Y/N!"
I cursed under my breath, suddenly nervous to dance on stage now that he was here. I don't know what it was, maybe his innocence, that drew me to him. I didn't like my customers, but for some reason I was happy he was here. Gaining my composure, I checked myself in a mirror a final time, applying another layer of lipgloss and dousing myself in perfume before I was set to go on stage.
I stood behind the curtain, until it opened, and I strut out, towards the pole. I found Evan in the crowd, his eyes wide as he watched me, coming off his chair and approaching the stage. The pole met my hand, and my routine started, the music loud in my ears as I began to dance.
All wolf whistles and cheers were drowned out, as i maintained eye contact with Evan, my breasts almost out of my bra as I twirled around the pole. Coming up to the front of the stage, I sat on my knees, my ass facing the crowd as I bent forwards. I turned around, bills being thrown on the stage as I shook my ass, right in Evan's little face.
He gawked at me, seemingly mesmerised, as I got back up to collect stacks and tuck them into my garter.
I stepped off the stage, approaching Evan, his bottom lip between his teeth as I sat in his lap, giving him his own dance. He shyly handed me a tip, and I guided his hand towards my bra, letting him tuck it into the cup.
"Holy shit," he murmured under his breath, as I got up, back towards the stage. I danced the rest of my set, waving goodbye as I went back stage, my garter heavy with cash.
I knew I had to get back out onto the floor, as soon as I locked away my money, separating the house fee from the thick stack.
Evan was still in his seat, almost as if he was glued there. I walked back over to him, just as I felt a hand slap my ass. I turned, in disgust, to see the older man from earlier, a smirk on his face.
"Hey! Don't fucking touch her!"
I turned to see Evan, his eyes filled with rage as the older man laughed.
"Yeah? What are you gonna do kid?" He threatened, as Evan stood up, coming towards us. I froze, watching as he lunged towards and pushed the other man.
"Evan!" I called, grabbing him by the arm. He stopped, looking at me with sorry eyes as I dragged him to a back room, closing the curtain to shield us away from everyone else.
"What the fuck was that?" I asked him, as he watched me, the anger still not completely gone from his face.
"He can't touch you like!" He argued back, taking a step towards me. I looked at him and his eyes looked so sincere. I don’t know what came over me, but I kissed him.
I kissed him hard, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing him closer. He didn’t kiss back at first, until he did. I pushed him back onto the leather couch and straddled his lap.
Then he pulled away, out of breath. And I realised what I’d done.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, getting off him abruptly and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
He just stared at me, until he got up again, grabbed me by the waist and kissed me again. I moaned into the kiss, completely overwhelmed by this complete stranger, who had just stuck up for me, like no other guy had ever done.
I pulled away this time, resting my forehead against his as we caught our breaths.
“What was that for?” He asked me, a grin on his face like he was the happiest man in the world.
“Protecting me,” I replied, deciding to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a hug. He hugged me back, sincerely.
“No man should treat a woman, especially you, like that,” he muttered into my hair, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I first saw you, you made me feel so jittery, like you were the first woman I’d ever seen.”
I pulled away from the hug, staring into his eyes as he stared back at me. He leaned up towards my face and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Let me take you out, there’s something about you, I don’t know what it is,” he said just above a whisper.
I paused for a second, looking down and breaking eye contact. In a surge of emotions I’d managed to cross all my personal boundaries with a customer I’d met now twice, who I knew nothing about, who I also couldn’t get off my mind.
“I don’t date customers,” I said to him, finally looking back up into his eyes. He looked disappointed, and then he didn’t, like he’d thought of how to convince me.
“What’s your name?” He asked me, our bodies still close.
I hesitated, before I replied “Y/N.”
“Then Y/N, come out with me, not the persona I know you put on at work,” he pleaded, taking my hands in his. All I felt was light tingling from our conjoined hands, and I felt like maybe I’d give it a chance.
“Maybe, meet me after my shift,” I decided, and that grin returned to his face.
“I’ll be waiting, what time?” He asked eagerly, “I only came back here to ask you, to see you again, it felt like withdrawals,” he laughed, “you’re so beautiful,” he continued rambling, until I put a finger up to his mouth.
“2am, and then we’ll see,” I said, watching as he nodded insistently.
“I’ll see you then,” Evan said, before he walked out, leaving me in the private room alone, wondering what the fuck I’d just gotten myself into.
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I am so depressed. I feel like I’m not supposed to be.
I have my own place in which I live with my boyfriend, I have a full time job, I have a car, I’m not broke (as of right now), …
My place is expensive. It’s my first apartment. It’s in a good area, only about six minutes from work if there’s no traffic and I’m driving the speed limit. $985 + utilities for 2bd 2b. Decent size. I need the room because I like things. We also have two cats who need space to have fun. I would move somewhere cheaper but you have to have at least three years renter history for most houses, this is the perfect area to be (I know it very well), I don’t want to move to a “worse” complex.
I’m starting to really hate my job. Minimum wage is $11 and I make $14.something. Great. Not really. Still a joke. But I get insurance for like $60 a check. That’s the only thing I’m worried about. I would leave my job in a heartbeat if I was guaranteed that plus more than what I make. I’m too worried about quitting because what if I hate a new job even more?
I feel like my boyfriend and I’s relationship is not as great as it was before we moved in together. He fell asleep awhile ago and I just wanted him to watch me open a package. He fell asleep as I was showing him stuff. I’m constantly rushed to do things. I wanted to get a tattoo today at I place I’ve never been to (absolute flop, not my type of place, and wait time would’ve been long for even a half dollar sized tattoo) and he said he didn’t want to be out that long. …I’ve never been there and I don’t know how it works? How am I supposed to know? He doesn’t have tattoos. He got his wish and I went straight home after I spoke to the people.
My car is going to die soon. It sucks. I was supposed to have Bluetooth but it has not worked for as long as I had it (four years?). The back window has wooden stakes in it so it won’t fall down. To turn the heat on the passenger side, you have to turn the air on and let the actuator click. The car was free and my dad is paying insurance on it right now. I feel like I can’t complain. Now more recently, it has been making the worst noise when accelerating.
Federal taxes came and I currently have like 300/900 that I got. I never knew what being broke felt like until I had my overdraft protection on, having zero to -50 in my account. My credit card is/was maxed out to $500. I paid off $170 recently and I don’t plan on using it again any time soon.
Therapy is not working for me. I feel like I need to be on medication. Therapist asked if I got tested for ADHD. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was autistic, had trash mood swings, etc. Probably have anxiety. Probably depressed. I feel like I’m not deserving of anything because I don’t have any real reason to be. I am so miserable. I don’t have the heart to tell her that I don’t think it’s working. I’ve only been to three to four sessions.
I don’t have friends. Like. At all. I miss my old best friend. Someone who I was friends with went through something and basically chose online friends/closer friends over the rest (me) and I feel like I’m shut out of their life now. It’s so hard to fit in and make friends. I hate going home sad and lonely and doing the same thing every day.
I hate everything. I hate when people say “it’s going to get better”. …tell me where? I am miserable. You don’t know me. I feel inadequate. I don’t know what I’ll gain from writing this. Better than my Twitter/X diary. I’ll probably post all of that stuff here, too.
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Achilles Castle part 80
Lemonade and lies PART 23
Liv: pov Jet says so Kate you worked with Elliot on the same case as Liv back in the day. Because the other day it seemed like you didn't know each other. No he was actually injured during that case and no Dana Lewis was not involved. Muncy and Jet ask who Dana Lewis is. You really don't want to know she used to be FBI before she got sent to jail for murder.
Jet: pov she went to jail for murder no way. Liv says yes. And every time she was around Elliot got injured. Usually it was her accidentally shooting him and one time it was a bomb that injured him. That woman sounds insane, Liv says she was and she was my friend. Kate mentions a psychic one time mentioned to her that an Alexander would save her life. This was before her shooting and guess what Castle's real name is Richard Alexander Rodgers and he tried to shove her out of the way. The food arrives and Kate pays for it and Liv helps her carry it to the dining room table.
Kate: pov as Liv opens her food I notice it has mushrooms on it I can't pass up a good mushroom pun/joke. Hey Liv can you even have mushrooms wouldn't want you talking all crazy about the fungi. Jet then asks if Liv is allergic to mushrooms making the situation even more awkward. Liv says no, Muncy says didn't you say once that you got poisoned by some mushrooms the guy was cooking them on the stove or something and you started talking crazy. Liv says yes Muncy thanks for bringing it up, i actually don't remember much of it since i fainted during that Case.
Muncy: pov have you ever had a case that triggered your PTSD Kate says yes it was a sniper case a few weeks after I was shot before i was diagnosed. Woman was shot in the chest and she died instantly. There were 3 victims in total. I made a stupid choice to go out and get a bottle of alcohol knowing my dad was an alcoholic and I couldn't drink with my meds and heart issues but I didn't care, the case was becoming too much for me. I got home and poured some alcohol and started drinking, I heard a noise outside and started to freak out. Closing the curtains and everything. In my panic state I was having some bad flashbacks and palpitations. I knocked over the bottle of alcohol and broke the glass all over the floor. In my panic I cut my right arm on the glass. Thankfully Castle was knocking at my door checking to see if I was okay, he used the spare key I gave him for emergencies. He saw me on the floor bleeding and hyperventilating. He found my meds and injected them in me and cleaned my cut and bandaged it. After talking He helped me to my bed and spent the night on my couch. I learned my lesson and haven't drank since.
Jet: pov why did you buy the alcohol that night. Kate says I have no idea, but when you hit bottom the only way is up. I got diagnosed with PTSD after that day and it started to make sense all of the symptoms I had that night fit. I’m glad you are doing better. Muncy wants to know if Liv or Kate have made any mistakes on the job. Liv says in 2004 I interrogated a man for 9 hours after Fin and Munch talked to the guy trying to get a confession out of him. He eventually confessed to using the green scarf in the crime, poured acid in the victim's eyes, tied her up, cut and assaulted her, which the file mentioned. The victim ID him, he had her credit cards on him and 6 people saw him in the bar. He wound up getting I think 300 years in prison for the crime.
