#worst con man I've ever seen

[red-riding-wood]

I’m so sorry about what happened to you and so many others. Disgusting misogynistic behavior. You all deserve so much better ):.

Also sending this bc I do believe he has made two new accounts. Drcranessweetestdoe and monsterfromthewoods. I have no proof these are him ,but it just strikes an absurd resemblance to his writing and he seemed to interact with both of them a few weeks ago. The first one hasn’t blogged in weeks either. Just seems strange. Once again though, I could be wrong. Just something for everyone to stay weary about. Stay safe ❤️

Thank you for the well wishes, anon! I really do appreciate you reaching out. <3

From my conversations with @drcranessweetestdoe, she does not behave like Kill (nor does her writing style compare to his), and I am pretty positive he is incapable (or at least very bad) at taking on different personalities since I believe I witnessed his attempt with the second account you mentioned. Aurora is very sweet, and she used to be a fan of Kill's writing and mine. I don't want people to be suspecting her of foul play because I do believe she is genuine. Kill has a pattern of reblogging fics as a way of seeing what victims he can latch onto and I see that as a coincidence with his reblog of Monster's.

As for @monsterfromthewoods... I was hesitant to make a callout, mainly because no one has actual solid proof that he is Kill. But, there is too much evidence for me to ignore, and I wanted to give my honest opinion and observations. Monster, if you are not this person, feel free to reach out and vouch for yourself, and if I am wrong, I am deeply sorry.

Fuck that. As I was typing this message up, I decided to check my DMs and noticed that my friend had said that he gave her the same name that, as of this morning, was revealed to me as his actual name along with his real picture and Facebook profile. That really sealed the deal for me. Here is the rest of my evidence to prove that this is "Kill":

Monster followed my friend around the same time that she blocked Kill.

Monster followed me the same day that I sent Kill a confrontational message, calling him out for his lies and pleading with him one last time for medical treatment and answers.

From the posts on Monster's account, and the one comment I know he made on my friend's post, his personality exactly fits Kill's. This is why I said I do not think he is capable or likely to be able to craft a believable persona.

Monster made a post about suicide, and a pro-Palestine post, the former of which Kill discussed with me a lot and the latter my friend pointed out as suspicious since Kill was also very strongly pro-Palestine. Seeing as Monster doesn't have that many posts yet on his blog, this isn't irrefutable evidence but it is very coincidental.

Lastly, I actually did my best to analyse and compare Kill and Monster's writing, since I had recalled a few things that stuck out to me when I read Kill's writing. Him and Monster share many similarities with their writing habits/consistencies. They are as follows (the examples listed are from 18+ content so please do not view if you are a minor):

Use periods and exclamation marks -- but never commas -- as punctuation to end dialogue tags.

Starter dialogue tag always facing outward. Like: ”So... Tight”

Tend to each use a snapshot style of writing, favouring incomplete sentences with frequent use of periods. Examples: K: "His mind, usually so sharp. Focused and organized like the most expensive machines. A killing machine, that worked in perpetual motion, living off killing, adrenaline used like a drug." M: "Your dear, understanding doctor. Doctor Jonathan Crane, who laughed out loud suddenly a couple moments ago. The dark colour covering his exotic looking eyes as he revealed his real nature to you."

Similarly, they both tend to avoid using possessive pronouns and determiners. Examples: K: "_ Pale, little pussy peaked from between her thighs." M: "The scars covering _ man's pale skin," _ = absence of "her, that, the," etc.

Often use adverbs after verbs in a way that feels out of place.

Capitalise after ellipses, always.

"Y/n" always has a lowercase "n".

Sometimes use three ellipses, often use only two.

Use "pants" but never "trousers".

Yeah, so, I may have spent way too much time on this. And I think most of this is redundant, now, especially after the name revelation, but still, I put work into it and didn't want it to go to complete waste lmao. I also had no idea until I was tagged today that apparently there are programs that do this sort of thing for you. Oops.

[allfearstofallto]

The way you write yandere childe makes me literally salivate omg <333 would you mind doing any of A, C, D, H, N, O, W, or Z for him? I hope you don’t feel pressured to write all or any if you don’t want to 😭

No pressure at all friend!! I love writing for Childe!! Trust me! I've been waiting for someone to ask for him!!!

TW: Dub/Non-Con, NSFW, Violence against reaader

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Childe always has cold hands. You know this, because his hands are always on you. There isn't a moment where Childe is near you where he's not touching you.

It could be something as simple as interlocking his fingers with yours or going as far to force kisses upon you, ones where it feels like he's trying to swallow you whole with his tongue down your throat.

He says he just can't keep his hands off of you and that truly does seem to be the case. His cold fingers always find a way to snake themselves onto some part of your body. A sign of affection yes, but also a warning.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He took you because he loves you and wants you near, but Childe isn't against matching the energy you give him. He's playful at heart, after all, but even that has it's limits.

Being soft towards you is his original goal, he wants to pamper you and adore you while you're less than a few feet away. But shoot him glares or fight him off? He can do the same, the only difference is, he's stronger.

He knows that physical wounds will always heal, but that words last forever, so even when he hurts you, he tells you how much he still loves and cares about you. He's only doing this because you can't seem to stop acting up.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Childe's presence alone is against your will. He knows that, so he makes sure to always be near you. Who would've thought that such an annoying man could actually be a Fatui harbinger?

Around every corner, behind every door, it seems like he's even in every room. Childe is always there, even when you don't want him to be. He does many things that you hate, kissing you, hugging you, forcing his affection onto you whenever he pleases, but the worst thing he does is be there.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

It was just a smile. That's what you told him, but that's what he refused to believe.

You smiled at the man with the funny hat. One of Childe's coworkers if you remember correctly. That man shot you a glare and out of pure nerves you smiled back, causing him to look away with his arms crossed. A harmless interaction to you, but one that left your husband fuming.

You were called lots of things that night, slut, bitch, whore. You never smile at him, he'd yell as he fucked you with your face forced against the snowy ground. Your weren't even given the courtesy of a warm bed not when Childe was angry.

You begged him to at least take you indoors. The snow was burning your skin and worst of all, you were embarrassed that someone would see you, but he just scoffed and left another stinging slap on your already sore ass. A whore like you wants to be seen.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Punishments from Childe can either be the most painful thing you've ever experienced, or a joke made to embarrass you. It honestly just depends on what you did and most importantly, how he's feeling.

You've gotten some of the normal ones. Things like spankings and even a version of “time out” where he made you sit in a corner and think on what you did. But you've also been starved for a week with nothing, but water. Sitting at the dinner table, you'd watch him eat his meal, savoring every bite, while your stomach aches from the hunger pains. You could beg, but Childe typically stood true to his words.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

As many as he deems necessary. There are the obvious ones, like not being allowed to leave without his permission, eating your meals with him, sharing your bed with him, things that from the outside looking in seem normal, but are actually just ways for him to have more control over you.

But there are other things he does, things that are a bit more strange. He doesn't like the idea of you even gazing at another man, so all the staff are female. You're dressed to appeal to him, so you wear what he wants you to. Usually things that are revealing in nature, showing off your thighs, chest, and midriff.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

The simple answer is yes. And without hesitance too. Childe is strong. Stronger than he looks and much stronger than his carefree attitude would lead most to believe. Despite his strength, he isn't scared or worried about hurting you.

Be careful of how hard you fight, because he fights back harder. He won't hit you back because he wants to, but because he has to. He has to show you that you can't always get your way, that you can't just expect him to treat you with kindness, when you're not doing the same to him.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally, but it does happen. After trying and failing so many times, after hurting you so much, losing yourself day after day, the light in your eyes is finally gone.

It's one of the only things he regrets. He still has you there, but you're hollow on the inside. One day you're there, the next you're just gone. He does everything in his power to completely bring you back, but he's met with dry, whispery responses from you. He knows that you're truly gone when he tempts you with an easy escape, an open door that you could walk out of with no hassle. He left, giving you the opportunity to just waltz out without him to stop you. But when he comes back, you're still there. And that door is still wide open.

[fake-bleach]

fallen star | darkish!ezra x reader

summary: You're lost, alone, and looking for your family in the middle of a planet you know absolutely nothing about. That's until you encounter a man who offers to help you, giving you more than you bargained for.

word count: 9k (crazy i know oops)

warnings: (18+ only!) fem!afab!reader (no use of y/n), bit of a slow burn but not rly, dub-con smut (ezra convinces reader to give in), kinda manipulative/creepy ezra, unprotected sex, virgin!reader & is innocent as hell so.. innocence kink?, age gap (but reader is of legal age & an adult ofc), piv (pls use protection), fingering, foreplay, nipple play, crying from pleasure, slight spit kink, size kink, breeding kink, praise, degrading, dirty talk, all that good, filthy shit - lmk if i missed anything!

author's note: hi all! this is the first official writing i've ever done so please feel free to give me any suggestions, notes, etc! i've been so inspired by the incredible writers on this app, such as @mypoisonedvine & @toxicanonymity's fics & wanted to give it a try for myself! i'd appreciate it so much if you could let me know if you'd like more from me as well! hope you all enjoy <3

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The heat and humidity sticks to your skin while you run, desperation seething through your teeth as you take a deep breath. You inhale sharply as you finally take a break to sit on the ground. The bright, green scenery around you consumes you as you look around frantically, having seen the same trees and leaves over and over again. You're practically running in circles at this point.

You're stuck, and quite frankly, losing hope.

You've lost your family amidst this strange, new planet, as your father convinced you and the rest of your family that there would be hope to discover new materials and minerals that you'd be able to sell. You all would be rich and finally 'comfortable', not having to live off of the things you'd be feeding off on day by day, as your father said..

What a load of shit.

You're unsure of where exactly your family had gone, as you woke up two mornings ago to an empty tent; the "home" that provided you no privacy for the past few weeks, whatsoever. Since then, you've been on the search for them. They're all you've ever known, and despite the immense pressure and burden you've had on your shoulders for being the eldest sibling, you needed them.

You've never been out in the real world on your own. At least, not without your father to help guide you and provide reassurance in what you were taught to do.. what you had to do. You were completely dumbfounded and unsure of what you'd do next in this planet you hardly knew of, and to your knowledge, barely had any population.

The solitude you've experienced the past 48 hours has been torturous to say the least, and the scraps of food you were luckily able to find were running low already. You were getting tired already. How could you survive if you could barely last a day?

As you catch your breath, you begin to stand back up, prepared to continue on your journey and in hopes of finding more food and water. To your advantage and luck, this planet was breathable, giving you one less problem to worry about. As you lift yourself up back on your feet, you hear the crunch of a branch around you.

You quickly turn your head towards the sound as your breath hitches, your heart racing a bit faster. Your mind wanders to the worst case scenario, unsure of what might be out there. You weren't even sure if there were any creatures or other dangerous species out here.

The one thing you did know was that there were dangerous people out there. There was that constant reminder in the back of your mind, engrained from the repeated lectures that your dad gave you as you grew up.

"Sure, there are monsters out there, honey.. but it's the humans that'll get ya for good. They're the real monsters."

With his words roaming around in your head, you slowly take a step back as you continue to frantically look around, seeing nothing but the same leaves, trees, and branches filled in your eyes. You lick your lips nervously, clearing your throat to prepare yourself to sound tougher than you look.

"Who's there?" You yell out harshly, showing that you're no one to mess with. But to the unknown force watching you, it's not convincing one bit.

Silence fills your ears as nothing responds to you. No voice, no steps.. not a single sound. You take a long pause before you start to open your mouth again, until you see something out the corner of your eye move closer, yet subtly towards you.

Quickly whipping your head around to look towards that direction, you gasp faintly as you see a man approach you slowly. His hands are up, almost in a surrender. "Hey, hey, now.. no need to be afraid.." he says softly to you. The accent that his voice lets out consumes your ears as you take a step back, your eyes looking over him, taking in his presence. He's the first person you've seen in the past 48 hours and you're shocked, and more notably, afraid.

"Step back.. Stay away." You let out sternly, grabbing your small switchblade from your pocket to aim it towards him, trying to prevent him from getting any closer.

He was a tall man with messy, black hair, and a patch of white leaking towards the front. He seemed exhausted, looking at you with hazy eyes and on the brink of passing out. "P-Please, girl.. just need some help, I swear," He says as he licks his dry lips, breathing in harshly, "Been out on my own for a couple of days now.. and I'd assume.. you've been on your own, too."

You scoff as you shake your head quickly, denying the fact of the matter, "N-No, sir, you'd be wrong. I'm just getting back to my family, that's all. I can't.. I can't help you." You tell him as you glance around, a small brink of hope in your chest telling you that your family would be right there. But, you knew deep down, that would never be the case.

You look back at the man in front of you as his hand reaches towards yours, gesturing you to put the switchblade down, "Come on now, no need to do that. We can stick together, huh? I can help you get back to your family, you can help me get some food and supplies.. How's that sound? Keep each other some company, yeah? Then I'll be out of your way.." He tells you with a soft chuckle, a small grin forming on his lips in hopes of you to agree.

You back up a bit more before feeling your back hit a tree, making you sigh harshly as you lick your lips, thinking of what you should do. Your mind races as you think of all the possibilities that can come out of this. If this man was genuine and just needed some company and a bit of help.. he might be able to help you get back to your family.

As long as you kept your distance from him, you'd be okay.. and you would be able to finally find them. You wouldn't have to worry about being on your own anymore.

You look at him with stern eyes as you begin to reply, the grip of your hand on the switchblade tightening, "I don't even know you. You're a stranger. What makes you think I could trust you?" Your voice is a bit shaky as you speak, unsure on what decision you should make.

"That's right, birdie.. I'm a stranger, I know, but I guarantee you that I'm only tryin' to help you. You help me out too, and we'd be doing each other a favor. Killing two birds with one stone, if you will.." He proposes to you, his voice a bit gentle and soft as he tries to persuade you into joining him, giving you a small smile. "You just.. gotta put a bit of faith in me, that's all. I'm sure a pretty girl like you's got a nice heart, hm? We can help each other."

He nods at you as he finishes, taking a step towards you with his hand reaching closer to your switchblade. You breathe out faintly as you nod back at him, slowly bringing your hand back down to the side of your body. You flip the switchblade back and insert it into your pocket, your eyes never leaving his.

You bite your lip nervously as your heart begins to relax a bit, relenting, "I.. Okay, let's say I say yes.. What's in it for me? What makes you reliable in helping me? You said you needed my help too.. what would I be doing for you?"

The shakiness in your voice is evident as he stares at you intently, his eyes focused on you. He chuckles softly, explaining himself to you, "Well, birdie, I know this entire planet like the back of my hand. At least this entire area, that's for sure. More importantly, I know where we can stay for the night. I can give you some food.. a nice, warm place to sleep in.." He lets on, his grin widening as he notices your eyes soften at his words.

He can tell that you're exhausted, the hunger in your stomach increasing as every second passes. He knows what you need.

"Seems to me like you want that, don't you, honey? I can give you that.." He continues as he smiles at you. He seems genuine, even if you can't sense the obscure tone in it. "Just asking for your company, that's all.. that's all I want from you."

You breathe out through your nose, taking in the words he was saying. You're conflicted as your mind races with your fathers' words flooding through your head. But, you know you won't make it out here alone, especially not through another night of wandering on your own without any food or water.

Desperation is getting the best of you.

You gulp and reluctantly nod your head at him, ultimately agreeing to his offer. "Alright, fine, but we're keeping to ourselves, okay? There's no need for us to.. get to know each other or anything like that. You're helping me get back to my family, I'm giving you the 'company' you want: That's it." You establish the ground rules, letting him know that you want nothing else from him.

The man slightly shakes his head at you, poking his tongue against his cheek for a second. He laughs softly and nods, saying, "Alright, birdie. You got yourself a deal. But the least you could do is tell me your name, right? Here, I'll go first.. I'm Ezra."

Putting a name to the face, your eyes soften a bit as you stare at him. Ezra. You acknowledge it and nod your head, taking a pause before telling him your own name.

His mouth forms a bright smile, presenting his nice teeth to you, repeating your name on his tongue. "Lovely to meet you, sweetheart. Now, let me lead the way. Shouldn't take too long." He tells you enthusiastically, looking over at you while he proceeds his way east.

The sun's down by the time you reach the destination that Ezra's led you to. By the time you get there, your mind is hazy, the exhaustion and hunger getting to you with each step you take. Your eyes widen as they lay on the site in front of you; a decent sized tent that seemed much more impressive than the "home" you had with your family for the past few weeks.