Liv: pov a few years later in 2012 we got a case with a similar motive. But Omar Pena was in jail so we thought it was possibly a copycat. We were getting nowhere on the case so Cragen told me to re-interview the original victim and she said she would never wear red again because of what happened to her. Her mother gave her that red scarf as a gift.
Muncy: pov hold up I thought the scarf was green, you said green earlier. Jet agrees with me that Liv said green. Liv says so did me, Fin and Munch turns out it was red the guy who bagged it was color blind early symptoms of ms. No way so the wrong man sat in prison for 8 years. Jet is also shocked by this.
Liv: pov yep and I felt very guilty. Muncy ordered the orange chicken with vegetable rice and egg rolls, Jet ordered the teriyaki stick white rice and dumplings. Kate ordered some healthy chicken with brown rice and vegetables. I ordered my usual lo mein noodles, sweet and sour chicken with stir fry vegetables on the side. We chat some more while we eat. Plus I almost lost my job because of my half brother, Muncy says didn't you say once you had the same father different mothers yep.
Jet: pov so Kate what Is your favorite Taylor swift song. Kate says actually Alexis is the fan. I know a few of her songs but I'm more into Duran Duran and Celine dion. Liv says well I guess we need to play some Taylor swift to get you ready for tonight. Our bracelets are coming out so cute.
Kate: pov after putting the dirty dishes in the sink I get back to the bracelet making. I tell Muncy and Jet where the bathroom is so they can change. I think It would be weird for them to change in front of Liv who is their boss. Me and Kate are friends and both have scars so we have no problem changing in front of each other. Castle made me a custom shirt, Liv is going to wear her 1989 shirt. Muncy and Jet are both wearing cute dresses.
Muncy: pov hey Jet what if we curl our hair. Kate what do you use to get your hair so curly Kate replies with nothing. I have curly hair. I just straighten It when I want to. To be continued. ……….
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I work night shift at a hotel, okay? I’ve literally only worked here like, a month and a half. So I’m having a normal shift just going about my business when suddenly!!!
A Wild Cop Appears!!!
Now this isn’t too uncommon- it’s happened twice since I started working here- but this one wasn’t just patrolling. He came up to the desk and was like “hi, can I look through your guest registry real quick?”
Now we’re not allowed to let them do that anymore after The Great Mix-Up Of Room 100-Something (I wasn’t here for that but the story’s a wild one) but he can give me the name to check if they’re here. At first I was like “whoops, sorry, can’t help ya” cuz ACAB. He went all “well, guess if you guys really want people like that in your hotel,,,” tryinna scare me but HAH nope.
“Well, if you have a specific name you’re looking for, I can help, but otherwise I’m not allowed to.”
Well, he said my last name. Eh, no big deal. I’m not wanted by the police for anything so I was like, “oh! Haha, that’s my last name too XD” And looked through the list of names we had.
He went “really? Huh. What’s your first name?” And I told him ‘Lily’, because I forgot my legal name and real name are different. “Huh, oh well, guess not.”
I didn’t find my last name in the list of guests (obviously), and told him so. “Well, looks like they’re not here! Any other names I can run for ya?” (Pretending to be helpful because I wanted him out of here asap in case any of the construction workers staying here came down for towels or smth)
And he asked “what’s your middle name?” And so I told him, and he said “oh. We’re actually here for you.”
Obviously I thought he was joking. So I went “Oooh. Oooh noooo! Haha, oh no… anyway, any other names…?”
He had to tell me like two more times before I believed him. I was so fucking confused.
Now.
Before we continue, I must make,,, :, ( a confession.
I… shoplifted. Gasp. I know. Specifically, I got caught shoplifting about 32$ worth of groceries— fresh green vegetables to be specific— and BallWart took me to court over it. Since it was my first offense, the court decided I would go on a probation thing for six months and provided I didn’t repeat offend, it wouldn’t be a problem. I don’t remember all the legalese for it.
Anyway, I ended up paying 200-300$ in court fees and the fine, and that was that.
Well, apparently, someone FORGOT TO TELL ME there was a ‘shoplifting course’ I was supposed to take too???? I have ZERO recollection of this. The cops had never even heard of it, either. Regardless! Turns out there had been a warrant out for my arrest since January of LAST YEAR, and somehow I had successfully remained a fugitive of the law simply by… existing. Coolio.
So! Back to the story. Cop and I are staring at each other over the counter. I’m confused. He’s confused. We’re all confused.
Three more cops come in. I ask if I’m like, under arrest. He basically explains I have to go with them but I’m not like, being put in cuffs. I don’t know exactly the term for this, custody maybe? Regardless. “Cool, uh… can I call my magnet? There’s no one else on duty rn.”
He says yes, so I call my manager, an Indian guy who’s second language is English. He’s not a bad guy but he is kind of a jerk… and, because of my auditory processing issues, hard to understand… so my phone call with him turned into like a five minute argument that both of us only understood half of while I tried to get him to cover my shift and he kept saying ‘it’s 2 AM I can’t cover you’.
Context: he lives in the building.
Further context: I would not have asked him to cover me at 2 AM if I wasn’t, you know, being taken into custody.
While I’m on the phone, the cop who came in is explaining to the other cops what’s going on. These cops are Also Confused.
Finally Manager says to go with the cops and he’ll be down in a minute. (I understood he didn’t want to get asked any questions, so I hang up and explain I can go now). The cop says “you planning on coming back to work after this?”
And I say “uh… I mean, yeah if I can. am I… allowed to? Like,,, am I under arrest?”
He says “don’t make me regret this, but if you want you can drive behind me in your car. Seriously, though, do NOT make me regret this.”
Now, I am 23. Chubby. AFAB. White. I also look like a fuckin 16 year old, basically, my face is so Babey. So not only do I have white and female privilege here, I also have Sweet Baby Girl Innocent privilege. And the fact that they can’t find me in their system cuz I literally have 0 criminal record.
Thanking the gods (whichever ones I decide to believe in) for that bullshit hooray!
So I follow this cop to the Magistrate’s office. The Magistrate is ALSO CONFUSED about the whole thing!!! She gives me another court date, explains what’s going on and stuff. I answer some questions. Eventually they get me fingerprinted and mugshot’d (I really hope I get a copy of those… though I probably look awful in them I TOTALLY should have posed DAMMIT) and,,,
Well. Then they say I can leave. But uh,,, the door… it didn’t open automatically. So I stand there, confused. Over the radio, they say something. Audio processing issues… I can’t understand them. They say it again. I try pushing the door. Nope.
Finally, blessedly, I figure out I need to slide the door. I am free.
I am mortified
(About the sliding door)
I drive back to work.
Manager is Upset At Me. Dunno what he wants from me I couldn’t exactly refuse the police
Aaaaand yeah that’s what happened to me. Fucking nuts.
You will never believe what just happened to me
#I genuinely cannot believe this happened#what even the fuck#cops#all cops are bastards#but this was pretty fucking funny tho#I HAD A WARRANT ???????
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This is based offa TikTok me @bubble4u saw and how we know Taiju and Draken might react.
He not mad just frustrated. Taiju knows his wife, she’s a great mother, wonderful wife, hell she even help mend the relationship between him and his siblings. It’s just when she gets with her best friends they end up acting like teenagers which is exactly what he’s dealing with now. Taking a deep breath he asks the two women giggling on the floor,“Why do I let her go out with you? Every time you two are together I end up paying for something stupid.” Before his wife could speak her friend looked up at him saying,“That’s a personal problem you know we are two halves of a whole idiot.” She was right separate they were extraordinary women but together the only thing they could do was figure out ways to open bottles without an opener.
“Don’t start! Why did you think it would be a good idea to spend $150 on succulents?”, he asked while rubbing his temples. Looking at each other they replied, “Vibes.” “Vibes? You bought a shit load of plants because of fucking vibes?”he could feel his blood pressure rising as he watched them compare and trade the little potted plants that were all over the living room floor around them. They went to a club how did they even find $300 worth of succulents? Watching his wife struggle to stand up was a plus, as she headed towards the kitchen he stopped her causing her to frown saying ,“If you’re gonna fuss at us can we at least get something to eat? Honestly babe think about it this way we can place them around the restaurant and in the lounge and use them as a tax write off.” Looking over at her friend he asked, “Did y’all rehearse that?” Lifting her head up from rearranging her tiny forest she replied,“A little do you think Draken will go for me putting mine around his shop to brighten up the place?”
“What the hell is going on?” Draken asked walking into the living room taking in the sight of his girlfriend on the floor surrounded by plants, her best friend struggling to get a box of cereal off the top of the refrigerator and her husband trying not to have a stroke. From the floor she looked up at him saying “Babe so before you say anything… it could be drugs.” Laughing Draken bent down to her level picking one of the little pots asking her “Why are there so many plants?” Taiju replied, “They each got $150 worth of plants at the concert and are now saying they got them for us”, as his wife came out the kitchen finally retrieving the box of cereal.
Unlike Taiju, Draken enjoyed when they would go out together his girl already had crazy ideas by herself but they became extravagant when they were together. As he helped her box up the last of her mini terrarium he asked her,“Where are you going to put these plants?” The light in her eyes was borderline terrifying as if she was waiting for him to ask, standing up she replied,“So this is what I was thinking the shop-”
“No.”
Nodding her head like she expected as much stating,“Fair enough. But they make me happy and all the bills are paid, not to mention they provide oxygen and I lost my train of thought but I should be able to keep them.” Propping the box on the back of the sofa he stopped and thought about it before finally saying, “Okay.”
Seeing how easy he gave in Taiju’s wife smacked him on the arm whining,“See Draken supports her and is letting her keep them.” As the girls said their final goodbyes for the night the two men went outside and packed up the plants.
“Are you really letting her keep them,” Taiju asked.
“We’ll see how she feels when she wakes up. Like she said it makes her happy and our bills are paid,plus I just ordered a new part for a bike and if I let her keep them then she can’t say anything,” Draken replied closing the trunk.
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Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend
Sugar Daddy!Nanami Kento X College Student!Female Reader
Warnings: age gap, dumbification, degredation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), creampie, car sex, hints at a corruption kink, daddy kink, use of a vibrator, mean dom Nanami, dom/sub dynamics, public sex, light spit play, use of the word “cunny”, overstimulation
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This is my contribution to the Ditzy n Diamonds collab check out everyone else’s amazing work!! A huge huge huge thank you to @aransangel for allowing me to participate. Enjoy!
Kento wasn’t a lonely man. He had his fair share of women in his life but they were always after his money. He would go into a relationship and they expect him to buy them the moon and the night sky after one date. Always wanting to go on shopping sprees and wanting to be spoiled. So he took himself out of the dating scene.
Until one day his friend offered a sugar daddy website to use. Kento had more money than he could keep track of, being the head of two Fortune 500 companies he had the cash rolling in. So he decided to just join it, not like he was going to find someone worth his time or money until he stumbled across your profile.
You weren’t like any of the other girls on the website. You looked so innocent, so soft and so pure. He messaged you immediately after going through your profile. You were so open about everything he asked you and you were able to keep a conversation.
You never thought you’d find yourself looking for a sugar daddy, you were in your second year of college and the little job you had was not enough to pay rent, tuition, buy food and buy textbooks. When telling your roommate you’d be late on paying your half of the rent for the third month in a row she recommended you’d look for a sugar daddy.
She helped set your profile up, putting the right pictures and making the bio perfect for older men looking to spoil a sweet girl like you. It was going well at first then you hit a snag, the men were too old or had too many rules or wanted too much for the first meeting. Then you received a message from Nanami Kento.
You looked through his profile and he was perfect, being in his late 40s, extremely attractive and his first message wasn’t anything creepy. He genuinely wanted to get to know you. So when he offered to set up your first meeting a week after getting to know each other you jumped at the chance.
It went amazing and when your allowance started flowing in it was even better. He got you your own penthouse apartment in one of the buildings he bought making it rent free for you. The first night you moved in he fucked you in every room and on every piece of furniture, making you scream and cream around his cock over and over again.
That was two years ago, that was when you first started the arrangement. A year in he asked to change the title of your relationship wanting you to be his and only his, not like you already weren’t. He still spoiled you senseless, keeping your allowance and when you were a good girl he gave you a little bonus.
Tonight you were his date to a masquerade ball that one of his friends were hosting. Kento was helping you into the corset that went with your dress. A dress he bought for you of course.
“You look so beautiful princess and you haven’t even put the dress on yet. Ready for me to tighten this corset?”
You nodded making Kento tsk.
“What does daddy say about using your words?”
“I’m sorry daddy, I am ready for you to tighten it daddy.”
“Good girl, now breathe in for me and let me know if it’s too tight or hurting you.”
“Yes daddy.”
You inhaled and he tightened the strings on the back of the corset, hugging your curves and making your tits pop out making Kento eye them hungrily. His hands moving up and down your waist and hips moving them back to grab at your ass.
“Daddy! We can’t do this now, the party will start at 8 and we can’t be late. You hate being late.”
He reached up squishing your face between his fingers bringing you face to face with him.
“Don’t tell daddy what he likes and don’t tell him what he can and can’t do silly little girl.”
“’m showwy daddy” you spoke with your cheeks still being squished.
“Good, now lets get this dress on you.”
You pouted because you’d have to redo your makeup. Kento slipping the dress up your body, zipping it and grabbing your tits from behind. You sat down in front of your vanity reapplying your makeup while Kento was fixing his tux. Once you were done you slipped on your heels and grabbed your purse while Kento grabbed your masks.
He escorted you arm in arm to his car, a black Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+ the leather interior, a dark cherry red, matching the dress you were wearing. He helped you inside the vehicle and went to the drivers side.
“Babygirl do me a favor and look in the glovebox for me?”
He would often get you gifts every time you went out, little surprises under your car seat or the trunk or in the glovebox. He watched you open the glovebox and pull out two boxes. One rectangular box and one small box. You opened the smaller box first, your eyes widened at its contents.
“Daddy what do you want me to do with this?”
In your hand was a small black egg vibrator.
“Are you that clueless my dumb baby? Open your legs and take that vibrator and put it inside you.”
“But daddy my dress.”
“The dress has a slit so use that to slip your hand to that sweet pussy and insert the vibrator inside you.”
You did as he told you, thankful he bought a dress with a slit high enough for you to do it. You turned to him for his next command but you got nothing, just as you were about to open your mouth the vibrations started.
“Daddy! H-how did you—ah—do that?”
“Is my little baby so stupid to realize I had the remote for it? Now we’re going to see how many orgasms can be pulled from you until we get there—if we get there.”
“D-daddy w-what do you mean?”
“I-if I don’t end up p-p-pulling over to f-f-fuck you. Now open the other box.”
His mocking would hurt any other girl but not you. You loved when he treated you like a brainless slut. You opened the rectangular box inside a beautiful ankle bracelet with his initials on it and covered in diamonds. He only bought you diamonds because they signified light and it was fitting for you since you’re the light of his life. He increased the vibrations to the highest setting knowing you would cum immediately.
“This is—fuck—so beautiful t-thank you dad—fuck I’m cumming daddy fuck fuck!”
He lowered the vibrations back to the lowest setting after your orgasm you leaned down and clasped the ankle bracelet on your left ankle. Kento started the car bringing the vibrations up again.
“Don’t mess up the leather in my car, I just bought this last week. You should remember that since you were beside me as I signed off on it. But you probably forgot since I fucked you brainless afterwards.”
You nodded dumbly not even listening to a word he said. About halfway to the party and many orgasms for you later Kento made a turn into a secluded parking lot.
“D-daddy what are—shit—what are you d-doing?”
“Use your brain princess.”
You stood silent completely forgetting about what he told you at the start of the ride. His laughter filled the car and he shut off the vibrator, a sigh of relief leaving your lips.
“My dumb little girl, I am going to fuck you now. Then I am going to take you to one of the hotels I have a share in and fuck you in the president’s suite. Got that?”
“But the party.”
“Fuck the party, with the amount of times you squirted and orgasmed around that toy you ruined the dress. Unless you want to go with soaked panties and your slick running down your legs.”
You shook your head no.
“Now go in the backseat so I could fuck you. Hearing your moans and pleas made me so fucking hard.”
Before moving to the backseat you took a quick look at the bulge he was palming over his pants. He followed you to the backseat and laid you down along the cushions. He scrunched the dress up to your hips and pulled your panties off you throwing it to the side.
“Fuck baby such a mess. What a dirty dirty girl.”
“Daddy stop, it’s embarrassing!”
You tried closing your legs to cover up but a quick pinch to your thigh made you open back up for him.
“Don’t tell me what to do and what not to do dumb slut” he grabs your face with one hand bringing it close to his, his breath fanning your face the smell of mint filling your senses, “and don’t fucking dare try to keep me away from what’s mine, got that?”
“Yesh daddy” you spoke with your cheeks still being squished a small tinge of pain beginning but it turned you on even more.
He let go of your face and you went back down, as he undid his belt and pants he just stared at your pussy. Your winking hole made his cock throb.
“Oh my dumb baby’s cunny is making such a mess. It’s going on my leather seats too” his condescending tone made you clench around nothing again, more of your juices leaking out. To say you loved when he baby talked you would be an understatement, “What did I fucking tell you about my leather seats?”
“I don’t remember daddy.”
“You’re that fucking dense? Too busy thinking about getting stuffed with daddy’s cock to think about anything else. How fucking selfish. Wow you’re selfish, stupid and a cockslut. How lucky am I?”
Before you could say anything back, apologize for making a mess on his expensive leather seats, he thrusted his length inside you. Your back arched and you felt yourself having another orgasm.
“I haven’t even started fucking you yet and you’re creaming around my cock. Dirty fucking whore, all you’re thinking about is my cock. Look at that facial expression so fucking lewd, you look like a pornstar. Is that what you are? My little pornstar?”
He lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist as he started thrusting into your gummy walls with a newfound speed. You weren’t sure what was turning you on more whether if it was the fact the two of you were in public or the words leaving his mouth or maybe both.
“Fuck your cunny is so tight baby, I fuck you almost every day but you’re still so tight for me. Like your pussy is molded to my cock.”
“D-daddy feels—ngh—feels—ah fuck daddy!”
“Can’t even finish your fucking sentence, is there even a brain in your head or do you just think with your body? What am I even paying the college for? Obviously not your education, my sweet little dummy.”
“Daddy! Too m-mean!”
Tears were threatening to spill out from a mix of the degradation and how hard and fast he was fucking you. Just using you as his personal toy.
“Oh I’m t-t-too mean? Too fucking bad. Now open your mouth and stick your tongue out for me.”
You did as he told you and Kento leaned down his face hovering over yours as he collected the spit in his mouth to spit into your own. Once you felt it hit your tongue you clenched around him again.
“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum. I’m gonna fill you up baby.”
“Daddy please need your cum. Need it please please.”
You were babbling pleas as he gripped your hips and relentlessly pounded into you. His heavy balls clapping against your ass over and over, he looked down and the translucent white ring around his cock and it drove him mad. Someone as beautiful as a goddess letting a man like him be with you so intimately.
“Fuck baby I’m cumming—fuck!”
He held your hips close to his as ropes of his cum filled you. He leaned down and kissed you as you both let your bodies relax. He pulled out of you and shoved two of his fingers inside your pussy.
“Don’t want to let any of this leave you, want you to be nice and filled with this load until we get to the hotel. Get your rest because we have a long night ahead of us.”
“Mkay daddy.”
He pulled his fingers out of your pussy and tapped your cheek. You opened your mouth and he shoved his fingers inside feeling your warm tongue swirl around them collecting every drop of cum. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and adjusted his pants.
He looked at you one last time before going back behind the steering wheel. You looked so fucked out and in bliss.
“Remember don’t fuck up my seats any more.”
The drive to the hotel was quick, well since Kento was going double the speed limit. You brought out this side of him that made him feel like a teenager again. He just wanted to fuck you everywhere and as much as he could.