Ezra's voice fills your ears, breaking the silence around you outside as he approaches the front of the tent, looking over at you with a grin. "Here we are, honey. Home sweet home." He tells you, licking his lips as he makes his way into it, beckoning you to follow him.

And you do. You follow behind him eagerly, impatiently expecting everything he's promised you: food and a nice, warm place to sleep in. Once you enter the tent, he turns on a lamp that fills the space with light. You're immediately looking around, taking in and cherishing the fact that you're actually somewhere that's remotely cozy and comfortable, just how a home should be.

"Do you like it?" He asks you softly, making his way behind you as you look around with curious eyes. You nod your head, giving him a small smile despite your inability to trust him too much. "It's.. really nice. Thanks, Ezra." You tell him, licking your lips as you pull your eyes away from him to set your bag of things in one of the corners.

The tent has almost everything you'd need in a basic home and it's impressive, to say the least. A small table for you to sit and eat at, a tiny kitchen area, and a decent sized bed that fit perfectly in the corner of it.

You turn your head back towards him, his eyes already wandering over you in curiosity. You ask him eagerly, yet collected, "So.. I was promised food? Can I get that now.. please?" You're trying not to have an attitude, seemingly as this man was kind enough to take you in, but you're starving.

Ezra smiles at you and nods, waving his hand towards his direction to gesture you to come over to him. While he walks towards a decently sized bin, he speaks to you, saying, "Don't got too much here, but it should be more than enough for the both of us the next few days. We'll go out looking for more soon."

You nod and follow him, eagerly looking over his shoulder as he kneels down to open up the bin. It's filled with packs of little food that are meant to get you through a tough journey or for you to get by, but it's definitely not anything special. By all means, food is food and you were more than happy to get what you could.

"Thank you, Ezra, I appreciate it," You say to him kindly as he grabs two bags for you, looking up at you while he places them in your eager hands. He nods at you and gives you that kind smile again, making you grin back at him.

As he grabs his own bags, he closes the bin and stands back up, motioning you to sit with him at the table.

When the two of you sit, you immediately open up the bags and nearly devour your food, your stomach growling in the process of your meal.

You hear a small chuckle as you eat and you look back up at him, mouth full of food. "Slow down, sweetheart. It's not goin' anywhere, don't you worry," He tells you, all while he calmly takes bites of his food, clearly cherishing it more than you are. "The faster you eat, the less you'll enjoy it, you know? Better to eat slow so it fills you up real good." He finishes.

You sigh as you nod at him, agreeing and taking in his advice. You hadn't realized that maybe you should be cherishing what you're getting right now, rather than indulging yourself in it so quickly.

Looking down at your hands, you sigh, apologizing to him. "Sorry.. I've just been so hungry. Thank you.. again. I really am grateful." You finish with a small smile at him, continuing to slowly eat your food and taking in the flavors that were satisfying your palette.

The both of you ate in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. As much as you hated to admit it, you liked knowing that you had someone with you, regardless of who it was. And from the few hours you've spent with Ezra, he seemed like the right person to be with.

As the two of you finish eating, you're satisfied, and definitely a lot more happier than you were before. You were just ready to end the day and get a good night's rest, exhausted from the relentless journey you were on.

You yawn softly as you shut your eyes, bringing your hand to your mouth to cover it up. Ezra looks at you attentively, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips once you remove your hand. You didn't notice that, though.

He then chuckles at you and shakes his head, smiling widely, "Ready to go to sleep now, birdie? You can have the bed tonight." He tells you, the kindness in his voice seeping through.

You look at him with soft eyes, eyebrows furrowing, "No, no, it's okay, I can sleep on the floor. You're the one who got this place and took me here.. you deserve the bed." You tell him earnestly, unable to accept his offer. Sure, it's just a bed, but he deserved to sleep well tonight too.

Ezra just shakes his head at you and laughs faintly, "No, you take the bed. I take the floor. Don't you worry, we'll have time to make it work.." He lets out, chuckling.

You aren't too sure what he means by that.

You ignore it though, just giving him a small smile instead. He was just being kind, and you were grateful for it.

Nodding your head, you reluctantly give in and sigh out, "Okay, just tonight though, alright? I'll be out of your hair eventually, anyway." He just grins at you as he takes in your words, his eyes never leaving your face.

"Right.. it's just a couple of days." He murmurs out, glancing around the room, pursing his lips. He looks back to you and nods, getting up from his seat as he gives you a grin, "Alright, time for bed, darlin'. You need some privacy?" He asks.

Getting up from your seat as well, you nod your head, slowly moving towards your bag. "Yeah, that'd be great, thanks Ezra. I'll let you know when I'm done." You tell him.

He acknowledges your request and walks out the tent, zipping it up securely. You take your spare clothes out of your bag, beginning to change into the comfortable pajamas; the only ones you had left.

You don't feel the eyes on you, staring at your every move.

Getting ready to go to sleep, Ezra's changed into some comfortable clothes as well. He sets up a small area for him to sleep in, right next to the bed that you'll be taking. As he does so, you sit on the bed, staring at his movements.

Still feeling a bit guilty about the bed, you tell him, "Are.. are you sure you're okay sleeping down there? What if you get cold.. or something?" You ask him, gradually starting to care for him more than you hoped or expected to.

He glances up at you, sitting up on his knees as he lets go of the sleeping bag, shaking his head. "Honey, stop asking. This isn't the first time I've slept on the floor, and besides.. it's much more comfortable than you'd think," He replies to you, grinning at your concerns for him, "Don't you worry about me, alright?"

You sigh and nod your head at him, giving into his request to let it go.

"Alright.. goodnight then, Ezra. Thank you, again." You let out tiredly, giving him a final smile. You moved yourself towards the edge of the bed that was facing the wall of the tent, preferring to sleep where you weren't so exposed to any open part of the bed.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." Ezra says, turning off the lamp in the tent before he gives you a final glance.

You turn to your side to shut your eyes, putting your hands underneath the side of your head as extra support from the pillow. You were comfortable, more comfortable than you've been in the past month.

You hear shuffling down on the floor, Ezra moving around in his sleeping bag as he tries to get comfortable enough to be able to doze off.

A couple of minutes go by as you attempt to fall asleep, failing everytime while your body shivers. You had a blanket over you, but it wasn't enough. There seemed to be a constant drift of wind from the outside coming inside the tent, making the heat in your body gradually fade away.

You sighed frustratingly as you softly whispered to Ezra, hoping he was still awake. "Ezra.. is the tent open?" You asked him, wondering if he forgot to close it all the way.

You hear his rough voice, whispering back to you, "No, honey, it's closed.. You cold?" He asks back, leaning up on his arm to look at you.

Turning your head and body towards him, you nod your head and sigh, "Yeah.. sorry, I can't sleep like this.." You let out, annoyed at yourself. You've already asked for so much from him and you were sure he just wanted to sleep already.

He grins at you and begins to get up slowly, saying, "Don't apologize, birdie.. It's hard to sleep when it's so cold," He breathes out, the silence in the room deafening you besides his course voice, "Why don't I come up there? Keep you warm for the night.. I promise it'll help you fall asleep."

You swallow as you think of it, unsure if you should let him be so close to you that way, so quick into your acquaintance. You were so cold though, as your fatigue ran through your body and all you wanted to do was sleep.

So, you agreed. What else was there to lose?

"Okay.. just for tonight." You murmur out, gesturing for him to come on the bed as he nods at you. You lay back down on your side, facing the wall of the tent as you move the blanket so he can have some too.

You feel him get on the bed, the weight and smell of him consuming you just from being right next to you. His hands move the blanket up to lay it on top of himself, sighing contently as he feels the warmth of the both of you surround his cold body in just a few seconds.

A couple of minutes later, as you're gradually starting to doze off, you feel arms wrap around your body, their strong hold pulling you by your waist. Ezra's chest presses into your back, his crotch just below your rear as you gasp softly, the intrusion of physical contact suddenly waking you up and energizing you.

You turn your head slightly to try to look at him, but before you open your mouth to say anything, he cuts you off. "Shh, honey.. just to make you feel a bit warmer. There's no harm in that. Physical contact creates warmth.. you know that, right?" He mumbles to you, just enough to be coherent as you furrow your eyebrows, conflicted by this.

You had just met the man and he was already holding you this close.

You sigh out and breathe softly, saying, "Okay.. I guess you're right," continuing to let him hold you. It starts to feel kind of nice, the warmth in your body increasing as you're both huddled so close together.

As you start to relax again, you press the side of your head to the pillow, allowing yourself to shut your eyes gently and let the sleep take over you.

Your peace is quickly taken away though, as you feel Ezra's hand on top of your hip begin to caress your stomach, slowly moving it lower to the hem of your pajama shirt as he slips his hand underneath it. His hand begins running across your stomach, feeling you.

Gasping softly, you turn your head to look at him again, asking sharply, "What are you doing, Ezra?"

He just hums and continues, his eyes shut. "Shh, sweetheart, c'mon.. Just gonna make you feel better, alright?" He whispers out, his other hand gripping your body tighter against him as the hand on your stomach lowers itself to your pajama pants, starting to slip it underneath the fabric.

You squirm against him as you groan out harshly, "S-Stop, Ezra, stop!" You protest against him, unsure of what to do. Your eyes move around the room frantically as his arms overpower you, holding you still against his chest.

Ezra's eyes open as you squirm against him, making him laugh out faintly at your struggle. His fingers start to roam across your panties, letting them run over your core. His head moves closer to your ear, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Be quiet, honey.. just let me do this, let me make you feel good. It'll keep you warm.."

His hand slips underneath your underwear, quickly cupping your pussy with his entire hand, making him groan out as you whimper, gasping out, "Ezra, please, stop!"

He ignores your pleas, moaning into your ear as his fingers run across your lips, feeling you grow wetter by the second. "Fuck, birdie.. You feel that? You're wet for me.. you're liking this, aren't you, darlin'? It'll feel good, just trust me.." He sighs into your ear, moving his lips to your neck to kiss it softly.

You continue to shake and squirm against him, trying to kick him off of you, but it's no use. He moves his leg over your own, entrapping you against him as you feel his crotch press into your hips and waist. The hard bulge in his soft pants makes you throb, forcing a moan out of you, both from a mixture of fear and unwanted excitement.

"Don't fight me, baby. Don't fight this. It'd be much better for you if you just gave in.. it'll feel so good, sweetheart, please, let me.." He pleas into your ear, pressing two of his fingers on your cunt to find your clit.

Rubbing small circles around your lips, he hears for your moan, indicating that he's found it. He smirks widely as he continues to rub small circles on your clit, feeling you grow wetter by the second as the pressure of his movements persist.

You whine out as your body grows a bit weak, feeling the pleasure build up in your body. Your heart races as you gulp, shutting your eyes tightly. You've never had anyone in your life do this to you before.

Ezra laughs faintly as he continues his motions, "That's it, sweetheart.." He draws out, "Give in, fuck, I know you want to. Anyone ever touch you like this, baby?" He inquires, moving the hand underneath the side of your body you were laying on. He grips your stomach, right below your breasts, and moves his body to lay on his back, taking you with him. Your back lays just against Ezra's side, his left arm wrapped tightly around you, moaning out as he has more control of you like this. He kicks the thin blanket off of the both of you, giving him a view of his hand down your pants and underwear, the moonlight shining through the tent.

You whine out, shaking your head quickly as you feel the warmth grow in your stomach the more he rubs those circles on your clit. "N-No, never, no one's ever touched me like this.." You moan, gasping and panting a bit heavily as you stare down at his fingers moving furiously against you. You can't help but grow wetter at the sight, knowing that it's him who's doing this to you.. but it feels so wrong.

"What I thought, baby.. Knew this pussy was pure." He chuckles, his teasing and almost mean demeanor running through your body, making you shiver and whimper slightly. You don’t know why you like it.

He stops his movements as he slips a finger through your folds, gathering how wet you became, making him sigh out in satisfaction. He pulls his finger out to look at it, showing it to you as well. "Look at that, honey, you're so wet for me now.. Didn't I tell you how good it'd feel, huh?" He lets out as you look at the glistening finger in front of you.

He moves it to suck it into his mouth, moaning around it. Popping it out from his lips, he laughs wryly, "Tastes good too, baby," making you blush furiously. It's so dirty and makes you feel so fucked up.

He takes no time to waste and moves towards your bottoms, quickly grabbing the hem of both your pants and underwear, "Let's get these off now, honey. Wouldn't want them in the way of our fun," and pulls them quickly off of you, making the cold air hit your core.

You gasp loudly as you clench your legs together, not wanting to have him see you there, much less continue.

He looks up at you with dark eyes and places his hands on the top of your knees, warning you, "Don't you get shy on me now, sweetheart. We've already gotten this far. I don't want to make it hurt for you.. I want to make you feel good, baby.." He tells you, his voice gradually becoming softer as he finishes. His hands proceed to grip at your knees, pushing them away from each other to spread your legs for him.

You reluctantly follow his requests, knowing that it would go a lot smoother if you complied. He groans faintly as his eyes latch onto the sight of your wet cunt in front of him, taking it in completely. "Fuck, honey.. what a pretty fuckin' pussy. Gorgeous.." He tells you, the dirty words filling your ears as you blush again at them. You've never had anyone talk to you like that, nor have you even heard anyone speak in that way til’ now.

Your eyes look around the tent, wanting to look at anything else but him and yourself, the shame starting to flow through you. You feel his fingers gently spread your lips apart, making you whimper softly at the feeling. It makes you look down at him and his hands, and you move your legs to try and clench them together again.

He tuts and shakes his head, gripping your knees harshly this time as he pushes your legs away from each other, spreading you for him completely. "You do what I want, baby, and this all goes smoothly, okay? You don't, and I promise you it'll hurt for you."

His eyes are stern as he looks into your own, seeing the angriest he's been so far towards you. You nod your head gently at him, gulping nervously and not wanting to make him any more upset.

The lips on his face slowly turn upwards, grinning at you brightly, "That's a good girl.. Just be a good girl for me," He encourages you, letting his fingers run around your glistening lips again as he moans out softly. "Gonna give you a finger, okay, darlin'? I'll go slow, if that's what you want.." He proposes to you, seemingly wanting to make this enjoyable for you as well.

You nod quickly and sigh sharply, pleading him, "Y-Yes, Ezra, slow please.. Please don't make it hurt."

His smile grows fonder, knowing that he's got you where he wants you now. "Don't worry, birdie, I'll make it good for you.. Just trust me."

The index finger that's right above your clit then moves into your lips, swiping it down between your folds as you moan. He then finds your entrance, pushing it in slowly and as gently as possible, making him groan out.

You gasp softly as your jaw falls open, looking down at his finger entering you. He sighs, "Fuck, so tight, sweetheart.." as his finger then pushes all the way inside of you, thick and long. You pant as you stare at his hand, clenching around his finger. He looks up at you and smirks, lips curling up into another grin, "S'good for me, honey.. Have you ever even touched yourself?" Ezra prompts you, realizing how shocking this was for you.

You move your head to look up at him and shake your head, gasping out, "Just.. just touched myself a couple of times, but never.. put one inside," and you lick your lips, your throat becoming dry, making you gulp.

He chuckles and slips his finger out, thrusting it back into you to see you gasp again, making him laugh. "Fuck, that's hot, baby.. Pretty pussy taking my finger so well. So tight.. Think you can take more?" He asks you, his finger gradually moving faster as you grow wetter, the squelching sounds filling the space more and more.

You moan out louder as you bite your lip, nodding your head at him. It was starting to feel good, and you couldn't help but give in.. forgetting about ever wanting him to stop.

"Good fuckin' girl, birdie.. My god." He says, taking his finger out just enough for it to be outside of your entrance. He presses his index and middle finger together now, rubbing them in between your folds to gather the slick you've produced for him. He then pushes it into your hole once he feels they're wet enough, making you whine loudly.

You gasp out, "F-Fuck, Ezra!" and grip onto one of the pillows next to you, lifting your head to sit up and watch his movements. You feel your body grow hotter by the second, the overwhelming feeling of his slow, yet deliberate fingers moving deeply inside of you, the mere sight of it making you lightheaded.

Your throat grows dry as you pant heavily, feeling nothing like you've ever experienced before. His eyes wander over your body, taking in the view of your worn out face, moaning for him, and your body that's trembling for him, your baggy shirt lifting up and up as you begin to shake.

His gasp is low and loud as he smirks, his mouth falling open as he looks at you, his need for you increasing more and more. As his fingers continue to move, he adds a third finger, making your face twist in pleasure and a mix of pain, the sudden intrusion shocking you. It feels too good for you to even care at this point.

He praises you filthily, moving his free hand to move your shirt up, exposing your tits for him. "God, you're so pretty, honey.. Such a pretty fuckin' cunt. Can't believe I found you, huh?" He says, making you squirm as butterflies fill your stomach with his dirty words and nick names.

He grasps onto one of your tits, squeezing it harshly, but not harsh enough to hurt you. Just right. He twists one of your nipples gently between his thumb and index finger, watching as it hardens and perks up for him. He groans at the view and brings his face closer to them, taking your other nipple into his mouth as he sucks onto it desperately.

You moan loudly, whimpering against him as the pleasure grows immensely. You've never felt this good in your life and you're in absolute bliss. You're not sure how or if it could get better than this.

"E-Ezra, can't.. can't take it, oh god," You cry out, panting even faster and louder as his fingers hit a spot inside of you that makes you see stars for a second. It's too overwhelming, too fucking good. Your hands find their way towards Ezra's hair, tugging on it gently, needing him more than ever. You wouldn't even begin to think that meeting him today would lead to this moment.

He finally removes himself from your tits, chuckling darkly as he looks up at you, bringing his head closer to your face. He looks at you intently, with desire and as if you were the only person in the entire world.

His fingers slow down, making you catch your breath a bit, and he removes them from your entrance, bringing them up to your face. "Taste yourself for me, baby.. Wanna see you take my fingers, can you do that, honey?" He whispers softly to you, his three fingertips resting against your lips, waiting for you to open them up for him.

You oblige, nodding your head as you open your mouth for him, allowing him to slip them in between your lips. You close your mouth shut around them, sucking on them gently as you moan out, looking at him the entire time. Your eyes roll back as he pushes them even further into your mouth, making it a bit harder to breathe, but you continue, wanting to please him.

His fingers were so thick in your mouth, and his scent was driving you insane. "Atta girl.. God, you're so fuckin' sexy. Makin' me go all crazy, you know that, pretty girl?" He groans out, bringing his free hand to grip your chin roughly. It makes you whine against his fingers, making Ezra feel the vibration of it through them.

He laughs lowly and slowly pulls his fingers out of your mouth, looking at them as your saliva connects, providing a string of it as he pulls it away. He just chuckles as he watches it, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. His grip on your chin moves to your cheeks now, squeezing your face a bit tightly as he demands you, "Open your mouth, baby. Open wide for me."

You quickly listen to him, opening your mouth as wide as you can. Before you could even process it, he spits down your throat, making you gasp loudly. "Now, swallow it. Swallow it all, darlin', let me see it." He instructs you, his grip on your face remaining rough and tight.

You nod and close your mouth, swallowing all of it for him. His hand squeezes your cheeks together, making you open your mouth again to let him see that you did what he asked of you. "Dirty, dirty fuckin' girl. Got so lucky, didn't I? Now you're getting it.." He lets out, snickering as you stick your tongue out to prove it.

His words make you feel so filthy, but you can't help but start to love it.. crave it. He's making it harder for you to even breathe right now.

You let out a small laugh, still absolutely worn out and overwhelmed, thanking him as your head feels cloudy. Ezra then grasps onto one of your hands, making you stare at its motion. He brings your palm to his hard bulge, all pent up through his pants, and the way it feels makes you moan. You've heard stories about men and this happening to them, but you never thought you'd be able to feel it like this.

"See how you make me feel, sweetheart? How hard you make me? You know what this means, right?" He says to you, his voice rough and raspy while he palms your hand over his bulge, making him moan lowly. You shake your head, not knowing if what you're thinking is the right answer.

He grins and chuckles, "Means I need your pretty pussy around me, honey. That's the only way I can satiate this.. make it all go away.. You gonna help me with that, baby? Gonna be a good girl for me?" Ezra eggs you on, wanting you to crave this just as much as he does.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you swallow a bit nervously, unsure but curious to know how it'll feel like. You've wondered about this your entire life, and you could finally experience it now.

You open your mouth to speak, hesitating to do so. Ezra softly rubs his other hand towards your inner thigh, attempting to reassure you. "Don't worry, birdie.. I'd never hurt you, if that's what you're concerned about. I'll make it feel real good for you. Make you see stars, honey.. What do you say?" He encourages, leaning in closer to your face.

What else do I have left to lose? You ask yourself, coming to your decision to agree. You pause, nodding your head at his proposals.

"Words, darlin', need you to tell me. Tell me you want this.. that you want me." He tells you, urging it from you as he removes your hand from his bulge to lift his hand to your face, gently caressing your cheek affectionately. It makes you shudder to the touch.

You sigh, inhaling sharply, "I want you, Ezra.. I want this." You admit to him, the arousal running through your body as it reaches your core. You grow wet again, thinking of this actually happening.

He smiles gently at you and leans in closer to your lips, whispering out against them, "That's it.. Atta girl, baby," and presses a gentle, yet firm & long kiss to your lips.

You moan into the kiss, shutting your eyes at the feeling. You've been kissed before, but never like this.. never from a man who's made you feel this good. It leaves you dazed and hazy as he pulls away from you, the need for him growing even more.

Ezra's hands reach for his pants now, grabbing onto the hem as he pulls it down along with his own underwear, revealing his hard cock for you. The sight of it makes your mouth water, wondering how he'll even fit inside of you if you could barely handle a few of his fingers.

Your throat grows dry as you gulp nervously at the thought, making you stammer out, "Ezra.. A-Are you sure it'll be able to fit? I.. I'm not sure if it will.." You confess to him, licking your lips as you finally look up at him.

A soft laugh escapes his throat as he grins at you, stroking his cock gently and slowly, staring at you with a hard gaze, "Don't you worry, honey.. I'll make it fit." He tells you, the nervous tone in your voice all the more spurring him on, aching with need for you. "Now, keep those legs open for me, birdie.. Wanna look at you while I take you."

Your heart races at his words, yet you comply with his requests, knowing that there's no way of getting out of this regardless. Nodding your head and staring at his face intently, you keep your legs spread for him, the cold air hitting your core and making you shiver.

Ezra moves himself in between your legs, grabbing the base of his cock with his right hand as he rubs the tip of it along your wet folds, making him moan out from the feeling. His stare is fixed onto your glistening cunt; the only thing he's been fantasizing about this entire day.

Without warning, he pushes the fat head of his cock into your pussy all while keeping his eyes on your face, wanting to see your reaction to him. Your eyes shoot open from the sudden intrusion, mouth falling open. "E-Ezra!" You gasp out, looking down at his body connecting to yours as you grip the bed to the best of your ability.

He just lets out a sigh of satisfaction, laughing at your reaction, "Sorry, baby.. Couldn't wait any longer. You can take more, can't you?" He pushes you, smirking as he continues to make his way into your cunt more and more, feeling his cock grow deeper inside of you.

Your walls involuntarily clench around him, the stretch of it almost unbearable for you as your shut your eyes, throwing your head back. He wasn't giving you any time to really adjust, and the pain burned while the pleasure slowly made itself apparent with the warmth in your body growing quickly.

Panting, your heart races even faster, unable to stop yourself from opening your eyes. You keep your gaze on the sight of him pushing himself inside of you, making your body feel fuller by the second.

Ezra groans as he continues to push further, gasping out, "Fuck, that's it, baby.. What a tight fuckin' pussy. Fillin' you up nice and good, just like you needed.." The words on his tongue making you throb for him, as he finally buries himself inside of you completely.

Your breath is taken away as his thick cock fills you to the brim, tears beginning to form in the corner of your eyes as your mouth gapes at the feeling and sight of it. He's huge, making it evident that way as you see him bulge out from your stomach.

He chuckles as his eyes follow where yours are, seeing himself in your stomach. He places his hand right there on top of it, pushing onto your stomach so you can feel him right there. "You feel me in you, honey? So deep, I know.. But it feels good, don't it? Takin' every fuckin' inch.." He pants, slowly but adamantly rocking himself against you.

It takes every bit of control in him to not fuck you hard, taking what he wants from you and using you how he wants.

"Gonna move now, baby.. S'gonna feel real good, I promise.." He whispers, reaching for one of your legs to lift it up onto his shoulder, making the angle of his cock push into you even deeper as you groan loudly, the unbearable feeling running through your core.

You just lay there, taking it as the pleasure builds up and up inside of you, his hips pushing and pulling as the speed gradually increases.

He pulls his hips back, his hand pressing harshly onto your stomach to keep you still and full of him, making sure that he pulls his cock out just enough for it to rest at your entrance, wasting no time to shove it back into you.

The burn of his girth and how much it stretches you feels incredible now, making you moan out and shudder at the feeling. With each push of his cock, he fills you completely, pressing his hips to the hilt of your pussy, almost like you're taking him deeper every time.

"F-Fuck.. Ezra— please.. please!" You whine, the tears in your ears now falling down your cheeks at the overwhelming pressure in your pussy. "So.. So good, please, fa-faster.." You plead, your eyes fixed on him completely.

He lets out a filthy laugh, loving how much you're craving for it now. He knew he'd get you right where he wanted you. "That's my girl.. my good girl. Don't you worry, honey, I'll give you more than you need.." Ezra whispers lowly to you, the speed of his thrusts and movements now going at an unbearable pace, making your body shake and move from the force of his hips.

You whine out loudly, choking out as your eyes shut from the rapid change of speed. The noises that your pussy makes from his huge cock hammering inside of you is filthy, making you flush from how it rings in your ears.

"Dirty girl.. You hear yourself? Hear how soaked you are from my fuckin' cock? Can't get enough of this pretty little pussy, honey.. It's too good. Wanna fuck this cunt forever.." He groans out, making your eyes roll back at his words.

His movements suddenly halt as he pulls out of you, grabbing onto your waist roughly to flip you onto your stomach, trapping your legs and hips with his thighs. Ezra quickly grabs hold of his cock, gliding the tip of it through your folds as he shoves it back inside your tight cunt, feeling him deeper than you ever thought you could.

Your back involuntarily arches up, the feeling of him buried inside of you being too much, too deep, as you whale and whine, turning your head to try to look at him. "W-Wait! Too much, please.. slow down!" You choke out, trying to get him to relent.

Ezra just laughs and shoves your head back down onto the bed with his left hand, the other pushing your back down to press your stomach flat. He shushes you, his thrusts quickening as he fills you with each push, "Shh, honey.. Just take it.. You can do it, I know you can, baby.. S'Better like this. Take this fuckin' cock, like the good girl you are.."

Your body convulses at his harsh movements, making your stomach coil in pleasure as you feel yourself grow hotter and hotter, the feeling in your cunt making you sob out. His cock repeatedly hits that spot deep inside of you, making you see stars.. just as he promised you.

His hips continuously collide with your ass, moving his hands to grab handfuls of it, squeezing your cheeks harshly as he spreads your ass for him, watching his cock plunge into you over and over again.

"Fuck, birdie.. Gotta nice ass, too.. So perfect for me." He chuckles out, slapping your ass a few times, making you squirm and groan out from the pleasurable sting. "Mmphf!" You whimper, his hand pushing the side of your face down onto the bed.

You cry out, tears falling down your cheeks as you sob, "T-Too much, Ezra! I.. I can't.."

He shakes his head and tuts his tongue, correcting you, "Yes, you can, you can, sweetheart.. Not gonna stop til' I'm done with you," He says harshly, his tone needy and mean as his movements grow rougher. "Cryin' so pretty for me, baby.. Makin' me so proud.. My girl."

You shake as your body convulses from his thrusts, and Ezra laughs at that, knowing that you're close.. feeling that you're close, as you clench around his huge cock repeatedly, that unrelenting feeling building up in you.

Ezra's arm moves beneath your stomach, grasping onto your waist tightly as he suddenly pulls you up against his chest. He holds you unbelievably close and tight against him, making it impossible for you to move away, keeping you absolutely still for him. His hand at your waist moves to one of your tits, grabbing it hard as he holds you there.

His thrusts hit that spot inside of you repeatedly, pressing into it over and over again as you shake, your body feeling too weak to even hold yourself up. Ezra just does that for you, gripping and taking your body to his liking, as if your body was his.

To be fair, your body already is.

Sobbing out, you scream and shut your eyes tightly, lifting your head up to rest it on his shoulder, his pants and groans filling your ears as you grow lightheaded. "That's it, honey.. Gonna come for me? I feel it.. Feel how close you are. I am too.." He whispers in your ear, moving his free hand down to your cunt, using two of his fingers to rub rapid circles on your clit.

Your eyes shoot up at the feeling, enduring the feeling of your climax increasing as your stomach tightens and coils uncontrollably. "F-Fuck— Ezra! Go-Gonna.. come!" You cry out, your body completely giving out as his cock just takes you.

"That's right, come on my fuckin' cock, baby.. Gonna come too.. fill you up real good, sweetheart.. Make you mine."

Your eyes widen at his words, knowing that he shouldn't.. he can't. "N-No, Ezra, not inside, you can't, I.." You whimper out as your breath hitches in your throat.

He just shakes his head, laughing in your ear, "I can't? I can't? I can do whatever I want, baby. Nothin's stoppin' me.. not you, not your little family.. They're long gone now, honey.."

You whimper and cry out, squirming against him as you try to pull away, knowing that you can't get pregnant. Not in a world like this.

Your pleads just spur him on, all while his fingers on your clit push you further to the edge.

"You know, I was watching you.. following you around all day.. wondering how tight this pretty cunt would feel around me. Fuck.. I was right.. Now, you're mine. Never gonna leave you, baby.. Pussy's too good. Can't let you go.. Can't give this up."

Tears stream down your face as the pressure inside of you builds up with every breath you take, not even processing the words he just said. Your lower body shakes as you try to keep your eyes open, screaming out, "G-God.. M' gonna come!" His fingers apply even more pressure on your clit as he laughs. "Come for me, honey.. Doin' so good for me. Come on my fuckin' cock."

Your ears drown out every single noise in the tent, ringing loudly as your throat tightens, screaming out. Your cunt tightens around his cock, clenching onto him as much as you can as your pussy convulses and writhes against his, seeing stars. He fucks you through it, his pace never faltering as your climax coats his cock with your slick, running down your weak thighs.

He lets go of your body, making you collapse on your stomach as his thrusts go faster, harder. He's close, and you can feel it too, his cock twitching inside of your spent cunt.

His groans fill the room as he hammers into you, gripping onto your ass and waist to keep you still for him. "Gonna fill this pretty pussy so deep, you're gonna feel me for days, honey.. That way, you'll never leave me.. Never gonna feel any other man fuck you this good.. My pretty girl.."

You whine out at his words, knowing how fucked up it is.. but, you can't help but love it.

His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling your waist flush against him as he groans loudly, holding you there. His cock is buried inside of you as deep as he can, pulsing streams of his come inside your cunt. You feel him deep inside of you, painting your walls as you sob out at the feeling. "O-Oh, fuck!"

"Fuck, yeah, baby.. All fuckin' mine, Take it. That's a good girl." He sighs out contently, pushing his cock even a fraction of an inch deeper, as far as he can. You whimper at how full you feel, his come running through your pussy, whining at how good it feels for you, even though it shouldn't.

Ezra's body slowly collapses on top of your back, keeping himself inside of you as he finally slows down, beginning to catch his breath, his high deterring.

The tears in your eyes start to dry up and your eyes stay wide open, processing everything that just happened. The shock runs through your body, making you shiver at the thought. You can't help but crave him even more, making you realize that you wanted this.

Ezra moves his hands around your waist to pull you against his chest as he rolls to his side, taking you with him. He pulls you in closer, preventing you from moving, staying flushed against him.

His coarse, gentle voice fills your ears as you shut your eyes, the exhaustion catching up to you, all while his hand runs through your hair, caressing your head affectionately.

"All mine, honey.. Never lettin' you go.."

And he never does.

You never make it back home.

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I don't want a 3rd szn without Izzy. I just don't. Call me dramatic or whatever, but I'm so genuinely heartbroken by his death. I feel so betrayed. Izzy was the heart of the show, and now he's gone.

The aftermath of his death felt rushed, he wasn't buried at sea (like what the fuck, a lifelong pirate like Izzy would've wanted to be buried at sea) and the crew was just happy to get back on the revenge and set sail without their unicorn? Everyone just gets a happily ever without Izzy? Izzy died a painful death shot by a pompous asshole and for what? Some metaphor about the end of the golden age of piracy? Piss off. Closure for Ed? That could've been achieved a number of other ways. Izzy couldn't get any assurances that HE was loved? Even on his fucking deathbed? The man who protected the crew with life and limb? It doesn't feel right, and it never will. Izzy deserved so much better, and so did Con.