“We’re here now. Let’s see if you listened to me again or if you were too fucked out to acknowledge what I said.”
He got out of the driver's seat and opened the door to the back of the car. He leaned in and looked at your pussy.
“Tch, messy little girl. I should make you clean this shit up. Yeah make you clean it up like the nasty cum slut you are.”
“Daddy I’m sorry, didn’t mean to make a mess.”
“Of course, now get out. We’re going to the president's suite and that pretty little anklet I got you is going to be jingling right next to my ear as I pound your sweet pussy.”
You nodded and made your way out of the car. You could barely walk from all the orgasms you had, your legs felt like noodles. Kento made his way next to you wrapping an arm around your waist as you both walked to the front desk.
“Hello Mr. Nanami, here are the room keys and the champagne is in the room on ice. Please enjoy your stay.”
As he took the keys your eyebrows furrowed trying to put everything together but your brain was like mush. As you two made it to the elevator you heard a deep chuckle from Kento.
“I can see the gears turning in your head. Maybe it’s a little more than your brain can comprehend but I planned this beforehand. Satoru throws parties like that all the time so we’ll have another night to party.”
You nodded and went inside the elevator with him. As you two went up the floors his hand on your waist traveled south until he reached the curve of your ass giving it a nice squeeze, leaving it there until you two reached your floor. He led you out the elevator and into the room.
Once the door shut he was on you, grabbing at the fabric of the dress pulling it down and off of you as he placed sloppy kisses along your lips, jaw and neck. Once your dress was off he untied the corset practically ripping it off your body.
“Oh looks like I forgot your panties in the car. Not like you needed them anyways.”
He took your bra off you and walked you to the king sized bed, gently pushing you on it while he undressed. Your hand roamed on its own down your body to your clit rubbing gentle circles until Kento reached down and pulled your hand away.
“Are you serious? Can’t wait for me to pull my fucking boxers down before touching that messy pussy? If you want pleasure so bad” he pulled your legs putting them on his shoulders as he kneeled on the bed. “I’ll give you all the pleasure you need.”
He lined up with your glistening entrance and thrusted inside you, his cum mixed with your slick acting as lube. He held the backs of your knees and thrusted into you, hitting even deeper than before. Your mewls and whines echoing throughout the room. Your mouth falling open, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth and your eyes roll to the back of your head feeling his cock enter you over and over again.
“Fuck look at you. Like a desperate whore in heat. When I first met you, you were this cute little thing so innocent then once you got a taste of my cock you turned into a braindead slut. I wonder how your friends would react to you fucking a man that’s old enough to be your father. Your little cunny is leaking all over my cock, all my cum leaving you but don’t worry I’ll fill you up more.”
You closed your eyes and opened them again looking at Kento. Your gaze went to the ankle bracelet he got you, the small charm with his initials dangling and moving with each rough thrust. Your gaze turned back to Kento, his lip between his teeth, his normally perfectly styled hair falling out of place, strands of blonde and white hair sticking to his forehead.
Kento brought his thumb to your mouth and you wrapped your lips around it, your tongue swirling around it, getting it slick with your saliva. You let go of his thumb with a soft pop and he brought it down to your clit rubbing small circles on it giving the right amount of pressure.
“Daddy, daddy please gonna cum! Please please please.”
He gave a particularly hard thrust brushing against your g-spot sending you head first into an orgasm. Your back arching and a loud moan leaving your lips. He kept thrusting into you brushing against your g-spot over and over again your sensitive pussy couldn’t handle all the pleasure.
“Daddy p-please slow d-down, too much too much, too sen-sensitive!”
“Too bad, you’re gonna keep cumming on my cock until I fill you up. I don’t care how s-s-sensitive you are.”
His mocking made you clench around him again. His thrusts were keeping their roughness and speed. He pushed your legs further back and looked down to where you two were connected. The burn from the stretch adding to the pleasure he was giving you.
“Fuck baby this slutty little cunny is just swallowing my cock.”
He tapped at your clit a couple of times, the rough pads of his fingers mixed with the continuous brushing of his cock against your g-spot brought you to another orgasm. Your manicured nails running down his arms leaving red scratch marks in their wake. A moan of ‘daddy’ leaving you as the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through you.
“Let’s see if we could get you to one more orgasm before I fill you up.”
You nodded the only word you acknowledged being ‘orgasm’. He rode you through your orgasm his grip on your legs getting tighter likely going to leave marks. Kento leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth swirling his tongue around it, nipping and sucking then moving his head to show your other nipple the same attention.
His pelvis rubbing against your clit with each thrust, the roughness of his trimmed pubic hair sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your hands went through his hair scratching at his scalp.
“Gonna cum for me? I’m gonna cum too, cum for me baby and I’ll give you my cum.”
You weakly moved your hips gaining more friction and Kento kept his mouth on your nipples. Your back arched as you hit your peak again that night, the feeling should be familiar with how many you had that night but it just rippled through your body. Your pussy clenching around his cock and your nails running along his scalp sent Kento into his orgasm. He painted your walls white for the second time that night.
Heavy labored breaths filled the room, once Kento finished he pulled out of you some of his cum followed leaking out of you onto the sheets. He laid next to you and held you close to him both of your limbs intertwining with each other. He placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“I’m sorry about the seats daddy.”
“Don’t worry about the seats princess, I’ll send it to get cleaned tomorrow. Just remember while I say those mean things to you I don’t mean a word, you’re a smart, beautiful young lady and I love you.”
You lifted your head to look at his face, worry was spread across his face, his crows feet and small wrinkles on his face deepened as he looked at you.
“I know daddy! I love you too! Love you so much Kento.”
He leaned down, cupping your face with one of his hands as he placed a kiss to your lips. A small smile on his face as he pulled away.
“Good, now rest up baby we have quite a long weekend ahead of us. This hotel has a private pool and I want to fuck you there.”
“Daddy! I don’t even have a bathing suit and I doubt I’ll be able to move without being sore tomorrow.”
“We’ll worry about your soreness tomorrow and don’t worry about the bathing suit, we’ll go shopping for some and you’ll get whatever you desire, it’s not like you’ll need it anyways.”
Kento traced small shapes on your back as you fell asleep and soon fatigue hit him as he fell asleep right after you.
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mr.whites daughter 10- slipping
Jesses pov-
I pulled into the gas station, RV needed gas. I got out and went to the pump, it was one of those old ones where you pump it and pay after. So I filled the tank. "70.79." The girl said and I looked in my wallet,"ATM is outside." "I don't have a card." I shrugged my shoulders. "A check will work." She smiled. "I'm kinda...in between banks right now." I shrugged and out ky wallet back in my pocket,"any chance I could...come back later? I'll pay." "Usally I would say yea, but my dad, he looks at he receipts everyday." I nodded and reached into mh pocket. "How about some of this? A trade?" Well she ended up taking it and I was outta there. What I didn't like was that she only took it when the cops came in and were close, they didn't say anything though, and I so left.
Your pov-
"Remember you're in pain." Saul said walking the clients out,"oh and I'm also putting together a flight 851 suit, so if you or anybody you know has been anxious, can't sleep, send them over!" Mike walked past him and into the room and held up the recorder. "Let's listen to it." I sighed and got up from the couch. I took a seat in front of sauls desk and Mike sat next to me a played it. Immediately all I heard was yelling. "Jesus Christ." I muttered. "Mm." Mike hummed and then we heard a loud mechanic sound,"garbage disposal." "You can Fuck Ted, hell, fuck the butcher, the mail man, even the librarian for all I care!" My dad yelled. "Oh my god." I put my hand over my mouth. "Is this a problem for us?" "Ted benake...screwing my wife, well screw this Ted!" My dad yelled. "A big one." "He's going to benakes." I muttered,"Mike." "I'm on it." He groaned getting uo from his seat and Pat my shoulder,"hate how you had to hear that." "It's all good." I nodded and inhaled through my teeth.
About..20 minutes later, my dad was being walked into the room by Mike and being sat down on the couch. "What the hell was that?" Saul asked vetting up from his seat,"you could've been arrested!" "She's Fuckin Ted." "Okay?! And?! My first ex wife screwed my step dad and I didn't attack him!" Saul walked over. "You work here now?" My dad asked, looking over at me. "You need to get ur shit together." I said and stood up,"look, we, Jesse, you and I. We need to start cooking again. Alright?" "This is a great opportunity!" Saul added. "How-how did you know where to find me?" My dad got up. "That's-that's not what important. The important thing is that we found you!" Saul said as my dad fot close to him, I took a step back. "You bugged my house." My dad said in a grave tone. "Not ur house, you moved out!" Saul argued,"you practically told me to!" "When?!" "When you said you were worried she would've said something? And look! She didn't!" I snaked away from sauls desk and over to the couch where Mike was sitting and sat down next to him. By that time mh dad already attacked Saul, I went to stand up but Mike pulled me down by my shoulder and nodded at me. He gave Walter a few more seconds of attacking Saul before he got up and grabbed Walter. "You are fired!" My dad yelled Stumbling backwards,"you are fired!" "Fine by me Asshole! You just bought urself a 300 dollar suit!" Saul yelled from the floor by his desk as Mike escorted my dad out. I just looked at the door as Mike walked back over. "I'm-im so sorry." I stood up from the couch as he pushed Mike away and got into his chair at his desk,"holy shit." "He is...insane." Saul exhaled. "He's unstable." Mike stated,"there's a difference." "Is there really?" Saul asked and Mike nodded. "I'm going to go get those bugs removed." Mike sighed,"while I'm gone, man up."