And worst of all, perhaps, is that Djenkins was planning on killing him all along. The whole time, while we were falling in love with the little angry man, rooting for him and rejoicing when he wore makeup in front of the crew and was vulnerable with them...he was a dead man walking.*

*I've seen ppl make rlly good points about how death was treated throughout the show and I wanted to add that context here. If I can find whose post I'm thinking of, I'll tag them

**Edit: Izzy's death was an incredible shock. EVERYONE ELSE IN THE SHOW survived their near death experiences!!! Stede got choked near to death, stabbed (twice!), and survived all of that unscathed. Ed got his head smashed in by a FUCKING CANNONBALL, pumbled by the crew and made it out with barely a scrape. Even Calico Jack could've (apparently) escaped death after being shot with a goddamn cannonball. The Swede was poisoned but was already immune to it. Wow! We (at least I felt this way), as an audience, believed that there wouldn't be any character deaths due to the overwhelming evidence we'd been given thus far. So after alllll the in show evidence that the laws of medicine or physics don't apply to ANY of the pirates, why suddenly apply it when it comes to Izzy? Hmmm??? It makes no fucking sense. It's cruel and unusual punishment. They really killed off the queer disabled elder??? Jesus christ. Did not a single person in the writer's room have a qualm about it? The optics alone are bad. But more importantly, killing off the queer disabled elder is inherently political, whether djenkins thought of it that way or not (& i dont think he did). The mere existence of queer people is inherently political in a society (the US), which wishes for our eradication. So killing off a beloved queer disabled elder, on a show which seemed to promise us queer joy and a happy ending, IS POLITICAL. it's a slap in the face and a punch through the fucking gut.

It feels doubly awful because we, as an audience, were given something we've never had before, an unapologetically queer show. One that didn't soften or censor itself for straight viewers. It was created with such love, at least it felt like, for us. So to be given that gift, and to feel recognized and seen and appreciated, only to have it snatched away...

I can only speak for myself, of course, but it's genuinely heartbreaking. I'm so utterly disappointed. I wish so badly that Con got more time with Izzy. I think Izzy means a lot to him, and he means a lot to us, too.

❤️‍🩹🦄❤️‍🩹I love you, Izzy, and I always will. Rest in peace, my little meow meow, you were and are so loved.❤️‍🩹🦄❤️‍🩹

[lovelytayforce]

Random character ask; TF Prime Soundwave!!

1. Canon I outright reject The boring face they gave him in the comics, idk it always felt so boring for a mech as mysterious as Soundwave. And I've entertained a silly thought if you take his visor off, he has his OG red visor underneath; no optic reveal baby! 3. Obscure headcanon That he's one of the oldest Cybertronians upon the Nemesis; he'd seen the great war with the Quintessons and depending on my moods; met Alchemist Prime. Listen I just love old man Soundwave. Need more "I'm so old; I saw the sun burn alight" type vibes from him. I'm gonna add a couple more cause I never get to talk about these hcs lol He loves Vaporwave and has listened to every sample of the original as well; my boy is cultured. He's just as much of a nerd as Megs; it's why they get along so damn well one likes cartoons and SW is the old head who is stanning idols from the 80s. I've used Akina Nakamori for a few RP muses for him before. He joined the Cons first for his hatred of the Prime(s) and how they allowed their world to fall into the hands of functionism. All Loyalists have to start somewhere. 😎 6. Worst personality trait His silence, as cool as it is I feel like it'd net him a lot of trouble in terms of communication because using someone else's words can go so far. I guess it's less his worst personality trait and more a double-edged sword. 9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character I'm easily pleased as a Soundwave fan so like the first time I saw him, I JUST KNEW HE WAS ICONIC; I didn't enjoy TFA's Soundwave at all at the time. Just wanted my cool bro back and TFP delivered and he only grew on me more as time went on! 13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done Let Starscream go about his tomfoolery but outside canon and in my own roleplay I had bro running a whole new planet of a revived Cybertron like looking back. Dang bro go take a vacation!!

[rxsilabeth--er]

But being a criminal and getting trans!reg pregnant....like it's all planned.

Reader being obsessed with reg from the beginning from when he was just a trainee and committing crimes just so he could visit the scenes and watch reg. Killing people till he's darling boy is head of this case and being the one to bring him in. When he is, he chats up reg at a bar or sth, and poor reg is so clueless. Doesn't the guy he's riding and losing his mind over is the same person who is killing all those young victims he's investigating. By the time he figures it out, everything has gone to hell. And little reg is pregnant with the child of a serial killer. The worst part is that he knows. He can't tell anyone cause if his team finds out he got knocked by the psycho they're trying to catch, he'll lose the respect of the entire bureau. And Reg doesn't want to abort cause he's too stupidly in love with the man that gave him the child. However, he's shocked when he finds out the man made a small mistake in the last crime scene, but his team doesn't know it's killer and reg is a hundred percent sure the clue wasn't a mistake and was all planned out. And know he's interviewing his baby daddy in a small metal room who is highly aware of the tiny life growing inside of him and is too smug about it. With his new role as a potential witness to the case, he decides to offer his help with catching the murder and reg's boss agrees and is grateful to have the help of a local. Soo he grows to be liked by the whole group, and it's torture for reg. He keeps pulling reg into closets and bending him over the desk, promising to give him the little family he's always talked about on their dates, teasing him about how he has always been an over achiever and Regulus knows he could easily let himself hate him had their were not moments where the man was too domestic. Him walking into the office, wrapping his arms around his waist, rubbing his stomach. Talking about how their swert child will come out a genius. How he'll marry reg, whenever his ready. Always carrying with him water so reg is hydrated, doughnuts for the craving. Home-cooked meals, that reg can't help but mouth over. When reg is working too hard he'll walk into the office rub his back and little bump, telling him he shouldn't work too hard, it's bad for the baby, whispering little clues about the case In his ears. He'll buy him presents and make little baby jokes in front of everyone, making everyone confused. They'll ask if he's got a special someone at home and he's like yeah, we're expecting. He'll look reg right in the eye and go "smartest and prettiest little mama I've ever seen" and when it gets too hard for reg to cover the bump, he promises he'll quit but only if reg agrees to live with him.

Sorry, I may have gotten too obsessed 😅 I got this idea at what? 3:50 a.m and now it's 4:22. Had to get it all down immediately 😭

I'm drooling over this, it's such a piece of diamond!!! I NEED IT!! Oh my god, it's so cute yet so sexy!! Here take preggo! Reggie smut in exchange for the amazing gold's price!!| Warnings: dub-con? Slight manhandling, gun on head (reg's fine, dw), reader is kinda unhinged and insane, chocking, reg's pregnant, I have no idea, what came over me to write this...

Thank god, everyone in the office was actually gone out to eat, Regulus said he wasn't feeling and you brightly volunteered to stay behind to care of the Head Detective and the others agree, because you're a local who became VERY close with the group.

And Regulus knew why...Regulus's head felt like it was burning, crying on his knees, spewing insults, yelling, screaming and what not simply to argue with you over the fact that you're always at his office now and he doesn't like it...

You simply grinned down at him, you liked when he cried, it was cute, you know you should be angry at him, but maybe it was the fact that he was pregnant that suddenly made him so cute and made you want to make him cry more and mewl on your cock like that other night in the forest where you pounded in him on the forest floor beside his friend, Barty's house.

Softly you walked close to the kneeling boy, lifting his face softly and grabbing his face tightly, "You cry so damn much, it's fucking annoying how pretty you look." you softly hummed as Regulus's soft whimpering as you grab his arm and lift him up, pulling him up as you sat on his chair, the Head detective's chair.

You let him stand as he continued to scream at you for the next few minutes, maybe it was the pregnancy moodswings but after a few minutes of screaming, he stood there sobbing, pregnancy emotions always got out of hand, you guessed.

Softly he walked closer to you, sitting in your lap, crying in your neck as your hands stroked his thigh and sides, one hand travelling up to the top of his jacket, you softly pulled it off as he continued to cry, whine and sob on your lap, as one hand unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt softly, the other rubbing his thigh, the shirt still tucked in enough to hide his body well.

You snaked your hands inside his shirt, rubbing his stomach where you felt the smallest amount of movement, was it from Reg's breathing or the baby's notice of his father being around, you didn't know, you preferred the latter, knowing the man in your lap could never help his greediness he had over you, his obsession over you which he tried SO HARD to deny always made you grin and made you think how cute he'd like crying on your cock.

The other hand softly unbutton his trousers, your hands slipped inside his pants on his hips, holding his hips softly as you pet his hips a bit for him to lift his hips for you remove his trousers. Throwing them haphazardly, your fingers softly grazed his clothed cunt, already starting to wet and leak even through his panties, "Oh? Already wet...expected this from you honestly." you hummed softly, taking his hand on yours and guiding it to your trousers.

As he unbuttoned your pants, you simply pushed his panties aside and stroked his cunt and clit, but not touching him where he wants. Panting and whining, he simply pulled out your cock, whining as you simply sighed. "Pitiful.." you stared at him, but he's pregnant, might as well be sweet right?

So that's how he ended up riding you, wailing and moaning like it's nobody's business as his fingers were plunged in your mouth, plugging your mouth as you sucked and slobbered over his fingers like he did on your cock with a smirk seeing him go crazy and whiny simply from bouncing over you, one of your hands rubbing and squeezing his clit and the other rubbing his tummy which was seemingly growing to show your kid inside him...

Thrusting up into his cunt, the hand which was on his stomach moved up to softly pinch his nipples just as the ringtone of your phone rang through the office, as Regulus's cries resonated within the walls, just before you pulled his panties you tore off of him and shoved it in his mouth, taking the call, putting it on speaker and placing it on the table, while one of your hands held his wrists tightly, while the other moved to hold his throat.

Noticing his movements stopped, you leaned close to his tear-stricken face and asked, "What? Did I ask you to stop? Continue fucking riding." you said softly, you were sure if not for the panties stuck in his mouth and your hand on his throat he would whine loudly to show everyone what was happening.

"Hello?" Barty's voice came from the call, "Yeah? Hello Barty!!" You asked brightly, in contrary to how you were fucking Regulus on your dick. As Regulus continued to bounce on top you, "Yeah, uh, we're reaching the station back in like two to three minutes." Barty said as all blood ran from Regulus's face while you only smirked,

"Oh? Oh, please, do come early...I miss you all and if not me, then Reggie sure does, don't you?" you said smirking as Barty laughed over the phone, "I bet, aight, I'll tell Evan to drive faster, can't leave our besties alone, can we? See you!" he said before hanging up as you pulled Regulus's panties out his mouth, making him whine as you pressed down on his throat and rubbed his clit a bit harshly,

"Why-...Why would you..you-fuck! Why would you do that?!" he asked, trying to be angry, but his exterior flattered the moment you thrust inside of him, hearing him wail.

"Come on, hurry up, don't you want to cum? If not now, then you'll have to wait up until, I don't know....a few hours?" you said as he suddenly began speeding his movements up, as you relaxed in the chair, groaning as you kissed his chest and left hickeys, biting him as he simply whined and tried his best to ride you. Your hands no longer working on his body neither did you put in any effort, if he wanted it, he can have it all by himself especially after screaming at you,

"i'm still upset at you yelling at me, so I will relax, you use me and get yourself off." you said simply, hands simply on his stomach, stroking his swelling belly, letting him use you.

Regulus tried his best to replicate the feelings of you, pinching his nipples, squeezing his clit, plunging your fingers in his hole besides your cock if you felt more mean, or the way your cock touched parts of his body his long fingers couldn't even reach...

His wet finger rubbing his own clit, as he ride to bounce himself on top of you like you always force him to, the other hand on top of yours on his stomach, feeling your cock bulging in his stomach, it was hurting, but he simply couldn't reach his good points!

What the hell, you're supposed to care for him, your baby's momma, your pretty little baby and your gorgeous princess (as you called him in a degrading way).

It wasn't helping that you were pinching his nipples seemingly out of nowhere and reminding him, "Come on, don't want the whole sector to know you're a whore right? They're gonna be here any minute now." he said. His pleasure was teetering between too much and too little and it was driving him wild,

"Ah-fuck!...please! I-I'm..fuck..I'm sorry, it's not working!!" he whined, his tears dripped down his cheeks with drool also falling down his cheeks making you shake your head, "I'm sorry, baby. You're on your own." you said simply, groaning as he clamped down on your, throwing your head back, sadism making you feel happy and a smirk on your lips as he again began to move up and down, his thighs burning just as the sounds of other's car's parking was heard.

"Oh, looks like they're here, awwhhh, baby, hurry up, come on, cum." you said with fake pity as Regulus let out a loud whine, near scream,

"PLEASE! I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry...Please..it hurts and I-fuck! Can't do it, I need you, I need you!....in here..Please daddy? Don't wanna pleasure your little cumslut...am I not carrying your baby?" he softly, whined taking your hand and placing it on his dripping cunt softly throwing his head back, you groaned and rolled your eyes as you held his hips, the fucking cumslut was smart and fucking cute,

"Awhh, fine. But hear me slut, you're not cumming the whole night after this." he said as he nodded desperately, "Fine, yes, yes!!" he nodded as you looked over to see Barty, Evan, Pandora, James, Sirius, Remus, Lily and literally everyone in the group was entering the building.

You quickly pulled out and flipped him over, slamming back inside as you pounded him on the table, as you looked over the desk to see your gun that confiscated in a opened drawer, pulling it you softly placed it on his head, making Regulus tense up, as you continued to pound inside him, spanking his ass red and rubbing it softly between your warmed up palm of the other hand before it moved to bundle up in his hair to pull up his falling and lolling head as his whined,

"Awhh, what? Scared, baby? You should be. Fucking brat, you should be fucking grateful I don't pull the trigger for almost revealing my identity...But fuck, baby, I love you." you hummed moving fast, moving the fun down to nudge his clit with the cold metal as you pounded in him, pulling his hair, and biting his shoulders, you were dressed up but he wasn't except his opened shirt hanging from his shoulders.

Regulus's whines began to be more high-pitched and faster, "Uh..No, wait..it feels weird, sir! PLEASE! It-fuck, feels like I'm gonna pee...Please, no i'm-ngh!...I'm gonna cum." he whined, thrashing softly as you placed the gun back on the table and shoved fingers in his mouth, gagging him on them, as the other pinched and rubbed his clit roughly, you could hear the other's footsteps outside on the corridors...

"Fucking cum, I better not get caught. They're just outside the door, sweetheart." you hissed as Regulus whined and let out a soundless cream as he squirted over you dripping down as he clamped down on your cock, his head dizzy as he whined softly.

That pushed you over the edge as you quickly came inside him and pulled out, staring at his dripped ass as Regulus scrambled to get his articles of clothing, including the ripped up panties and ran to the bathroom, banging the door closed just as the door opened to them, "Hey!! We got food for you as well!!" Pandora said brightly holding up a bag as they all stare at you fixing your unbutton shirts with a sweet smile, back on your lips,

"Hi, welcome back!! Where were you all gone for?" you asked, fixing your pants behind the desk hiding you as you smiled brightly. "Oh, nowhere really." Mary said sighing as she pulled up a chair beside you as you sat on the Head Detective's desk, "Where is Regulus?" Dorcas asked, as you slightly panicked, "Oh, uh, he's in the bathroom." you said smiling nodding towards the bathroom in the office.

Everyone nodded as Pandora handed you the food bag, "Oh yeah, speaking of. Reminds me, you look unsuually happy, are you expecting someone at home?" James asked smiling, as you nodded with a boyish grin,

"Yep, i'm expecting a baby!" You said just as Regulus walked out wiping his face with a napkin, his clothes back on, " the prettiest and gorgeous mama I've ever seen.." you said softly smiling at Regulus who blushed and walked closer, shooing you to get your own chair...

You pulled one beside him, as everyone began leaving to go back to different things they had to work on, as you ate your food in silence with Regulus, pulling him back to sit in your lap on the Head Detective's chair, a hand on his tummy.

You didn't really notice it, but after the few months, he was honestly starting to show, if not for the fact that he wore a brown blazer over it that hid his stomach, but if he wasn't wearing it, it was blatantly obvious as you stared at his stomach.

Regulus noticing your gaze no tummy, he hid it under his arms, his insecurity skyrocketed since becoming pregnant, but despite being insane it would be wrong to lie since he was looking gorgeous than anything,

"Quit this job, I'll take care of you." you blurted out suddenly making Regulus glare at you, "You have a lot of fucking audacity." he said pulling you close by your collar, "I'm serious...I don't want you to be held responsible if I got caught being a killer, I want you and the baby to be safe, quit this. I have money, I'll take care of you." you said softly, rubbing his stomach with one of the rare, genuine smile you held making Regulus a bit surprised but sigh,

"I'll see...", "Thank sweet mama.. :)"

[imthepunchlord]

(about Zodiac Heroes AU)

Interestingly, fact that Mouse Miraculous allows Marinette to "become her own Team", might enhance her "I need to do everything by myself, without asking anyone for help" problem

In "worst case scenario", I feel that it would cause her to outright attack other Heroes, for "interrupting her job" and because she would feel that "their Miraculous are safer when she has them"

Man, you have an extreme perception of Marinette. I'd say she's more likely to be passive aggressive than actually physically hostile. Like, even in close combat. She works off evasion than actually attacking back. Only time I know her getting physical is punching Felix, but that was valid.

Honestly, the only ones that get physically hostile (that i know/remember) are Adrien (Scarabella), Chloe (has literally shoved Marinette onto sidewalk), Gabriel (sent Adrien across Paris), and Nathaniel (Reverser). And technically Alya as Scarabella, but Chat attacked first so I can give leeway in defending herself.

I could see it more likely her taking Miraculous away, but in extreme cases of misuse, like Gabriel terrorizing Paris and Chloe nearly causing a train accident.

But I do agree on this issue with Mouse. Honestly, Mouse I see as a double edged sword for Marinette.

If she's got a lot to do an overwhelmed, this is a great Miraculous for her to use.

But she's a busy body, she likes to be busy. She's a perfectionist who likes things to go how she thinks she should. She involves herself, thinks she can get this done, she'll take care of something for someone, and she does have this mentality of "I have to handle this/be responsible".

I don't think I've ever seen Marinette really sit and relax, I kinda wonder if she doesn't know how and just gets restless.

So yeah given that she likes to be productive and THE problem solver, Mouse I do feel will feed into that. She's going to think of how much she can get done, how much she can solve, and yeah, she could be her own functioning team defined by efficiency and resourcefulness.

Which could open up a possibility of her opting out working with a team, but it could also just have her so busy and over involved, she's going to overwhelm herself or miss life.

And the little we see of Mullo, I'm not sure this kwami could address the issue.

Out of all the Zodiac, Mouse is really bottom of the barrel for me in what could go to Marinette. I think at most it'd be nice for her to use on occasion but not fully own. I see more cons than pros.

So it'll be something to explore for Zodiac Heroes.

[voller-ehrgeiz]

Hello!

Let me come visit you~

I have a few questions again!

✍️If you were to describe your view of characters from the category, "a brief description and pros/cons of the character," what would it be?

✍️Do you have any clues because what classic plots from literature can work with the characters, within canon or outside of canon?

✍️In your opinion, is there a character (perhaps a favorite) that a character from another fandom is somehow (appearance, character, story) similar to? Kindred spirits, so to speak.

I hope you are fine?

I wish you a lot of vitality and good health!🍀

Hey, thanks for checking in on me! Guys, I'm being interviewed! 🎤

So, answering the first question without turning it into a three-hour monologue is kinda tough! Generally, I'm drawn to characters on the darker side of things, villains or the morally ambiguous ones. What matters to me (can we still call it "pro-s"?) is how well their character develops, how much potential is there, and if their powers make sense considering the rules of the fantasy world they're in. Even if the franchise we're talking about tends to simplify things into a "black vs. white" moral world and occasionally breaks its own magical rules, I still see my favorites—Cedric, Phobos, Nerissa, and Ludmoore—as antagonists with their own motivations challenging the Oracles' somewhat hypocritical rule over the universe. (By the way, I'll never forgive reboot writers for actually turning the Oracles into villains and then handling it the worst way possible!) Now, the canon might be a bit too Disney to dive into morally ambiguous themes (the "cons" universal for all characters), but that's what fanon is for, right?

Now, when it comes to tropes, I'm all about those "struggle against fate" plots, especially when vengeance ends up hurting both sides. Phobos and Cedric are perfect for political drama and throne-race scenarios, not to mention the doomed, mostly one-sided relationship tropes. Nerissa's character goes beautifully with repressed grief and regret (there was this incredible fanfic covering exactly that, and MY biggest regret is not saving it before it vanished into the internet abyss). Ludmoore? Well, he's my go-to for the scientist/mage dabbling in forbidden arts and gradually losing their humanity.

And onto the last question: I don't usually compare characters across universes, but Phobos and Cedric have some striking look-alikes all across different media thanks to their conventionally attractive designs (the comparison list would go on forever). Nerissa, especially in the TV series, is an absolute queen and one of the best female antagonists I've ever seen, so no comparisons there, haha! Now, Ludmoore... as much as I adore him, the man is essentially King Jareth from "The Labyrinth". Not that I'm complaining, but the authors couldn't be more obvious with their inspiration.

Hope I managed to cover your questions, and apologies for the rambling! Appreciate your kind wishes!

[tam--lin]

Leverage Rewatch: Seasons 1 and 2, speed round

I love The Bank Shot Job, it always hits for me. First episode that's really a banger, IMHO.

Leverage does not have the most informed politics surrounding adoption, at least not in S1 + S2.

When we hit Two Live Crew Job, Beloved goes, "dang, I wish our Eliot looked like that".

Big Maggie fans over here. I love the David jobs, they're very fun.

The con in Tap-Out Job doesn't quite do it for me, but I LOVE the twist, and I would like to watch Eliot box more, please.

We comment that Eliot is a smol man at least once an episode. It's true! Small, punchy man, great hair. What's not to like.

The Order 23 Job certainly hits different this side of 2020. Eliot trying to help the kid does things to my heart, though. That man's dad instincts are unparalleled. I love every episode where there's a kid.

The Fairy Godparents Job - another kid episode! Yay! The fencing scene cracks me up. The Absolute Fencing gear when it should certainly be Leon Paul, Eliot saying "turn your hat around". Silly, delightful. Actually very far from the worst portrayal of fencing I've ever seen on the screen.

The Three Days of the Hunter Job is another banger.

Somehow I'd never seen The Ice Man Job or The Lost Heir Job?

Big Tara fans over here.

Is it just me or does Leverage become more ACAB as the show goes on (while never committing fully)?

The Future Job is one of my all-time favorites.

The Three Strikes Job is a peak Eliot episode. Another very solid two-parter to close the season.

[namtanlovesfilm]

axelle judges bl shows > Zenra Meshi

summary: Souta leads a boring salary man life. When he inherits his grandma's house in the countryside, he meets Mahiro, who helps him cook recipes from his grandma's cookbook.

where to watch: dramacool

grade: 6/10

pros:

I always like the countryside setting in any show, so this was very pleasant.

I loved the representation of dishes from around the world, and was happy to see a taiwanese character in the countryside which made the show feel slightly more diverse. also love the two out gays supporting each other & being bffs!

the mahiro actor, whom I love from cherry magic & I will do it in the next life, literally has my whole heart & he just carried the show for me :) but also to be fair, the souta actor has some of the most captivating eyes ever & his overall look was fascinating. I just wish they'd been given better material.

cons:

for what should've been a simple & wholesome show, they tried to make it far too complicated to fill the 12 episodes, when the show should have never been that long.

similarly, the writing wasn't so good tbh, and most characters weren't that likable by the end of the show bc of the nonsensical choices they made.

this contained one of the most annoying female characters in a while for a bl, which was kinda disappointing. she's such a pushover & really selfish, and her ending up with her creepy boss that was using the power imbalance between them to try & seduce her was honestly disheartening. I thought at this point bl writers had understood that if you're not gonna give somewhat good roles to your female bl characters, you shouldn't even write them into the plot in the first place, but oh well.

honestly the chemistry was really stilted & lowkey some of the worst I've seen from a jbl in a while, and I think it's mostly from the writing.

would I rewatch it: no

This had some potential to be wholesome & cute, but truly became more & more dumb and annoying as time passed by.

[ccthepandafangirl]

a (mostly) synced conversation between Jimmy & Scar after Jimmy's 1v3 win in MCC 28 Dodgebolt.

Transcript below:

Jimmy: By the way, I am, um, I am calling him; he's not answering. [dono notif sound] [donater] with the 10th; not 40th! "#not40th" in the chat please everybody. Can you, uh, tell Scar that I'm- I'm trying to call him?

[cut]

Jimmy: "#not40th", you know it, you know it! You know it!

Scar: [separately] Wait, Jimmy's a-who? Jimmy's a-what?!

Jimmy: [overlapping] He might not be, he might not be around.

[call connects]

Jimmy: Oh?

Scar: -immy.

Jimmy: Oh, I'm still live by the way; I think you're live, right?

Scar: Yeah [x5]. Con-

Jimmy: Oh. My. G-

Scar: 'gratulations; you made Tumble Town proud!

Jimmy: Thank you so much! Oh-

Scar: That might've been the most cracked end to a Dodgebolt; at least that I've ever seen.

Jimmy: Did you- was it good? Did it look good from the outside?

Scar: Oh! It was- it was ferocious! You had a 6-shooter and you were just like "Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow!"

Jimmy: Gosh...

Scar: And I heard S-tiers, like, gasp. They were like [mimicking shocked gasps]

Jimmy: Oh. My. Gosh! I'm so happy, man. I did, I did not expect to even be in Dodgebolt, so... To even get the final 3 hits; oh my gosh. Geez...

Scar: Oh; no, oh, you did so good. What a- what a way to end it, what a way to end it!

Jimmy: I know, I know! I kinda forgot it was the final round as well until someone said "This is it!", and I was like "...oh no, this is more pressure."

Scar: [chuckles] Oh no. Dude- yeah, well, you killed 3 people in a row, so that was fantastic!

Jimmy: Yeah! Yeah. Oh my gosh, dude...

Scar: Uh, how did the, how did the rest of the event go for you?

Jimmy: It was good! Sky Battle was absolutely horrific.

Scar: Oh. [chuckles]

Jimmy: But everything else was pretty good. What 'bout you?

Scar: [pause] ...uh, yeah? Yeah, well. Okay, so Rocket Spleef Fight; I probably did the worst I've ever done even though it's one of my favourites.

Jimmy: Oh, I did pretty bad, yeah.

Scar: Meltdown; Meltdown had one good round, and the rest of them were a little bit poor.

Jimmy: Mm-hm.

Scar: Um, I think I went like; popped up and got two of you guys in that! Um...

Jimmy: Oh! Yeah [x4]...

Scar: It was like, just, it was like "surprise!", came-outta-nowhere on you, um. But, let's see... The rest; I didn't finish... Parkour.

Jimmy: Oh, Parkour. Dude, it's hard to manage your time on that one. Really is. Hard to manage your time.

Scar: I got hung up at the beginning. It was bad.

Jimmy: Yeah, yeah. 'Cause you wanna finish it, but then you're like, "do I- do I have to go now? Do I go back?" and you kinda just get caught up. I did that on the first time. First time I played that; I didn't finish, so... this time I was like... "I need to finish."

Scar: Yeah, uh. Yeah, I think that I've deci- Next time; I know... next time, I'll finish.

Jimmy: Yeah...

Scar: Next time, I will finish.

Jimmy: Yeah.

Scar: But this time, I actually got PVP kills!

Jimmy: Nice!

Scar: I got 3- I got 5, in Battlebox, chat?

Jimmy: Geez...

Scar: And then I- I destroyed somebody in, uh, Sky Battle. As I was falling, I dropped creeper on a group, and, uh-

Jimmy: Wow.

Scar: Oh, 6! I killed 6 people. Uh...

Jimmy: Wait, what-what placement did you get in the end? Overall?

Scar: Uh, 23rd. 23rd.

Jimmy: Nice!

Scar: Best so far, best so far.

Jimmy: Wow, nice. I wasn't 40th this time, so that's good.

Scar: Oh-ho-ho! Remember when we were 39, 40? Oh...

Jimmy: Dude, it happened for a couple times; for me.

Scar: Yeah.

Jimmy: Like, last event I was 37th. I came 14th today. Mad.

Scar: 14th?!

Jimmy: I came 14th today!

Scar: Dude! That's a fantastic score.

Jimmy: Thank you, appreciate that.

Scar: That's a really g- that's a really good score; 14th!

Jimmy: Yeah. Now, it's gonna be on a- MCC's on a little break; we'll have to come back next time-

Scar: Sad...

Jimmy: - and uh... we'll keep- we'll keep popping off when it comes back. I'm gonna have to head out, Scar, 'cause it's real late for me. I mean-

Scar: Yeah This was a long one, I guess; with all the breaks.

Jimmy: Oh, yeah, yeah.

Scar: Once again, dude. That was the best Dodgebolt, that was the best.

Jimmy: Did I do hOtgUY proud?

Scar: D'uh, hOtgUY is so proud! hOtgUY is.. proud as can be!

Jimmy: Did I have the velocity [pronounced velocit-tay]? Well, I didn't have it, but like, essences of it, right?

Scar: You- you learnt the velocity on your own.

Jimmy: Okay [x3].

Scar: Velocity lives deep within you, and you succeeded.

Jimmy: [laughs] This is lore, this is-

Scar: Alright, you go- you go and get a break, you deserve it.

Jimmy: Alright, I'll catch you in a bit, dude. See you in [ineligible], bye!

Scar: Alright, see ya.

[call disconnects]

Scar: Ah, good job, Jimmy! I'm really happy for him. That was a heck of a finish. I'm so happy. I- Like, obviously, yeah, it'd be cool if we made it in; but that makes me more happy that he got that; he really deserved that. Sometimes he gets a hard shake at things; and I'm so glad he can be like "You saw me. You saw me dominate." [3 swooping noises] You respect The Sheriff. [chuckles]

[cut]

Jimmy: 'right. I love Scar so much. He's an absolute legend. Why- my- my friends are so nice. My friends are too kind, man. Like, they're all- they're all messaging me and being like "proud of you" and stuff. They're way too kind. Um...

[loops to start of video]

[juszar2]

Yuck and..... Gross. The mentally ill and disablingly weak.

If you pined over a woman for her whole life, pined over being her... Or role playing as if you are her and you are homosexual and she is not. It was easy to find another Obsession I'm sure. The ones like you or a manly woman another one of those maybe. The weakest can't even go to a fast food restaurant and order thru the drive thru even without a panic attack would be very useful in your Buffalo Bill kinda life and pursuit of the woman, his weakness would truly make him scared even to rebuff your really trashy self and your advances. Scared to not be "cool" with you, the kind he says the worst things about. He is a fraud of course. But yes, his cowardice and interest in an opinion of him that he is "cool" would have him get under the cabinet. It is sad because nobody knows that he can't even go to a fast food place and order, that mind is weaker than toilet paper. Hides it good with others. Yes, he is the definition of weak and really scary and a huge liar.... So all of the trash you are is familiar to a weak one. Class if in my presence for life and then turn to trash with neighborhood Rot knowing it and laughing their asses off. What a disgrace and vile. But I've seen why it is and I understand what it is a lot better. If he could be such a trifling aids seeker simp with my enemy, the likes of a lifelong what he calls "black gay whore", of course he is trash. I'm sure it is gratifying to simp a coward as you pursue your lifelong obsession... Me. They are so gross and when I say the biggest mistake of my entire life he is. If I could erase and have Nothing of him I would in an instant. I would not want a pet with him. Because for me, his mental illness have so many other possible detriments, concerns. I covered for his weakness. That is crazy. I covered for him. A huge coward and I covered it, tried to sooth it. He is a swindler innately. No respect for him. His mouth is a liar, his eyes, his back all look like a liar. It is a darker different foul aura. I would tell him nothing. Yes, I know Rot tells its other Rot friends still 12 years old like it is.. How stupid you know he is. How easy, he knows its my enemy. How for life the homosexual has pined over me. Who does she think she is... That homosexual said. How dare she have no criminal record, be beautiful, be wanted, be smart and why are they "bragging" on her it said. And meanwhile I'm as modest as can be. As humble and not wanting to ever see a Rot. Striving for so much more and I got sick freak shows pining over and emulating me. That's what it did with its life. And what he did was not much with his so an invitation to the closet with the Rot side of life fits him. Yuck, if I could go back I'd say if you don't get out of my face.

How detrimental and surely weak to let his spouses enemy infiltrate his family, he'd have to be the lowest you could find. My beautiful life where I had the chance to do so much and it turned into this with Rot community members already obsessed over me in collusion to simp this toilet paper knowing they cannot reach nor get my attention I am not interested in the brand.