Jesses pov-
I watched as mr.white came out of the school, holding a box in his hands. I honked my horn and he came over. "Yo." I said as he out that box on top of my car,"you get fired?" "It's more like a...sabbatical." He shrugged,"indefinite but ya know." He opened the door and got in. "Should we like..Go somewhere else?" I looked in the parking lot and back at him. "No, no here is good." He nodded. "Alright, so, since you're...well look, I need to get in contact with that guy Saul hooked you up with." I said. "Why don't you just ask (y/n)? She works there." I nodded. "I couldn't get in contact with her." I admitted,"look man, we need to cook, alright?" "You don't need to." He looked over At me. "It's the only thing I'm good at." I admitted. "We'll what about your sobriety?" I rolled my eyes at him. "I'm never using again, alright? I wanna get back into the business." "I don't." He shook his head. "No no, I know." I reached into the back seat and grabbed the duffle bag with the few pounds I made,"I don't need you to cook, alright? I just need to get in touch with ur guy." "What is this?" He pulled out a pound, ignoring the fact we are in a school parking lot,"this is shit." "Man-" "You want to sell my product?" He furrowed his brows at me. "I was gonna cut you in." I was taken back by this asshole. "You don't cut me in, I cut you in. This is my product, my formula, and my chemistry." I grabbed onto the steer wheel and ran my hand through my hair "Can you just set up the meeting?" "This isn't right, he won't take it. The color is terrible, it's cloudy which means you had a problem with distillation process. I'm honestly sorry for you." He chuckled. "Are you shitting me? I've already sold a ton of it, people say it's the bomb." I shook my head at him and he scoffed. "Who? Meth beads?" "Ya and they would know right?!" I took the bag from him and put it into the back seat,"ya know what, get the fuck out, I'll go handle this shit myself." "Sounds good to me." He smiled as he got out,"you're not getting anywhere with out me though." "Fuckin eat me!" I yelled. "Seems like my daughter already has." He smiled. "Fuck you!" I shook my head and drove away. "Jesse! Jesse!" I heard him yell and then I heard something fall off my roof. Oh shit, the box. I laughed as I looked at him in the rear view. "Fuck you."
I opened the door to sauls office and stood there until he was done with his phone call. "Alright, alright. I'll see you there tomorrow...you as well." He hung up, I saw a stack of files be taken off his desk from behind it where he sat. Not his hands, no (y/n)s. "Yo." I closed the door, I saw (y/n)s head pop up from behind the desk. "Oh hey." She smiled. "You're business partner, he's insane." Saul said as (y/n) stood up,"you're not getting-" I grabbed a pound from my duffle and dropped it on his desk. "You made that?" (y/n) asked, picking it up. "Don't need your dad for shit." I smiled as she admired the bag. "Cloudy but you'll get there." She shrugged. "I want a meeting with the guy." I said,"can you get me in touch?" "If you're getting in touch with him again, then I want in." (y/n) put the crystal down on the desk and crossed her arms,"coukd also get in contact with some other guys, pay good price for p2p style." "I can definitely get in touch with him." Saul nodded,"definitely." "Who's your guy?" I put the crystal back in the bag. "Some biker guys. Like the old school style, pay 65 large for a pound of glass grade blue." She smiled and I bit my tongue and nodded. "How early can you sell a pound?" I raised my brow. "I can probably catch them at the bar before last call tonight." I took a pound bavk out and handed it to her. "Sell it." She nodded,"35 each." "Sounds only fair." "Woah woah, don't I get a cut? Consider it fee for getting you in touch with your guy." Saul suggested. "32 large to Jesse and I, 6 k for you, you didn't make it, and you're not the one selling it." (y/n) said and he nodded. "Sounds good." "Alright so you're getting me that guy?" I asked. "I gotta make some phone calls but ya." Saul smiled. "That 6 k isn't touching ur hands until I hear his voice though." I shook my head at him and (y/n) chuckled. "That does sound fair I gotta say,"and then she gave me a look,"but..." "Yeah?" "Never mind, we can talk about that later. Look um," she walked away from the desk and over to the couch where he purse was and out the crystal onto it,"I'm gonna get this sold today, and I'll bring your half to your place, alright?" "Ya sure sounds good." I nodded, something about her seemed off? A little stand offish? Maybe it was just the fact she was at work but still, nudged me the wrong way. "I will call you when I get a notice from the guy. For the mean time, keep that," Saul pointed at the bag,"secure and ready to sell." "You bet." I nodded and looked at (y/n) as she walked back, and leaned against the side of the desk,"I'll catch you later?" "You bet." She smiled, I nodded and with that I left.
Your pov-
I closed my door of my car and looked at the bar in front of me. It was 8:30pm, I Haven't been in here since I got...clean. I locked my car and started walking towards the brick walled, orang lit, bar. A heard men talking outside, and smelled cigarettes and exhaust. "Hey girlie!" I heard a man yell, I ignored him as I pushed the doors open. Immediately, at the back, by a private booth. I saw my guys. I didn't look like I belonged here. I was in my usual work attired, a pencil skirt, a button up and heels. "Raul." I said as I made it to the four guys,"boys." "Holy hell." Raul chuckled as I grabbed the curtain and pulled it closed, it was a private booth,"what are you doing now?" "I'm Saul Goodmans assistant." I admitted and took a seat next to him. Raul was big, 6'5, broad shoulder stature, had a head of grey hair and a long beard, he was an old fashion, Harley ridin, son of a bitch. His guys, normal average bikers, I wasn't here for them. "Are you shittin me?" He chuckled and I shook my head. "No, but." I put my purse on the table and pointed at it, he took a look inside,"I need to sell this and quick." He took it out and looked at it,"it's not as clear as the last batch, but it still the same product." "Alright, I can make it past that, how much?" He raised his brow. "Was hoping we could work out the same deal as last time?" I smiled and he chuckled. "You hope? Honey, do you know how fast this crystal sold?" He put his arm over my shoulder,"let's go out back." "I'm not going unless I'm getting 65 large." I raised my brow. "65 large?" I nodded,"lucky for you, I still for cash in my car from a deal I haven't yet deposited." "Then let's go get that then, shall we?" I smiled as I slid out of the booth. I grabbed my purse as he shoved the crystal into the side pocket of his vest. "You three, stay here." He told them as I moved the curtain back,"well make this quick, I can tell you're not living the same life as a few months ago." "I got clean." I smiled as we walked past the pool tables. "Those eyes bags you're hidin with makeup tell me otherwise though." I've known Raul since I was 20, I've met this guys wife, I know his kids, and his grandkids. "Slipped a bit, it's fine." I brushed it off, he opened and held the door for me as we walked out. "When?" We corner the bar, I could see his El Camino by his buddies bikes, a super chopper, and two Fatboy's. I sighed, not wanting to admit but I did. "This morning, and yesterday...and last weekend." We stopped walking and he grabbed the keys for his car out of his pocket "So it was more then just a slip." He unlocked his trunk,"that's why you wanna sell it quick. So you're not holding it." "I've got this and the little bit I have at my house, I just needa sell this pound." He popped the trunk and grabbed a duffle bag. "What happened?" He unzipped it and started taking out some rolls, 10k rolls. "Family drama." I leaned against his car,"I don't even know where to start and I honestly don't even care anymore." I heard him grab another bag and start putting the cash into it. "Cared enough to relapse." Raul was an ex meth head, got clean ages ago, yet he still likes to sell what he can get his hands on. He's still in the game, just not playing the game. "Sadly." I heard the bag zip up and he held it to me and I took it. I leaned off his car as he closed the trunk and locked it,"chances are, I'll drop half of this cash off to my partner, go home, smoke some, and...wake up the next morning and go on acting like I'm not screwing my boss and ruining my relationship with my...boyfriend? I don't even know what we are." "You're screwing Saul Goodman?" He crossed his arms and k nodded,"I'd have to smoke some to to get through that." "He's surprisingly good." I smiled,"look, thank you, I'll in touch sometime, my partner is trying to get in contact with a guy, so I'll keep you updated." "Sounds good." I started to walk away and he spoke,"hey," I turned around,"keep at it." "I'll try."
Jesses pov-
It was 10 when I heard someone knocking at my door. I wasn't expecting anyone, (y/n) said she would call, but I could only assume she didn't and was here now. I got out of bed throwing on my shirt that sat on the end of my bed and made my way downstairs. I heard another three knocks at the door when I finally made ot to the living room. I unlocked the door and saw the business women herself in front of me. "Your half, like promised." She held a duffle bag to me and I took it, she was still in her work clothes and had her purse in her hand. "I didn't actually think you'd make it tonight." I scratched the back of my head and yawned,"thought you'd be changed." "No, i uh, I went home to separate it all, but I left right after to bring your half over." I nodded. "You wanna come in?" I pointed behind me. "No, I should probably be going." She smiled. "Are we good?" I asked and she cocked her head a bit,"we haven't really spoken in awhile." "I've been busy." She laughed lightly,"I don't really know what's happening, family shit." "Wanna talk about it?" She sighed and hit her lip. "I really just need to get home." "You get closed off like this when your using." I pointed out,"those few months after tuco, you barely called, we barely talked, you only showed up for your cut and give us our cuts." I tossed the duffle next to me by the front window. "That's not-" "If you're using can you just tell me? Please." I crossed my arms and leaned on the door frame,"I think I deserve that at least." "Deserve?" She crossed her arms. "Yes, I do, I deserve to know." I pressed,"I just wanna know, yes or no." "Yes." She stated with a nod,"since last weekend." "Alright." I nodded and Inhaled,"so this morning when k called?" "First time you called I was at sauls house, second time I was at home." She shrugged,"I smoked some during the weekend, stopped, then I smoked yesterday and then today. Smoked before k came her too if you'd like to know." "Okay." I nodded,"so meth?" "Yeah." She spoke in a whisper and nodded. "Do me a favor," I pursed my lips together,"just come inside." "Why? I fucked Saul this morning, I don't think you want something that's used." I rolled my eyes. "I don't care about that, I only care about you." I stood up off the frame. "Did you get furniture?" She raised her brow. "Not a lot, but, new bed needs some breaking in?" I shrugged my shoulders and she laughed. "You think I'm just what...a booty call?" She scoffed. "No, no, not at all." I shook my head,"I want you back." "No, you want pussy." She laughed. "Yo Are you fuckin with me or somethin?" I was honestly confused at why she was acting like this,"I want you, that's what I want okay? Do you need me to spell it out? I want you (y/n), y-o-u, you. I want you." "Yes, I'm fucking with you." She walked past me into my house,"and if I'm honest, all I could think about while going down on Saul last night and this morning was you." I closed the door and locker it and she put her purse down on the couch. "Really?" I asked walking over towards her. She nodded and kicked off her heals. "Oh yeah." She giggled and looked at me with a smile,"you gonna take me to ur bedroom Jesse?" "Fuck ya I am, are you kidding me?"