Even a man the Rot homosexual was in jail with wouldn't be that low. Even he'd say I don't think so Rot. But coward can't go to the store or order at a food window, if offered a closet, he'd go in there with what you look like. And my enemy. Its really gross. I honestly do strive for class in my life. I avoided what I thought was trash... And turns out I got a cowardly low life bitchable slime. Simple trash might have been a better gamble. And surely he is a simp... And real real unsophisticated to that kinda con. Never is when I would trust, they'd say they'd beat him up and he'd turn on his own family scared... Whom again I'll say that he cannot even take care of and is not the leader of. It is the saddest and all involved with me who saw him in the past and knows of the details of this disgusting Rot situation have their faces look so disgusted when they see the Rot and hear of his sneaky snakish lying vile that his forever scary self is. You could fool easily, but then ya also have to factor in his scariness. It is all bad and no man. But... Targets are not responsible for this and did not invite anyone to stalk them nor even invite him to ask to be in my life. He diligently asked me year over year. But make him feel like he cool, let him pretend, get some bystanders and friends to help ya entertain and con him and his fear and cowardice not to offend anyone and have a negative opinion of him does lead him. Me on the other hand I don't want to encounter, live by, work with or know of Rot and you can kiss my ass is my feeling about any stalking scorn that comes about from that. God knows that I definitely should always avoid a Rot. This situation really confirms that. This low life turned out to be detrimental. It really is shocking. If ya heard his lies and anger that anyone would think he is that... When that is exactly what he is just a lot less even. Yes everyone knows its a low life and my enemies are so so happy about it. Imagine this kinda "man" he needed a tramp from the worse part of town with some of everything in its life... Like this homosexual stalker. But its issue with me is born out of a lot of its confusion... Its a game to con this toilet. Every day I say God... I don't want his children. Could you erase him... Make it not have ever happened? I could have had these children with anyone decent. They'd be similar to me like they are and likely successful the same. I just don't want that of him. God knew he was this and really did try to show me.... And some did try to tell me living and dead. So crazy. Tried to tell me every night the same thing each night for weeks and toilet knows that. I had no idea but God favors me. And now I know so much more. Angels and demons. Depravity and manipulation. I'm observing and God has been speaking over my whole live. Targets are not responsible for stalking

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

#the fact that he essentially called us privileged as if corrective rape isn’t one of the biggest issues we face

NO BUT REALLY. Also you made it plenty clear op I think, the sad thing is it only needs clarification to well. Anyone who isn't us and isn't used to seeing this nonsense happen (or perpetuates it themselves). We've almost all seen this before. What James Somerton said and did was egregious but it's nothing new. Him acting like cishet men are and were always so uncomfortable with our sexualities that as a result they...leave us alone and uh. Lol. LMAO even. If only.

And I know it's bad praxis or whatever supposedly, to blame people who were conned, but...idk. I'm not saying you need to go into the town square and self-flagellate while loudly proclaiming your wretchedness or the internet equivalent, but. Part of me feels like people who saw this and the worst of his misinformation (like the Pink Swastika conspiracy theory iykyk and I'm so sorry) and STILL took him seriously and sent him money should maybe feel a LITTLE bad?? (And then critically try to do better cause guilt by itself is just useless wallowing.) Like, if you really heard him say all this misogynistic lesbophobic and biphobic shit and still uncritically stanned him and sent him money, maybe a *tiny* bit of responsibility taking is in order? Even just moment, thinking to yourself like "ouch. Fuck, I shouldn't have listened to him without doing some fact checking? Maybe I shouldn't have let those things slide when he said it"?? Would that really be too much to ask?

Everyone hyperfocuses on this one dude and on the way he did his best to bury the evidence because it's more comfortable to ignore the looming elephant in the room...that he didn't happen in a vacuum. We can go on about how he bullied and lied about his few critics to silence them. And that's true, he did. But also...cmon, let's be serious.

The lesbophobia, biphobia, misogyny ntm transphobia and racism being basically okay as long as you use enough buzzwords...or just happen to seem Educated and Serious (being white ntm a man, a cis man, is not a requirement 100% of the time but it sure does help, and often seems to be the unspoken code for what that means to people) needs to stop. And so does the way people just never fact check things, ever, if someone says something they want to believe. (And I'm not saying I'm immune to that last particular issue, I'm not. I've been trying my best to be religious about it but I wasn't always.) If all that results from this whole Expose is...a bunch of ppl dunk on the visible, easy target then nothing is ever gonna change. There's gonna be more small-scale James Somertons if there aren't already (there are. I just know there already are).

I love all the dunking on James Somerton but I don’t think we’ve focused enough on all his lesbophobic rhetoric because the things he says are genuinely so astoundingly ahistorical and insensitive and it infuriates me that he was allowed to get away with it so long.

He literally said lesbians didn’t face police violence on the same scale as gay men when that’s just demonstrably untrue. Lesbians, ESPECIALLY butch, GNC, and trans lesbians, faced MASSIVE amounts of police violence AND STILL DO and if he gave a single shit about like. Women as people. Or even just LGBT history in general as he so proclaims to care about, he would know that. I’m going to start beating people to death with copies of Stone Butch Blues until they fucking listen

And I’d really love to know which fucking planet he lives on where lesbians apparently have all this great representation, and where we as lesbians are allowed to write our own stories, because I’m really not seeing that pretty much anywhere in mainstream media. I’m still seeing lesbians portrayed in stereotypical or fetishistic ways, and that’s when I see us portrayed at all. And yes cartoons are great and fine but there is so painfully little lesbian representation written by lesbians geared primarily towards adults.

But at this point, the wider community’s general lack of a reaction to lesbophobia in their ranks disappoints but doesn’t surprise me. It’s sad and somewhat astonishing that he’s escaped accountability for his lesbophobic comments up to this point, but again, not surprising. We need to stop letting our community, especially people like James Somerton who get held up as voices for the community, get away with lesbophobia.

[yiminsuu]

Lágrimas Con Chocolate

(trad.) Tears with chocolate.

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x F!Reader

Warnings: Implied sexual themes (+18), kinda dub-con, rough sex, angst with comfort, some fluff, mentions of cheating, misunderstandings, Valeria is bestie, possessive Alejandro Vargas, pre-canon, Spanish words/phrases.

Author’s Note: I wanted to write an angsty fic so much but I’m a sucker for fluff, I failed.

My mind wonders as I expectantly as I cook dinner while waiting for my husband, Alejandro Vargas, to return home. It's been four months since I've seen him and I was joyful to finally embrace and kiss him after so long. The Colonel of the Mexican Special Forces is a busy man, but he always comes back and shows me how much he cherishes me, that he hasn't forgotten about me, and he never will...

An entire week passed since the date, and he was nowhere to be seen.

I called his family and there was no news about him or the sergeant, they were also expecting a letter from Alejandro. The anxiety increased in my chest and there was nothing that could calm it down, I didn't want to think of the worst outcome, I would have been informed of that by now. I pondered paying him and Los Vaqueros a visit with tacos, Rudy always loved mine and I hoped I would get to speak with Alejandro and see how stressed he is if he's working this much. I'm worried, very much so.

When I arrived safely at the Mexican Base I was greeted by Rudy, giggling when his eyes shined at seeing the tacos I made, and I walked inside to let my husband know I'm here, but as soon as I stopped by the door I hear laughing, his handsome chuckle and a female one. I gazed inside the room silently and slowly, trying not to alert them, and a gorgeous, young woman was getting close and personal with him, by the badges she displayed it seemed she has been in the force for quite some time, probably a year.

I almost sobbed when she got near him, touching him as if he belonged to her, and Ale wasn't wearing his ring around the neck, not this time. So, this is why he couldn't come or send a letter for that matter, he was too busy seducing women to be concerned about his wife. I stepped away and ignored Rudy on the way out along with other soldiers, everyone giving me worried looks as tears ran down my cheeks.

Days went along just fine, the sadness is there, and I had broken cups and plates by my own stupid distractions. My mind couldn't seem to get them out of my head. I received calls now and then, but I was too busy sulking in bed or on the couch to get them, and I did all I could to amuse myself a little because this was about me, yet... Wherever I achieved that state of mind, his voice came back to my ears, praising me oh so lovingly and his hands touching me, fingers caressing my skin, his lips--

"Here you are, (Y/N)." I jumped in place, turning back to find Valeria with widened eyes. "The door was open, es como si quisieras que te roben."

"Valeria... Hola, que te trae?" I asked, leaving the book I was reading on the bed. Valeria is a long-time friend and colleague of Alejandro's, she was the one that introduced us and the first one to know we would get married, I had planned to name my daughter after her... If I ever have one. "Well, a bird told me you came by the base a few days ago, and I was so sad that you didn't come and say hola." Valeria was getting a bit dramatic now, but it was her way of making me smile cause she knows I'm going through a rough patch. Valeria knows when something is wrong. "I think going out would do you some good, no crees? Come on, I'll pay for anything you want."

"I can't go out with this face, Valeria."

"Oh please, you look as beautiful as the day you married, venga!"

This is how I stumbled into a cute bakery shop in Las Almas, a handsome young man was the owner after his father died in a tragic incident by El Cartel, and I thought to invite him home, simply to make a friend. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun, it has been a while since I smiled like this, and I appreciated every second of it.

"(Y/N)?" My heartbeat increased when I heard my name spoken by the person that caused me this much sadness. The young baker and I looked at the entrance of the corridor, watching Alejandro staring at the stranger next to me with a small glare, I coughed uncomfortably and gave him his jacket. "Thank you for today, I'll come by the bakery tomorrow. Buenas noches." Once the poor guy was gone, Ale turned to me and I glanced anywhere but at him, unable to look into his eyes. "Mi amor, I come home to spend quality time with my esposa, and I find you with another man."

His words are passionate, yet it was like getting stabbed multiple times in the heart. There was a rare irritation growing in my chest. "Alejandro, we have to talk..." I muttered, feeling strange when my husband pulled me into his arms, his face buried in my neck. "What is it, mi corazón?" No words came out of my mouth as he continued to murmur sweet nothings into my ears, and with tears brimming in the corner of my eyes, I shoved him away. My action surprised him, I had never denied him like this.

"I-I would prefer if you didn't touch me in the time being... Not while the divorce is in progress..." There it is, I managed to say it quite easily, but my heart wasn't saying the same, it was denying me the comfort of being free from being hurt more than I already have. There was a silence I wasn't sure how to break, so I decided to step into my room to forget about tonight, however, I was stopped by Alejandro with a firm hold on my arm. He was shaking, and both of us were holding up tears, I know him like the palm of my hand and it bothered me like nothing ever has.

Alejandro let me go slowly and I immediately ran away, shutting the door behind me and sliding to the ground with agonizing pain. After some time, I heard the door of the house being closed and no noise came from inside, Ale left, probably to see his lover...

Am I that bad of a wife?

Was I ever enough?

Will everything be bright again in the future...?

The next morning, I took off the ring that once belonged to Alejandro's abuela, and spent the entire day caring for the house, keeping my mind as empty as I could. Cocking dinner for one was complicated, to say the least, the fact that the man I have loved for so long would do something like this leaves me with incessant sorrow. I got startled by a car stopping outside, and not even bothering to turn on the lights, I walked to the window and saw Alejandro stepping out of the vehicle and Valeria screaming at him to fix this or she'll kill him. Valeria knows what's happening since minute one and she's helping him?

Alejandro opens the door and his eyes widen like plates, I shrug my shoulders and ready myself to throw him out, but his lips met mine in a rough kiss. I whimpered with astonishment, hitting his chest to no avail as he wraps his arms around me, it was a mess of eager tongues and teeth and brief panic rushes in when we sink to the floor, his hands rushing to pull at clothes until there's nothing left. Behind the desperation and fear in his eyes, I could see the other thing... My palms were splayed on his chest, staring at the golden ring hanging from his neck.

I can feel his pounding heart as everything else fades and our bodies merge, soft moans and gasps fill the familiar silence of the house, he says my name and I've heard it a thousand times, but never like that, never so pained.

"(Y/N), mi vida... (Y/N)..."

Alejandro's fingers had combed through my hair, shoulders were red where teeth and lips had worked on my body. Brown eyes glinted as he saw what he'd made me, my arms wrapped around him as he pounded away between my legs, a hand rested on my breast, solid pressure kept still with his increasingly shattering control.

"Tu cuerpo solo pide por mi, verdad...?"

Then he shuddered, hands squeezing and hips pressing into me, sending a ripple of heat across my skin, I said nothing and settled into his grasp. His hot skin soothed me, and his strength arranged us to his liking, and I melted into his touch instantly. Alejandro's panting breath was a lullaby as the thrust of his cock between my legs turned rougher.

"Dime que me amas, hermosa... Dime que me amas como yo te amo a ti, y solo a ti..."

Ecstasy rushed through my veins as we reached the peak, and I let myself fall into a sweet slumber, feeling Alejandro carrying me back to what was once our room.

I awoke to find a pair of arms wrapped around me and my back pressed against a chest, I lifted my head to see Ale sleeping soundly. The events of last night slowly returned to me and my heart skips a beat at the mere thought of him still loving me, I heard him shift and he opened his eyes to stare at mine. "Hey..." He muttered, his thumb caressing my arm softly.

"Hi..." I said, almost in a whisper that he wouldn't be able to hear, luckily, he did.

"Why didn't you tell me you visited the Mexican Base? I knew the smell of those tacos from somewhere..." Alejandro paused for a small moment, sighing deeply. "That day was... Sincerely one of the worst. I get informed that many of my sergeants were killed by El Cartel, so I had to stay doing more paperwork, I lost the ring after showering and I couldn't find it, there's a woman in the force that won't leave me be, even knowing I'm happily married." Ale flashed me a smile, and my cheeks turned warm with embarrassment. "And my stunning wife visits me at work, and without knowing, I hurt her feelings."

"Y-You didn't do anyth--" Alejandro interrupts me with a serious expression. "Yes, I did. I should have transferred that soldier months back but with the ongoing plan to capture La Araña, I couldn't." It was all a misunderstanding, a terrible misunderstanding and we ended up hurting each other without reason, I have never felt so terrible in my life. "Ale, lo siento..."

"Yo también, mi amor. Now you see how hard you hold my heart in your pretty hands." Alejandro kisses my hands, proceeding to my chest, neck, cheeks, and lips. I smiled brightly and giggled the more kisses he peppered me with, then he reaches over to the nightstand and grabs his abuela's ring, well, now my ring as he slips it on my finger again. "(Y/N), if you ever say 'divorce' again I'll leave you without cumming as many times as I please."

"Y-Yes, Colonel." I love this man, but sometimes I'm scared of what he puts me through in the Vargas house.

[dandonnan]

The Air Ambulance Man

Was putting in my earphones while walking out of Aldi when I spotted a couple of guys who had set up a charity stall for air ambulances in what I refer to as the "decontamination zone" by the exit, so hurriedly made sure my ears were plugged before I got there and avoided eye contact during my 2 seconds of decontamination while I pivoted my trolley 90 degrees into the great outdoors.

I've yet to get my phone out and actually put some music on, so I can hear one of the guys completely skipping the "Hello sir, have you got time to chat?" and jumping straight to being a passive agressive cunt with "You'll never know when you'll need us."

20 seconds later, I'd put music on but wasn't listening to it because my brain was processing that there is a 0.001% chance I will ever need rescuing by an air ambulance in my lifetime, so, actually, I do know.

My brain had also raised the following points.

a) I'm unemployed (initiallly by choice), so shouldn't really be going around giving money away. In that split second before granddad unleashed his snark, he made a judgement on me and decided that I was a bad person in my refusal to splash some cash. Is he passing judgement on everyone who refuses to engage with him? I've yet to find the setting to turn my situational awareness down from "The Most Aware", but he doesn't know that. I could have legitimately not seen him, even though I definitely did.

b) There's a cost of living crisis, Christmas is coming up, and you've chosen to sit in Aldi to con some people by saying "Helicopter go brrrr"? There's a Marks & Spencers literally across the road. Stop preying on young, poor families who are looking forward to some beans on toast as it will provide a few moments of heat, and go hassle Maureen and Doris across the street before they return to Smaug's lair.

c) You say "us" as if you are a vital part of this operation. Are you a pilot? Or a medic? If I had decided "Sure, I will walk up this mountain when it is extremely windy / wet. What is the worst that can happen?", which I wouldn't because I'm not an idiot, and then proceeded to fall - when the air ambulance showed up, would I see you? Didn't think so. So there's a actually a 0% chance I will need you, old man, and I hope there is a 0% chance of ever encountering you again.

[idy-ll-ique]

safest with you

pairing: bodyguard!steve rogers x f!reader (brief mob boss!oc x f!reader)

genre: mob au; angst, smut, fluff

warnings: smut, adultery, cheating spouses, mentions of abusive households, mentions of poor mental health, mentions of marital non-con sex, domestic abuse, violence and murder. whew.

requested: nope

word count: ~8.5k

summary: y/n y/l/n is forced to marry a mobster named edmund silverstein, who turns out to be the worst husband ever. when someone attempts to assassinate y/n, he decides that y/n is in need of a bodyguard so he hires steve rogers to look after her. but y/n and steve start falling for each other and begin a secret relationship which, unfortunately, edmund finds out about. so it's okay when he cheats but it isn't when y/n does the same? steve fails to find the logic in that.

author's note: hiya peeps! my longest fic yet, i've been writing this for like... 8 days. really hope everyone likes it, enjoy!

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"Y/N, come downstairs this instant!"

Y/N looked up from the book she was holding. "What now," she muttered, keeping it away before trudging down the stairs, annoyed. She hated it when people interrupted her reading. "What, mother?" The second word, laced with sarcasm. "Lower your tone, miss," her mother hissed, "We have guests." That's when she noticed the three men sitting in front of her mother and her father.

The one in the middle, she'd seen him before. Alas, she didn't remember his name but she knew he was sort of like the Kingpin in the mob world. The God among men, the most revered and respected mobster of all time. "Hey, sweetheart," he winked at her as she sat next to her mom. "...Hi," she blinked after a pause. What was he doing here?

"You don't remember me? Wow, didn't think such people existed," he whistled, leaning back on his seat. "I know who you are," she bit back, "I just don't know your fucking name." She yelped when her mother slapped her arm. The man's eyebrows shot up. "Such language, my my my. Anyway, the name's Edmund, Edmund Silverstein," he chuckled.

Ah, that's it! Edmund Silverstein!

"Right, Mr Silverstein," she drawled, "Now that I've had the pleasure." A sneer took over her lips. "I shall take my leave." But as she got up to go Edmund grabbed her hand, pulling her back to him. She stumbled and fell right on top of his lap, clutching her heart. "What are you doing?" she asked, horrified.

He draped his arm over her waist and held on, his other hand coming to caress her cheek. "What's the rush? There's a thing we need to talk about with your mummy and daddy," he smirked and Y/N wiggled, begging him to let her go. "Afraid I can't do that, you'll just run again. So sit tight, angel, and listen to what your father has to say." His hold on her waist tightened, becoming uncomfortable.

Her father cleared his throat. "As you know, our family has a peaceful alliance with Mr Silverstein," he began. She agreed; they did, in fact, have one. "And um, recently we've got into some trouble so… we need you to marry Edmund." An incredulous sound escaped Y/N. "What?! Marry— what?! Dad! I'm still so fucking young, you want me to—"

"It's for everyone's benefit," he countered, "If you don't do this, we're doomed. We'll be killed, do you understand?! So if you want to save your life, and ours, marry Edmund by next week." Y/N shook her head. "First of all, I do not give a rat's ass about your lives." She gestured to both her parents. "Second, killing myself would be a better choice than—"

She did not get a chance to finish her sentence, for right at that second Edmund clamped his hand over her mouth. "How fucking dare you," he whispered in a menacing tone in her ear, "How fucking dare you say that?!" When he yelled the second question Y/N startled badly, starting to tremble on his lap. She had a condition; ever since she was born she had been terrified of loud noises.

Whether it be someone yelling, or even simply shouting with joy, she couldn't stand it. Hell, her own voice was soft, people always had to ask her to speak up when she talked. As for why she hated her parents, it was because… Growing up, Y/N was never allowed to leave the house. Never allowed to go beyond the front gates.

Her first (and only) friends were the butler and the housemaids. She grew up thinking it was normal; her parents made it seem that it was normal for kids to grow up cooped inside their houses, never allowed to leave and never permitted to make friends their age. Only when she became an adult did she realise how… not okay it was.

She got a phone at the age of 21, a few years ago. When she joined Instagram, the social media app, only then did she find out— She even reached out to a few people online, and they told her that yes, indeed, keeping her cooped up in the house was abusive and toxic.

She'd confronted her parents once about how they treated her but they deterred the topic, saying how they only did it out of love. Since then, her trust in her parents was ever-dwindling.

"Now don't be scared," Edmund crooned upon feeling her tremors, "I will keep you safe, princess, I promise your mum and dad." She took deep, shaky breaths, collapsing against his chest. He rubbed her back, turning apologetic looks unto Mr and Mrs Y/L/N. "I completely forgot she has a thing about loud noises. I'm sorry." They waved in dismissal.

"We're getting married whether you like it or not, sweetheart. Not only yours, but my head is at stake too." With that, he stood up and placed her down on the chair on which he was sitting, running his hand over her head. "See you." Pressing a small kiss on her forehead, he nodded at her parents and motioned to his goons, walking out of the room. They followed him out.

After they were gone, Mrs Y/L/N turned to Y/N. "Go to your room, you embarrassing piece of shit," she muttered and Y/N stood up, readily leaving. Once she was inside, she dramatically flung herself onto her bed, her book long forgotten as she buried her face in her arms, starting to sob.

One afternoon changed everything.

Her life, for the worse.

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"You may now kiss the bride."

The room politely clapped as Edmund took Y/N in his arms, pressing his lips to hers. Y/N, as much as she wanted to push him away, did not, kissing back. "Hello, Mrs Silverstein," he whispered cheekily and Y/N forced a laugh, giving him a smile. "Hey, hubby," she said, gagging when he looked away from her.

She did not want to marry him. Yes, he was kinda good-looking and close to her age but he was also a pompous asshole, a promiscuous bastard. He'd slept with half the city's girls already; probably even half the country's women. What if his habits continued even after marriage? Yes, sure, it was a contractual marriage but still, how would it look if her husband had nightly affairs with different women?

"Y'all continue your party, I'm taking my bride home." Y/N's eyes widened when he promptly lifted her up, draping her over his shoulder. "What, I—" She covered her ears when everyone shouted with glee, raising their glasses in toast. "On second thought," she muttered. Edmund easily carried her out of the hall and took her to his car, placing her down on the passenger seat.

"You look so beautiful in that dress, I swear, I've never wanted to ravish someone as hard as I've wanted you," he growled, hands grabbing her jaw as he kissed her deep and hard. Y/N panicked a little; marriage was a big no-no from the beginning but now she had to sleep with him? No, she didn't want to be one of his whores. Well, she was his wife, of course, but…

It was now expected of her to sleep with Edmund. So she sat quietly, letting him drive her to her new home.

As soon as they arrived at his place Edmund took her to his bedroom, throwing her down on the bed. Y/N pressured herself to enjoy what they were doing, however impossible it was. When he slid home, she kept her eyes and mouth shut tight. Sex was supposed to feel pleasurable; why, then, did it hurt so much?

Edmund didn't even wait for or care for her orgasm. When he was close to coming, he pulled out of her and stroked himself a couple times, coming all over her chest. "Ah, fuck, that was so hot," he groaned, slumping on the bed next to her. She wanted to scoff; hot? Nothing about what they'd done right then was hot. It has literally only been 10 minutes, what the fuck?

Y/N hadn't orgasmed even once. Deciding that she deserved at least that much, her hand went to her core, playing with clit until she finally orgasmed. After that, she got up and looked to her left; Edmund was fast asleep. No aftercare, nothing. Huffing, she slowly walked towards the bathroom, grabbing a clean towel on the way.

In the bath, she furiously rubbed her skin with a loofah and some soap, trying to discard the feel of his hands on her body. A few moments in, she felt tears pricking her eyes; not being born would've been a better boon than this hellish life that she was living. "Why, God?" she sniffled, covering her face with her hands as she sat in the steadily cooling water, crying all her feelings out.

When she got out of the bathroom, Edmund was still asleep, even snoring softly. She looked around; all her bags were downstairs, so she quietly put on one of Edmund's pants and a t-shirt of his, getting into bed with him. The whole morning had been tedious, she was also feeling very tired. Making sure to keep some distance between them, Y/N fell asleep.

She woke up hours later. Edmund was the one waking her up, saying dinner was ready. "Come on princess, let's get some dinner," he cooed and she sat up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. He took her hand, tugging her out of bed. She followed him downstairs and they went to the dining room where his housemaids were setting up the table.

"Did you have a good rest?" he asked her as they ate. Y/N silently nodded, not meeting his eyes. "Good, good." Y/N's mind drifted towards something; their honeymoon. Where would he be taking her? Somewhere nice, hopefully; she could use a good vacation. "What about—" she blurted out and he looked at her. "Hm?" She cleared her throat.

"What about our honeymoon?"

Edmund hissed, shaking his head. "I'm afraid we can't go anywhere, sweetheart, my schedule is packed, I've got a lot of work to do. No honeymoon. We'll go on vacation some other time," he spoke and Y/N's heart nearly stopped. So, from one house to another, she was still going to be cooped up? "Are you gonna keep me inside the house at all times too?"

He laughed. "No! Not at all, Y/N, you can go out, roam about, do whatever but don't disturb me, okay? I mean, you can always check on me, that will be nice but not a lot. I'm a busy man," he insisted. A little confused by his persistence, she nodded. The rest of the dinner went by silently.

After dinner, Y/N wasn't particularly sleepy. While Edmund went to bed, she stayed downstairs, going to the living room to get the book she'd been reading a week ago. "Peace at last," she muttered and sat on the couch, pulling her legs up before opening the book to the marked page, starting to read.

---

Many months passed. Y/N had thought her life couldn't get more miserable, but oh, she'd spoken too soon. Turns out, Edmund's womanizing habits did not stop after marriage. Y/N had started keeping a diary, noting down what she'd found on him or his laundry on what day. She even attached photographs.

He slept with a different woman every other night; some days she found a lipstick stain on his shirt collar, some days she found hairs that were a colour different from hers…

Hell, the man had even come home smelling like one of the perfumes Y/N used to use before. She recognized that scent instantly and understood that he'd been with a woman that day. Her mental health deteriorated every single day; she got pitiful and sympathetic looks from the housemaids all the time, and also from the wives of the goons that worked for her husband.

Whenever she was out in public she got judged; oh look, there goes Mrs Silverstein the princess. Honestly, I don't understand how she keeps her cool knowing her husband is out sleeping with other women all the time. The truth was, she wanted to shout at him all the time. She wanted to confront him, to tell him off for sleeping with other women.

But she couldn't. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was something else, but she couldn't. He often bought expensive gifts for her when he came home from "business trips". She still allowed him to have sex with her, even though he was the worst partner she'd ever had in her life. Why? She couldn't tell.

Sometimes, she wanted to go out and date other men too. If he could do it then why shouldn't she?! One time she'd even complained about the same to one of the housemaids, but she'd told her that it was a bad idea. "You don't know what Mr Silverstein is like," she'd warned Y/N, "He thinks when he cheats, it's okay, it's a mistake. But when someone cheats on him, he gets… very upset."

Y/N had let out a genuine gasp when the housemaid told her that he'd once almost killed a woman when she cheated on him. He'd shot her in the stomach, but luckily, she made it out alive. So her going out with other men was out of question; she didn't want to die.

That day, Y/N was sitting in her room, getting ready to go out for a day of shopping. Edmund had given her his card, telling her to "go use it to your heart's content". "Buy an entire new wardrobe, even. I love you, sweetheart." Love. That word had lost all meaning for her; if he truly did love her, then he'd stop fucking other women. Of course, that was never gonna happen.

She'd never repeated those words to him. After putting on her footwear, Y/N left the room and went outside, sending the driver a small smile. She told him what mall she wanted to go to and he dropped her there. Now she was all alone; the mall was crowded, and there were so many beautiful shops that she didn't know where to begin her shopping.

She started out with clothes. Going into the first brand-name shop she found, she looked through the clothes, smiling. At that store, she ended up buying three tops, two skirts and four dresses; after paying for them, Y/N grabbed the bags and left. But as she walked she unfortunately didn't notice someone following her.

That someone was from Edmund's rival mob. He had a revolver, and was looking for the perfect opportunity to end the woman's life. Soon he got his chance; Y/N stopped outside a shoe store to window shop. He instantly whipped out the revolver and pointed it at her, shooting her twice in the back.

Y/N, when the first bullet collided with her body, cried out in pain and fell to her knees, the bags slipping through her hands. A few people rushed over to see what had happened; many terrified gasps and screams went around the place as people surrounded her. "She's been shot!" someone yelled loudly, "Call an ambulance, quickly!"

While usually she'd have minded someone yelling so loud, she was rapidly losing consciousness, breathing hard and heavy to keep herself awake. "My phone's in my purse," she gasped out to the person that had yelled, "The password is 7744, call Edmund Silverstein." He instantly grabbed her purse and dug through it, pulling out her phone.

He entered the passcode and when the phone unlocked, instantly went to the contacts app and scrolled, finding Edmund's number. "Hello? Is this Edmund Silverstein?" Edmund picked up the call on the other end, pausing the meeting he was having with his goons. "Who is this? Why do you have my wife's phone?" he scowled. But when he heard the reason, his eyes went wide.

"She's been what?! Okay, okay, I'll be there in a short while, thank you." He ended the call and turned to his men. "Y/N was shot," he whispered, "She has been taken to the nearby hospital, we're ending this meeting here. I need to go." So he cared about her? Of course not. It was his reputation at stake, again; what would people say if he behaved so carelessly when his wife got shot?

What would Mr Y/L/N say? Mr Y/L/N's mob was the second best around; if he lost their support, his rank would plummet. So he instantly rushed to the hospital, running towards her room only to be stopped by the doctor outside. "She's currently undergoing surgery, you need to wait here." Edmund sat impatiently, his foot vibrating as he waited for the operation to end.

Mr and Mrs Y/L/N showed up soon. "How is she?" Mrs Y/L/N asked tearfully, rushing to Edmund. "I don't know. Gah, I should have gone with her to the mall, shouldn't have sent her alone. This is all my fault, I'm so sorry." Mr Y/L/N shook his head. "You had an important meeting, it isn't your fault. Let's just pray for the best."

Their prayers worked, for an hour later, the doctor allowed them to go inside the room, where Y/N was alive and awake. She was laying down on the bed, her upper body propped up by pillows, staring out of the window. "Y/N!" She turned her head and saw Edmund running into the room. He sat next to her and hugged her, kissing her neck.

"Fuck, I was so worried," he whispered, "You almost gave me a heart attack! I'm so glad you're safe." Lies. Y/N knew they were lies. Even still, she played along, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's fine, I'm okay," she muttered. "This is not okay, you were severely hurt, you could have died— you need a bodyguard. I'll hire someone, he'll be your bodyguard."

"Edmund, I don't—"

"But you do! Ever since we got married, the risks to your life have increased tenfold, and that's putting it gently. You can't leave the house alone, Y/N; I'm not saying don't leave the house ever, but while going, you need to take someone with you. Someone who will keep you safe, and be alert at all times— who better than a bodyguard?"

His words did make sense. "Okay, okay, fine." After staying with her for a while, Edmund left the hospital. Minutes later, even her parents were gone. Y/N sobbed as she sat alone in her hospital room, covered in bandages. Why couldn't she just have died?!

---

"Good morning, Y/N, come sit, have some breakfast."

A few weeks passed. Y/N's back had healed nicely, she was now able to walk around the house without support. But that day, as Y/N walked into the dining room, she saw another man sitting next to her husband at the dining table.

He was… extremely handsome. Baby blue eyes, a strong jawline, longish dirty blond hair and amazing facial hair. His thick, full beard looked so lush and soft; Y/N kept staring, her gaze going lower. He was well built; the t-shirt he was wearing was clearly tight on him, defining his biceps and chest. Even the outline of his abs was visible under the tee.

"This is Steve Rogers, your bodyguard from now on."

Unbeknownst to her, Steve was doing the exact same thing she was; his gaze travelled over her body, taking in her tank top, her shorts and her appealing figure. Her face was the prettiest to him; he knew how poorly Edmund treated his wife and he resented the man for it.

But he pitied Y/N. That was one of the reasons why he'd even taken up the job. Not out of respect for Edmund, but out of sympathy for his wife. Y/N slowly sank into the seat in front of Steve, nodding at him. "Nice to meet you, Mr Rogers. I'm Y/N Silverstein." He smiled at her endearing ways. "Mrs Silverstein." That title, like poison on his tongue.

"He's gonna move into the guest bedroom today," Edmund spoke, completely unaware of the looks Y/N and Steve were sharing. "That's nice," Y/N mumbled, glancing once at Steve before starting to eat. Steve also continually stole glances at Y/N as he ate, observing her mannerisms. She was… demure. Naïve, even. Her face had a placid look on it, which irritated him.