Your pov-
The minute, I got onto jesses lap, his fingers were already making do of my shirt. His lips moved flawlessly with mine, following the speed I set and everything. He tugged my shirt out of my skirt snd then pinch my bra clip and I took both pieces off of me, throwing them into his room. "Good boy." I whispered on his lips as he unzipped the back of my skirt. He stood up and I slid off his lap as he broke the kiss. He quickly pulled down my skirt snd my panties, getting onto his knees as he did it. I couldn't help it, my hand sat on top of his head, carding my fingers through his hair. I kicked the clothing away as he kissed up my thigh, my hips, my stomach, my ribs, placing some extra love at each of my boobs before his lips made a pass over my neck. He pushed me down onto the bed and took his shirt off. "Jesse." I moaned, biting my lip, seeing how hard he was in his boxers. I've been dying for this for awhile now I had to admit, kept me up some nights just thinking about him. I usally hated sex that started quick but right now, I wanted it. He took his boxers off, snd pushed my legs apart. He grabbed onto the back of my knees and pulled me forward making me gasp. "You are so Fuckin hot."
I woke up at some point in the early morning, like 4 am? The sex from last night lingered on my body more then I thought it would. I rolled over onto my back and saw him sleeping on his stomach with his head on his arms that were wrapped around his pillow. I sat up and slowly got out of bed looking back to make sure he didn't wake up. Personally, I didn't wanna be here when he woke up. It wasn't that I didn't want to wake up next to him, to be able to look into his beautiful blue morning eyes, hear that sweet and low sounding good morning, feeling his arm wrapped around my waist. I did, trust me I did. I felt guilty. Jesse was clean, and I, was relapsing, slowly but surely I was making my way down that hill I climbed up on. I stood off the bed and walked around it and grabbed my clothes off his floor. I put them on the edge of his bed as I stepped into my panties, I kept my eyes on him the whole time, I didn't want him to wake up. I kept praying in my mind that he wouldn't, but whatever god was listening acted against that, because as I looked away for a second to step into my skirt I heard him. "(y/n)?" He groaned as he looked over his shoulder, his eyes half open as his mind halfway alseep,"what are you doin?" "Leaving." I whispered. "Why?" He rolled into his back and sat up, he rubbed his face as I zipped up the back of my skirt. "I have to get back home." In his sleep-hazed state he grabbed my shirt and flung it across the room and laid back down on his back,"Jesse." "Get back in bed." He groaned,"come on, please?" "Jesse I have to go." I yawned walking over to where he threw my shirt. "No you don't. You-you just wanna leave so I don't see you go out and relapse." He yawned and I heard him get out of bed. When I turned around, he was standing behind me, his thumbs fixing the band of his boxers,"just come back to bed, alright?" "Jess." I shook my head as his hands came up and started sliding my shirt off of me. "Get out of these, put my shirt on, and get ur ass to bed." He spoke in a firm yet loving, but also tired voice,"cause if you don't, I have no problem doing it myself." His hands sat on my waist as he turned me around, I get his chin on my shoulder and his hands coming down to unzip my skirt. "Just go back-" "I'm not going to sleep unless I know you're in my bed (y/n)." I finally gave up and slid my skirt down my legs and stepped out of it. I unclipped my bra and he handed me the black shirt he was wearing when I came over,"I'll Be in bed." I slipped it on as he for back into bed, he laid in his back and I crawled my way back into bed, getting under the covers as I laid down onto his chest, his arms wrapped around me, one on my waist and one on the back of my head in my hair. "Goodnight." He whispered. "I think you mean-" he cut me off right away. "Goodnight bitch, go to sleep."
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The Wedding
Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x fem!reader
Words: 2.321k
Summary: Your brother's wedding has arrived, without having a boyfriend, you invite Izzy, your best friend, to be your date. (smut)
A/N: When I started listening to gnr, it didn’t take much time before Izzy got a place in my heart, so this is for his birthday
Song rec for the fic: Woman by John Lennon
Sitting on an airplane for over an hour now, Izzy observed your asleep figure beside him, your head laying on his shoulder, like you had done so many times before, unaware of the warmth it caused on the brunette’s heart.
He questioned himself for a thousandth time that week. Why in the hell did I agree with this?
The idea didn’t sound like a big deal at first, accompanying you to your brother’s wedding wouldn’t cause any harm. But as the days started to go by, his mind traced every aspect of a wedding, the music, the romantic atmosphere, the dancing, and he soon started to regret having said yes so easily.
The truth is that Izzy has always loved you, ever since the day the two of you met. It all happened so naturally that he didn’t notice he was in love until you went on a date with another guy.
At first, he loved your voice, he’d call you just to hear you talking for hours about the most random things. Then it was your eyes, he found himself entranced by their color, the way they rolled when you got annoyed, and how they seemed to invade his deepest thoughts and memories every time you looked at his eyes.
The last thing was your attitude, your bluntness and forward behavior shocking him sometimes, and being his main entertainment in others. He found a true interest in watching you, it didn’t matter what you were doing, you would always be in his sight.
And even though years passed, that feeling seemed to just grow more and more, and every time he saw you going out with another guy, his heart broke into smaller and smaller pieces.
Little did he know the reason behind your maneater habits.
The truth is that, just like him, you had fallen for him since day one, you loved his nonchalant attitude and his style, the shape of his hands and fingers, and how dry his voice was after his third cigarette.
Just like him, you would secretly observe him, the two of you being too good on your game to ever get caught by each other.
But you didn’t want to risk your friendship over admitting your feelings, especially when you didn’t know if Izzy felt the same way. So you went on multiple dates, meeting guys with the most different appearances and personalities, all in hopes that one day, you’d meet someone capable of making you stop thinking about the guy from Indiana. That, obviously, never happened.
A little turbulence on the plane woke you up, you immediately looked up, meeting his brownish eyes.
“It’s just turbulence. Go back to sleep.”
You nodded slowly, before laying your head on his shoulder again, inhaling his scent of cigarettes and cologne and immediately feeling your body calm down.
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You looked at yourself in the mirror of the hotel room, rolling your eyes at Niki's choice of color and design for the bridesmaids' dresses.
A soft knock on the door caught your attention and there stood him, a black blazer matching his black jeans.
He looked you up and down.
"You're gonna steal the bride's attention like that."
"It's grey, the most boring color ever! I wouldn't steal her attention, even if I wanted to."
He chuckled softly.
Well, you stole my attention. He thought to himself.
Picking up your purse and gift you exited the room, locking your arm with his for support, as you got on the elevator and then walked towards the hotel's saloon.
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During the entire ceremony, Izzy found his attention caught by you, the way you stood out amongst the other bridesmaids and how impatient you seemed to grow with how long the ceremony was taking.
Your grey dress looked like pure silver, reflecting the lights. You looked so beautiful that he wished he had brought a camera to take a picture of you.
Your eyes caught his for once, and you blinked in his direction, smiling when you saw his lips turn into a small smile.
After what felt like forever the ceremony ended and he found himself sitting at a table with “Y/N and boyfriend” written down on a card.
“I think someone gave them the wrong info.” He showed you the card when you plopped down on the chair beside him.
You rolled your eyes. “Classic coming from my family.”
You lifted the tablecloth, making him look down to see what was happening.
“These heels are killing me.” You complained, removing your silver sandals and quickly massaging your feet.
“I bet they are.” He took two champagne glasses from a waiter passing by.
He knew you weren’t used to heels. Being almost his height, you never felt the need to wear them that often.
“Thanks.” You took your glass towards your nude lips.
“How much did you pay for that gift?” He pointed towards the biggest package on a pile, knowing it was yours.
“300 bucks.”
His eyes widened for a second.
You didn’t wait for him to say anything, knowing exactly what was crossing his mind.
“He’s my only brother. I might not like Niki that much, but he’s happy with her, and I’m happy for that.”
“Fair enough.” He drank from his champagne again. "Those ice statutes are quite tempting for a man who wants to take a piss,"
He chuckled to himself, but soon realized that your attention was focused on the main door.
“See that girl over there?” You pointed at the door.
“What’s with her?”
“That’s Braeden,” the name made him realize she was your sister. “She’s the only woman taller than me here….”
He looked back at you, and so you lowered your voice, keeping eye contact with him.
“When the bouquet time comes, you’re gonna block her.” You gestured aggressively with your hands, making a smile start to form on his lips.
“Why?”
“There’s no way my younger sister is gonna get married before me.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t know you aspired to marriage Y/N.”
Your eyes softened with his sentence and a small pain formed in your heart. If only he knew what crossed your mind when you looked at him during the ceremony.
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The night seemed to go by faster than he expected and soon he found himself at the drinks table, observing as you talked to some relatives of yours on the other side of the saloon.
You sensed his eyes and looked towards him, giving him a look that said “Help me.”
He chuckled softly, but before he could do anything a woman’s voice caught his attention.
“You must be Izzy.”
He looked to his side, seeing a woman that looked just like Joey, your brother.
“Yes, and you are….” He extended his hand for her to shake.
“I’m Martha, Y/N’s mother.”
“Pleasure to meet you.”
“I didn’t know the two of you were dating.”
He choked on his drink.
“We aren’t, we’re just friends.” He looked down for a second.
She nodded slowly, before locking her eyes on your side.
“I know my daughter very well,"
Her voice made him look back at her.
“She has had many boyfriends in her life, but I’ve never seen her look at them in the way she looks at you.”
He opened his mouth, but your presence made him stop.
“Hey, mom!” You smiled, kissing her cheek.
“Hello, darling.” She touched your hair, adjusting some locks. “I promised I'd dance this one with your father.”
You nodded in understanding as she smiled before walking away.
“So… wanna dance with me?” You nudged him from the side, before taking a sip from his drink.
“With this song?” He asked, taking notice that Woman by John Lennon was playing.
“Why not?” You shrugged.
“Okay.” He placed his now empty glass on the table before taking your hand and guiding you towards the other people there dancing.
One of his hands held you delicately by your waist as you slowly swung to the song. Your eyes locked on each other as the other people around you seemed to disappear.
Your mother’s words mixed with the lyrics hitting his head like bells as he finally noticed the glow that formed in your eyes as you looked at him, making his heart race faster than ever.
You just realized another song was playing when someone bumped into you, making a disco song hit your ears.
You both looked so distracted and for a second you thought you’d sit down for the rest of the night, not being able to feel his cold fingers brush on your skin through your dress.
But those thoughts washed away when he let go of your waist just to grab both of your hands and guide you throughout the song, just like he did for the rest of the night.
That was the happiest night you have had in your life, and when your hotel room number became noticeable at the end of the corridor, you wished you could turn back time and do it all again.
“Happy with your bouquet?”
“More than happy.” You giggled, smelling the flowers one more time.
It was comic the way Izzy put himself in front of your sister, pretending not to be aware of what was happening.
“Thanks for that.”
“If that makes you happy, I can do that at the next weddings too.”
Next weddings. The thought made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“So…” he started, stopping in front of your room as you opened the door.
“So…”
“Tonight was fun.”
“Yes, it really was!” You said looking down. “Thanks for coming with me, Iz.” You leaned towards him, kissing his cheek gently.
“Anytime.” He replied so lowly that you weren’t sure if he had actually said that.
You entered your room and closed the door, resting your forehead against it as you sighed.
Rushed knocks against the wood made you regain your posture and quickly open the door.
Izzy looked deep inside your eyes, his brown orbs saying everything his mouth wanted to.
Not a second after that and you wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips colliding against his.
No kiss ever had felt like that. It was warm like fire and exciting, you felt your heart start racing faster and your mind went numb.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you as close as he could while entering your room and kicking the door shut behind him.
Soon you found yourself in your bed, your legs wrapped around his hips as your tongues fought for dominance, making small moans and grunts leave your mouths. One of his hands started traveling underneath your dress's fabric, exploring every inch of your legs, making you shiver with his cold fingers.
Your lips found his neck, kissing and biting at his flesh with desire, delighted by his irregular breathing and the small moans he tried to hold.
A certain hardness was pressed against your core among what seemed like a thousand layers of clothing. The sensation making you wet as you bit harsher on his neck, loving the smirk that formed on his lips.
He pushed himself off of you, standing up and ripping his shirt open, the sound of buttons hitting the floor filling the room.
“I need your help with the dress.”
You sat on the bed, your back facing him as he found the zipper, opening it quickly while he applied wet kisses on the extension of your back, biting your flesh just like you had done with him, making a small moan leave your lips.
“So beautiful.” He whispered against your ear, making another shiver possess your body.
You stripped off of the dress as you watched him undo his pants and remove his underwear with it.
He made his way back to the bed, his calloused fingers removed your blue lace panties slowly and delicately. One of his fingers traveled in between your folds, his eyes closing for a second when he noticed your wetness for him.
Izzy cupped your face with one of his hands, kissing you tenderly before asking.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
You felt the tip of his member entering you, making you close your eyes, focusing on the sensation it caused. You felt him slowly expanding your walls until it was all the way in, making a soft and small moan leave your lips.
Izzy looked at you for confirmation and after seeing you nod, he started moving.
In the beginning, it was slow and passionate, he made it the most intimate he could, touching every inch of your skin, whispering sweet nothings on your ear, as you traced his back and arms with the tip of your fingers, allowing your nails to softly touch his skin.
After some minutes, sweat started to form on both your bodies, your moans coming out in unison filled the room as you felt your walls start to clench around him.
That’s when he sped up his pace, the tip of his member now hitting your g-spot with no mercy, he massaged one of your breasts with his hand, while the other rested on the bed for support.
“Izzy,” His name left your lips in a loud moan and you saw a proud expression consume his features.
“I know, princess, I know.”
You closed your eyes and moaned again, feeling as you and he both came at the same time. A groan leaving his throat matching your whimpers as you felt a wave of pure pleasure wash over your body. Your legs started to shake and you scratched his back, while he bit harsh enough to leave a mark on your neck.
Both sweating and trying to gain your breath again, you laid in bed, your head resting on his chest as he softly caressed your body.
“Izzy?”
“Hum?”
“This is not a one-time thing, right?”
“No, Y/N, it is not.”
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put a ring on it!
summary: your first trip to vegas was supposed to be a fun girls trip that included getting drunk, going to clubs, and even going home with a few strangers. however, that all comes to a halt when you lose your job, get wasted, end up in a strangers bed and now your married? with divorce off the table for a while, how do you two manage being exposed to the public? by continuing with a (now legal) fake marriage of course.
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you wanted to scream. mr.gonzalez was the worst human being you have ever encountered. and you knew this, but you still put in the utmost effort during the 4 years you worked with him. you tended to every ridiculous need and request that spewed out of his mouth.
"y/n, this coffee tastes disgusting. i asked for 3 and a half sugars not 4."
"y/n, do you not know how to copy a piece of paper? the lines are uneven. redo all 300 pages again."
"are you incompetent? i asked for the papers to be placed in a binder with a 4 inch round-ring. not a 3 inch d-ring."
each comment he made about you and your ability to understand simple tasks crushed you. but you pushed ahead and now you regret ever working for the shit head.
you grumble to yourself, pulling out the key card to your shared hotel room and tossing the bag of items onto the nearest nightstand. you drop down onto the bed next to sofia, "sof. i just got fired from my job."
sofia's head jumps up from the pillow and despite both of your pounding heads she shouts, "what the fuck!" you both wince at her volume before she turns her body to face yours, "i mean good for you but also fuck him. ive been begging you to quit because he was horrible." you nod your head as she continues, "and dont worry. you’ll find another job once we go back home but for now we are in vegas!"
you both laugh and you slowly sit up, "okay, i know we said no drinking tonight but what if," you turn to look at her, "we got absolutely wasted again tonight?"
she smiles, "hell yeah! i lied about not wanting to drink." she shrugs her shoulders as you both dig through countless reviews for clubs nearby. after about 40 minutes of searching, you both settle on a club called omnia, only a 10 minute walk from the hotel and hundreds of 5 star reviews.
"lets grab dinner before hand then?" you poke sofia's side, "we can pre-game a bit before we head over too." sofia nods, "then lets get ready now! we can get all dolled up. who knows what will happen tonight?" she wiggles her eyebrows before throwing you a wink.
you scoff, "the only thing that will happen tonight will be us drinking to our hearts content. got it?" she throws you a small salute before you both head to your suitcases, pulling out your best clothes to head out for a very fun night out.
three- with your own money
facts!
- sofia drank almost double what y/n drank, which is why y/n was able to get up earlier to buy a few things
- y/n started working for mr.gonzalez after she graduated from university. the job had little entry requirements and a good pay so y/n took it.
- those are only a few of the things mr.gonzalez has complained about in the past 4 years.
- sofia is actually excited y/n got fired, she thinks y/n's boss was a complete dick head :p
- the boys were all in separate places: oikawa was out shopping, matsukawa and hanamakki were nursing hangovers and iwaizumi was at the gym
- oikawa and iwaizumi didnt have much to drink while matsukawa and hanamakki had to be carried back to the hotel
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BnHA Chapter 300: Days of Our Todorokis
Previously on BnHA: Hawks was all “hey Jeanist, wanna go on a road trip with me to my mom’s house?” Jeanist was all “you know it,” and so they hopped into Jeanist’s jercedes and took off. Hawks took a nap and had a flashback to his Dickensian childhood living in a abject poverty with his jerk mom and jerk dad, thinking heroes were make-believe until one day Endeavor arrested his dad and Baby Hawks was all “OH SHIT.” And then he saved a bunch of people, and the HPSC was all “what do we have here,” and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Back in the present, Hawks was all “well my life is currently in shambles, but on the plus side there’s no one bossing me around anymore so that’s pretty cool,” and then decided he was going to talk to Endeavor. Fandom was all “I can’t believe Hawks would side with his childhood hero over the man who burned his wings off and posted a video calling him a violent murderer who took after his abusive dad,” so that was fun and stuff. I can’t wait to see what piping fresh takes this new chapter will bring.
Today on BnHA: Our old friend Carbonation Carl tries to loot a Starbucks and gets his ass kicked by a senior citizen. Society is all “YEAH, WE’RE REALLY STARTING TO GET SICK OF THIS SHIT.” Old Man Samurai is all “this room won’t stop me because I can’t read it” and abruptly decides to retire, which, fun fact, is literally THE LEAST HELPFUL THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE. Anyway so then a bunch of other punkasses follow suit, and while I won’t say that I’m actually starting to root for Stain to kill some peeps, just for the record I’m not not saying that either. Back in the hospital, Endeavor cries some tears because his life sucks, and then is confronted by his entire family, LED BY QUEEN REI, FIRST OF HER NAME, BACK IN BUSINESS AND LARGE AND IN CHARGE. Rei is all “fuck feeling sorry for yourself, we have a rogue Murder Son on the loose” and I swear to god I have never felt so alive.
so here we go! and just for the record, even though the last two chapters have been phenomenal, I don’t necessarily have any sky-high expectations for chapter 300, mostly because chapters 100 and 200 consisted of Mei Boobs, and Toadette and her horrific quirk lmao. so go ahead Horikoshi, what are you gonna pull out of your hat for this one
oh, back to this stuff again. sob
I guess there was only so much time we could spend having hospital antics and exploring Hawks’s past before we got back to dealing with the whole “the world has gone to absolute shit” issue huh, lol
omg
what’s with these bizarrely cute Noumus. why do I want to pet them
so the narrative text is going on about how people have been super paranoid about the Noumu ever since the USJ incident a year ago. so yeah, I guess the fact that there are now a bunch of them confirmed to be running around is really freaking people out even on top of everything else
wtf is happening here
what did this poor lil glass ever do to anyone. r.i.p.
OH MY FUCKING GOD
SODA SAM IS BACK ON THE LAM
tsk tsk tsk. my man has graduated from snatching purses to raiding cafes. going after that big money. this man has no business sense whatsoever lmao
OH BUT WATCH IT NOW!!
OH SNAP THE PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING BACK. WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW SAM
THIS MAN IS 172 YEARS OLD AND HE’S NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!
WTF IS HE LIGHTING THIS THING ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT. GETTEM GRANDPA YEAHHHH HE’S CHARGING AT EM YEAHHHHHH
lmao so that was fun. and now we’re cutting to Wash!! omg. look at him
he’s so dedicated. too bad you don’t have a car like Best Jeanist. probably takes a while when you’re just running everywhere
you see?? you were too slow!!
NOOOO, GRANDPA. he defeated Pepsi Pete, but lost his life in the process. this is too tragic
anyway so the good news is that the cafe has been saved! but the bad news is, there really isn’t much of a cafe left. huh. I guess that’s one of the reasons why people are supposed to get a license to use their quirks like this
oh snap and now everyone is coming outside, and they’re none too happy to see poor old Wash over here
seriously Wash, get a bicycle or something. also the way this guy is gesturing so dramatically with his hand in this sort of “YOU SEE!! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!” manner is sending me
OH MY GOD
HE SPEAKS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IT MEANS JEANS PUNS ARE YESTERDAY’S NEWS, FOLKS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE LAUNDRY PUNS. CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THIS ALL... UNFOLD
“the heroes had dwindled away” okay real talk you guys, it is literally only a matter of time before they press-gang the children into picking up their slack. I still don’t know how to feel about that, but it is happening one way or the other regardless. Child Soldiers 2 Electric Boogaloo. wonder if we’ll see a rise in vigilante action as well
OHO WHAT’S THIS? THIS IS A CHAPTER OF GRANDPAS HUH
-- no fucking way
WOW. WOW. WOWWWWWW
wow. so he didn’t do a fucking thing while the rest of the top ten were being turned into red mist in the previous arc, and now that it’s all over and they need his help more than ever, he decides... THAT IT’S TIME TO RETIRE. holy shit. “fuck you” doesn’t even begin to cover it my guy. you stand there and soak up those boos you coward
ohhhhhhh shiiiiit you guys. oh shit
the “I am not here” breaks my fucking heart for real though y’all. oh man. everything he worked for is gone just like that
(ETA: okay so a couple of the takes I’ve seen on this make it seem like All Might is somehow the bad guy here?? “this is what happens when society puts a bunch of glorified cops on a pedestal”, “finally the cracks in hero society are showing”, etc. etc. so, just a friendly reminder that this isn’t happening because of too much trust and a lack of critical thinking; this is happening because the villains killed all the heroes and broke a bunch of murderers out of jail. it’s happening because an organized league of terrorists succeeded in terrorizing, and so society is now understandably awash in fear and panic. like, it’s just wild to me that AFO is RIGHT FUCKING THERE, and yet week after week fandom still has their “IT’S ALL THE HEROES’ FAULT” signs still up on their lawns. BUT WHATEVER, MOVING ON.)
also though, so exactly how much time is passing here now? I wanted to go straight back to the hospital and see what happens with Deku and the Todorokis. please don’t tell me we’re jumping ahead sob. my aaaaangst
OH SHIT
STAIN. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I KNOW WE’VE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES, AND I STILL DESPISE YOU FOR CRIPPLING TENSEI AND TRYING TO KILL MY BEST BOY TENYA. BUT AS IT HAPPENS, THERE ARE ONE OR TWO OTHER HEROES OUT THERE NOW WHO I WOULDN’T MIND YOU PAYING A VISIT I’M JUST SAYING
LOL BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN’T THIS MAN, FFFFFF
sob. yeah I was talking about Old Man Samurai actually but YEAH. HEY THERE ENJI
also is this entire hospital actually run by characters from Super Mario Bros though. first Yoshi and now this guy, come the fuck on that is not a coincidence
lmao they stuck him in another one of these cavernous creepy hospital rooms
wtf is it with Horikoshi and these giant fucking rooms lately. Kacchan’s in chapter 298, then Tomie’s colossal house furnished with like one table and a TV, and now this. and the weirdest thing about it though is that “huge space with nothing to fill it up” is like the exact opposite of what you’ll usually find in Japanese homes lol
so now Enji is just sitting there thinking things like “my head is fuzzy” and “I’m alive” lmao okay. not quite all there yet, huh. I’ll give you a minute
I’m so fucking curious as to who his first visitor is going to be omg. either way it’s going to be interesting af, and either way fandom is probably going to feel some way about it but OH WELL
okay now his thoughts are getting more coherent! and he’s remembering Touya, and feeling regret for freezing up and forcing Shouto to deal with everything instead
!!! OH HERE GOES BRACE YOURSELVES Y’ALL IT’S ABOUT TO GET SPICY
NO TOUYA PLEASE DON’T CRY HONEY NO PLEASE
ohhhhhhh man
okay, I mean I didn’t expect you to, but so instead then you’re just going to do... what? lie there and wallow in regret and self-pity for the rest of your life? son you know that’s not how we deal with our problems here in Shounen
though also, I totally do get it though. honestly, thinking on it, I probably would have been disappointed with any other response. but so this is where the rest of his family (including his adopted son) come into play now though, because like it or not they’re all in this thing together. and so friends, I am once again asking you WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO VISIT ENJI FIRST
AHHHHHHH
KRANCH!!!! OMG AND THE OTHERS ARE SO TINY NEXT TO HIM THAT I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THEM AT FIRST. IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE TWENTY MILES AWAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS REGULATION HOCKEY RINK OF A ROOM
holy shit I’m so excited lkjlklhlglkasdsjldfk
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the way she has him by his collar lmaoooo. “lol nah you’re not going anywhere pal.” damn straight, siblings have to be ride or die in situations like this. banding together for survival. strength in numbers
OH MY STARS I’M JUST WARNING YOU NOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO DISSECT EVERY LAST REMAINING PANEL OF THIS CHAPTER PROBABLY YOU GUYS. WE COULD BE HERE A WHILE
love how Fuyu has absolutely no idea how to segue into THE SINGLE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION SHE’S EVER HAD, so she just GOES FOR IT in pure small talk mode like they’re meeting up for brunch somewhere
I KNOW IT’S A SMALL THING, BUT I APPRECIATE THAT THE FIRST THING ENJI ASKS IS WHETHER THEY’RE OKAY
lastly while I can’t wait for more of this delicious Natsu angst, I also just have to say that Enji has as much reason to cry right now as anyone on the planet. you can’t deny that being confronted by your not-dead-but-you-thought-he-was-dead son who’s all “SURPRISE DAD I GREW UP TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW I’M GONNA MAIM YOUR OTHER KID” with a side order of “EVERYONE HATES YOU AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE GOOD EVER AGAIN” is enough to bum pretty much anyone out. there’s a Pagliacci the Clown joke here somewhere. BUT DOCTOR, I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO
oh man lol he is seriously falling apart
damn. like you guys, I’m sorry, go ahead and cancel me, but I do feel compassion for the man. it’s therapeutic for me to see an abuser actually feel remorse and be truly sorry and want to change and want to make it up to his family. and it’s also compelling as fuck to read a narrative about a family that’s trying to grapple with that, because let me tell you straight up, as someone who’s done a version of that song and dance -- it is exhausting. it is a piping hot mess. it’s a gigantic mishmosh of extremely volatile emotions that all somehow all contradict one another. love, hurt, hope, anger, betrayal, resentment, attachment, longing. it’s something you can both be desperate for and also want nothing at all to do with. and attempting to portray all of that and write about it is a monumental task, and one which Horikoshi has done so, so delicately thus far, and damn but I appreciate it. anyway, so I’m here and I’m ready for my latest helping of Todoroki Fam Feels you guys
GASP
oh man. OHMANOHMANOHMAN. CAN IT REALLY BE. IS THIS THE REDEMPTION ARC OF CHAPTERS 100 AND 200???
LMAO SHE’S ALL “WE ALL FEEL BAD YOU JACKASS STOP CRYING ABOUT IT”
LAY INTO HIM REI!! SORRY ENJI YOUR PITY PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED IN FAVOR OF A “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT” PARTY COURTESY OF QUEEN ELSA OVER HERE. THE PEOPLE TOOK A VOTE AND WE WANT LESS WHINING AND MORE ACTION
oh my god look at this lady folks
NOTE THE HAIR BLOWING IN THE NONEXISTENT WIND. NOW WE KNOW WHERE SHOUTO GOT THIS POWER FROM
(ETA: btw guys, seeing Rei handle this crisis like an absolute champ despite everything she’s been through is everything, though. I’m reminded of Hawks’s line last week about people sometimes unexpectedly finding liberation when they’re backed into a corner. like things may be shit but goddammit her kiddos need her.)
THE CHAPTER IS ALREADY ENDING SOB, IT’S ONLY A 17-PAGER THIS WEEK, BUT GODDAMN WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE
oh my god. oh my god oh my god. AND FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI FOR CUTTING IT OFF THERE sob. it’s like each week the wait for the next chapter becomes more painful. the Todofam is about to get real, and on top of that Hawks is gonna crash the party at some point down the line, and on top of that we’re still waiting for Kacchan to have his own heartfelt discussion about What The Fuck Are We Supposed To Do Next with his best friend who’s currently in a coma. all I want to do with my life is read about these three things, and all I can do is simply wait as they are portioned out in agonizing, addicting little installments every week
anyway! tune in next time as we answer the question of whether or not fandom will finally run its train of logic all the way through to its natural conclusion and somehow manage to cancel Noted Abuse Apologist Todoroki Fucking Rei. don’t act like it can’t happen. you all know nothing is sacred lol. anyways but I’m ready for anything lol, bring it
#bnha 300#endeavor#todoroki enji#todoroki shouto#todoroki rei#all them todorokis#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha#I can't believe I've done 300 of these now lol#think I'm gonna finally have to update the post index again
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