Anyone in the same room as Edmund should have their blood boiling. He didn't know how she handled being with him all the time, sleeping in the same room as him… Just the thought made him shiver. "So, Mr Rogers, how long have you been working with Edmund?" He looked up and saw a small smile on Y/N's face.

He smiled back. "I don't work for anyone, Mrs Silverstein, but I offered to help Mr Silverstein because—" He took a pause. "Because the attack on you was deadly. Cowardly, but deadly." Y/N hummed, noticing the pause. Edmund did not give two fucks; he was busy shoveling food into his mouth at light speeds. After he was done, he stood up.

"Darling, make sure our new roomie is comfortable at our place, I'll be going now," he said. "Yes, sir," Y/N murmured, barely disguising her disgust as he gave her a kiss. "Love you, see you later!" With that, he left the room. As soon as he was gone, Y/N made a face, wiping her face clean with the cloth napkin kept in front of her, seemingly forgetting she wasn't alone.

When she heard a chuckle coming from in front of her, she paused and looked up, horrified. But Steve was smiling; he hadn't smiled this genuinely in ages. "No, don't be terrified, I understand completely. He gets on my nerves too." A beat passed and Y/N smiled. "Really? Then why did you accept this job?" He leaned back on his chair, crossing his arms.

"Because you need protection. I didn't take the job for him, I took it for you."

For the first time in forever, butterflies pooled in her stomach. Steve had made her feel what Edmund hadn't been able to for months— liked. Appreciated. "Really? Um, thank you," she mumbled, a small giggle escaping past her lips as she looked down at her lap, flustered. Steve smiled wider at her behaviour.

"Seriously, no one should be treated how he treats you. I mean, hey, you fucking married the woman, if you didn't want her then you should've found some other way to solve your fucking problem, my guy," Steve huffed dramatically, pleased to hear another titter from her. Anything to make her feel happy again. "He still…" she blurted out, "He still has sex with me."

Now that caught Steve off-guard. "Excuse me, what?" he whispered and Y/N looked up, surprised to see his smile gone. "Yeah. He insists, I mean— you're my wife, how dare you say no, etc. I don't— is that not normal?" Steve's jaw dropped in shock. So aside from mentally torturing her, he was also physically torturing her?!

"Mrs Silverstein." Steve twisted uncomfortably in his chair. "May I ask a question? It may be a little personal…" She figured she had nothing to lose. "Go ahead, Mr Rogers." He cleared his throat. "Do you… when you two have intercourse, do you enjoy it? Like, is it pleasurable, at all? I'm sorry for being too intrusive." Y/N grimaced, shaking her head.

"Um, no, it's fine. It's… it's not pleasurable. I don't like to have sex with him. I hate it. He's not even good at it! But I know I can't say no, I'm his wife, it's expected of me to sleep with him whenever he asks." Steve's blood started running hot. How fucking dare he? He wanted to shout, "No it's not expected of you to sleep with him when he asks, he's raping you!"

But he kept his mouth shut. It would be too much for one day; plus, they'd just met. What if she lashed out on him for even suggesting such a thing, even though that is what it was in the first place? "Ah, I see. So, um, my room…?" Y/N gasped and stood up. "Of course! Let me show you to your room, Mr Rogers." The two left the dining room, going upstairs.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in their rooms. Y/N read a book, while Steve, after roaming the house once, took a nap. As 4 pm rolled near, Y/N checked the time and stood up. She had planned on going shopping again that day, since that was the only activity she found peace and solace in.

Browsing through many items, visiting different shops… She loved it. But she'd not been to the mall in ages, all because Edmund wouldn't let her go. Now that Steve could come along, there was no harm in going there, right?

Before starting to get ready, Y/N went to Steve's room, knocking on the door. He looked up from where he was going through his social media and opened the door, smiling at Y/N. "Yes, Mrs Silverstein? Is everything okay?" She gave him a smile. "I'm actually planning on going shopping right now, and I wondered…" Steve didn't need to hear the rest of the sentence.

"I'll be ready in five minutes."

Y/N went back to her room giddy with excitement. She didn't know what it was, they'd met just that morning, but she felt happy around Steve. She felt at ease, she felt excited, and safe around him. After months, she felt like dressing up again. So Y/N took the most refreshing bath, pampered herself, put on her best dress, jewellery, makeup and also donned her best pair of heels.

Then she tied her hair up into a ponytail, keeping her ears and neck adorned with jewellery visible. Finally, an hour later, she went downstairs.

As promised, Steve had gotten ready in five minutes; meaning, for 55 minutes he’d been sitting in the living room, waiting for Y/N. But he didn’t complain once; when she walked downstairs, the clicking of her heels made him turn to her. And his jaw nearly dropped when he saw her. She looked… like a goddess. He couldn’t help but stare, his gaze appreciatively raking over her figure. Y/N’s cheeks burned under his intense gaze.

Get it together, he’s your bodyguard!

Get it together, you work for her!

He cleared his throat, meeting her eyes. “I, uh, you look nice,” he stammered, “Shall we?” She nodded and the two of them walked out of the house, heading towards the parking lot. But Y/N turned to Steve when they neared the car. “You can drive, right?” Steve chuckled, shoving his hands in the pocket of his trousers. “Very well.”

“Ah, that’s nice! So, um, Edmund took the driver with him this morning and I don’t really know how to drive, so—”

“I’ll take you, Mrs Silverstein.” She grinned at him and handed him the car keys. Like a proper gentleman, Steve first opened the door to the passenger seat for her, shutting the door when she got in. Only then did he get into the car, next to her on the driver’s seat. “Buckle up,” he joked, making her laugh as they both put their seatbelts on.

The driver Edmund had hired never followed safety protocol. Hell, she’d come close to dying on the street via a car accident multiple times, he drove recklessly but Edmund liked him, so he was never fired. Steve, on the other hand… He turned out to be a much better driver, driving carefully yet fast. The car ride to the mall was amazing. He even let her operate the radio, saying, “I’ll be happy with whatever song you play.”

Why couldn’t she have met Steve sooner? Soon they arrived at the mall; Steve parked the car and got out, opening the door for her again. When she stumbled in her heels, not having worn them for months, Steve easily grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, steadying her. Her blood rushed to her face and she apologised, pulling away.

“Don’t worry, it’s my duty to protect you, even against small injuries.” What was Steve making her feel? With him behind her, she walked into the mall, more carefree than she’d ever been. She first went to a clothes store, like the previous time.

“Mr Rogers, you can sit down if you want, you’ll tire yourself out,” she laughed when he followed her all around, even as she browsed through the racks. “But Mrs Silverstein, I’ll be worried if you’re not in my sights. That is, unless, I’m bothering you—” She swiftly shook her head no. “No no, it’s okay.” As they walked together, Y/N spotted a wonderful baby blue top. She rushed to it, picking it up.

“What do you think?” she blurted out, showing the top to Steve. His eyebrows shot up. “Man, my taste in women’s fashion is not that good, but… I bet it’ll look nice on you,” he shrugged, a big smile on his face. “Really? Well, I’ll go try it out!” Steve held his hand out. “I’ll hold it for you.” She handed him the top, looking around some more.

She found two more tops, four pairs of trousers and one skirt to try out. “This is the limit of the dressing room, I think,” she sighed as she draped the skirt over the mountain of clothes Steve was carrying. To him, it was like holding a couple of grapes. “I’ll wait here, you can go try it out.” He took her to the dressing rooms.

Y/N wanted to ask him to stay, but she thought it would be a little inappropriate. After all, he wasn’t her husband or her boyfriend, he was a bodyguard. And some of the clothing she’d picked out was… provocative, to say the least. What would everybody think if someone caught her putting on a fashion show for him, and not her husband? So she tried on all her clothes by herself.

But one of the tops she’d picked out had a zipper on the back, which unfortunately, she couldn’t reach. Plus she’d taken off her bra to wear it, since it wouldn’t have looked nice from the front. Panicking a little, she turned to the door. Should she call Steve? Well, he was her only choice, and she really wanted the top, so… Poking her head out the door, she loudly called out, “Steve?”

He appeared in front of her in an instant. “What happened?” he asked worriedly, his pale cheeks becoming red when Y/N told him the reason. “Y-You want me to… well, uh, open the door, turn around,” he stuttered, the breath leaving his lungs when she did. “Your mistress, not your girlfriend, your boss, not your wife, your mistress, not your…” he kept chanting in his head as he zipped the top.

“Done.” She looked at herself in the mirror, eyes lighting up with joy. The sheer happiness on her face made Steve smile as well; the top looked wonderful on her, but nothing could come close to her smile if he compared things that were pretty. “Buying it?” “Yup!” Steve left the room and Y/N changed into her original clothes.

Then she carried all her tryout clothes out, handing them to Steve. “I’m buying all of these!” Steve laughed along as the two walked to the cashier. With three bags full of clothes, the two of them left the store. “Ah, their new collection was so pretty! Let’s go to the jewellry store now, I want to buy some new rings.” He smiled. “As you wish, Mrs Silverstein.”

In the jewellery store, as Y/N browsed some necklaces, Steve went to check out the rings. He looked through them, smiling. Judging by the jewellery she was wearing at the time, he could tell that she loved silver instead of gold. So he picked some silver rings that he thought would look good on her, and carried them over to Y/N. "Mrs Silverstein."

She turned and gasped when she saw him holding five rings. "These are adorable," she crooned, "Thank you, Mr Rogers!" She tried on all of them, loving each and every one. Steve had impeccable taste, truly. "I love all of them, I'm buying them all," she said as a matter-of-fact, giving him a huge grin. "Ah, um, that's nice," Steve chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

Along with the five rings, she bought a necklace and two pairs of earrings. That was the only good thing about marrying Edmund; she got to spend as much money as she wanted because he always gave her a card to cover his atrocities. "Should we eat something at the cafeteria?" Steve questioned when they left the jewellery shop, because just then Y/N's stomach growled.

"I'd love to have a burger, let's go," she smiled and the two of them went to the cafeteria. There was a McDonald’s at the food court, and Y/N looked at Steve. “Does McD sound okay? I’ve not been there in ages!” He grinned. “Yeah sure, we can go there.” The two of them walked to the place.

Since it was a weekday, and office timings on top of that, the place was fairly empty. The two of them immediately found themselves in front of the cashier instead of having to stand in a big line. “Welcome to McDonald’s, how may I help you?” the cashier smiled. Y/N told her her order, which she noted down. “And for your husband?”

At that both Steve and Y/N paused. “He’s— he’s not my husband,” Y/N chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck as Steve looked away, clearing his throat. “Ah, boyfriend, I’m sorry, sir,” she chuckled and Steve looked at her, eyes wide. “I— yeah, yeah,” he stammered. It was better to let her assume than explain what was actually going on.

He gave the cashier his order as well and she gave the couple another smile. “Please wait, your order will be with you soon.” Y/N nodded and they went to sit at one of the tables. “I’m sorry about back there,” he blurted out immediately as they sat. “Don’t be, it’s better to let her assume than explain all the shit of the past few months,” Y/N chuckled, waving her arm in dismissal. They sat in silence after that.

Y/N was flustered beyond belief. Steve was already having an effect on her, and when the cashier assumed he was her husband? She was done for. Why couldn't you have been my husband, Steve?

---

5 more months passed. Next month, it would have been Y/N and Edmund's 1 year anniversary. Steve still worked for the Silversteins; only, something had changed between him and Y/N. There were lingering gazes and prolonged touches; whenever Y/N happened to stumble Steve caught her, but his hold on her arm or waist lasted a tad bit longer.

Whenever they were out in public, Y/N held his arm, or just touched him in a way that was appropriate. Neither could deny what they felt for each other, what they had been feeling for each other since day one. Until one day, the tension finally broke.

They were at home that day; Edmund was out as usual, and Y/N and Steve were sitting in the garden of the mansion. Y/N was laying down on a picnic blanket looking at the cloudy sky while Steve sat next to her, a book in his hand. Her neck started hurting after a while, so she lifted her head and placed it on Steve's lap. He looked away from his book, and at her.

She wasn't looking at him. Smiling softly to himself, he kept reading as well but his hand reached up, running over her head. "Steve…" she sighed blissfully and he paused, making her look up at him. Y/N couldn't take it anymore. She wanted Steve, and she wanted him now. Especially since she knew that he returned her feelings.

Y/N sat up and straddled his lap, causing the book to fall from his hands. "Mrs Si—" he began but she shushed him, placing her index finger on his lips. "Y/N. Y/N, Steve," she whispered and he grabbed her hand, kissing her wrist. "Y/N. What are you doing?" he questioned as she snuggled closer to him, hugging him. "I want you," she mumbled, "I want you so bad, Steve…"

He knew. And he wanted her too. Also, knowing that Edmund was cheating on her on the daily was… it made it seem as though what he wanted to do to Y/N was not wrong. Justified. "Doll," he breathed out, "I want you too." He hugged her, rubbing her back. "Then take me, please, I'm all yours," she insisted, "Edmund has not made me feel in a year what you made me feel in one day."

He cupped her face. "All mine," he mumbled, "My doll." Steve leaned over and kissed her, still holding her face. She kissed back readily, her arms going around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Soon they pulled away breathless; Steve looked her in the eyes, caressing her face. "Do you really, really want this, Y/N?" She pressed her lips to his again.

"I've never been surer about anything."

"Good." With that he stood up; Y/N squealed when he carried her just how Edmund had on the day of their marriage. But this… it definitely felt much better than that. He took her to his bedroom and gently placed her down in the middle of his bed, kissing her again. "Today's all about you, sweetheart," he murmured as he began kissing his way down her body.

"Oh, Steve," she whined softly as his hands roamed her body. "You complain about how Edmund is the worst partner you've been with, well now let me show how a good partner treats the woman he is with. After I'm done you'll feel like a fucking Goddess, sweetheart, that's my promise to you." He started taking off her clothes, starting with her t-shirt.

“Look at this body,” he praised, “Look how beautiful you are, I can’t believe I get to have you all to myself.” As soon as her upper body was bare he leaned in, starting to press feather-light kisses to her collarbones. He went lower still and brushed his lips against the valley of her breasts, making a shiver run up Y/N’s spine. “Steve,” Y/N gasped when he took a nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking on it.

“I’m a lucky man,” he mumbled to himself, sitting up to take off his shirt. Y/N’s hands reached up involuntarily, her nails raking over his sturdy, hairy chest. A low growl escaped Steve’s lips at the feel and he threw his head back in ecstasy.

His hands went down to the band of her sweatpants; he yanked them lower, pulling her panties off along with them. He placed his hands on her hips and bent forward, giving Y/N a deep kiss. “Do you want me to eat you out, angel?” he asked smugly, pleased to see the flustered look on her face. She nodded shakily, but Steve tutted. “Talk to me. Yes or no?” Y/N met his yes.

“Yes,” she squeaked out, burying her face in her hands. Steve laughed softly and pushed the hands away, kissing her again. Her lips were like drugs; he was addicted already. “Good girl,” he whispered before laying down flat on his stomach, his face lined up with her wet, dripping core. “So wet for me, I love it,” he spoke amusedly, running his fingers up and down her lips.

Her hips jumped up when his finger collided with her core. “Ah ah, don’t move,” he warned her, “I want to enjoy you thoroughly, you moving isn’t gonna help.” With that, he leaned in and licked a thick stripe from her core all the way to her clit. A loud moan slipped past Y/N’s lips and her hands reached up to grab his hair. “Steve, fuck!” she screamed as he passionately ate her out. She tasted like strawberries.

“So fucking sweet, I can do this all day,” he groaned, “Mm, fuck.” He continued his ministrations until Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. “Steve, I’m gonna cum,” she whined pathetically, her legs closing around his head. He grabbed her thighs and spread them apart, somehow increasing the pace of his actions. That did it for her. With a shout of his name Y/N let go, spilling all over his tongue as her body slumped down on the bed.

It was easily her best orgasm ever. Steve definitely knew what he was doing, and he did it well. “Tired, angel?” Steve sat up, licking his lips clean. He lay down on top of her and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself. “N-No,” she stammered; she wanted more, she wanted to feel him inside her. “What’s on your mind?” She looked up at him. “I— I want—” He hummed, holding her close. “Say it clearly.”

“I want to feel you inside me,” she blurted out and he grinned. “Exactly what I’ve been waiting to hear. I promise I’ll be careful.” He took off his trousers and boxer briefs, allowing his cock to jump free. When Y/N’s eyes landed on it, she nearly gasped. Is it even possible for someone to be this big?

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” She snapped out of her thoughts and nodded. “Yes, I do, Steve.” Steve pushed her down until she was lying flat on her back, and then climbed on top of her. “It might sting a little,” he muttered as he took his cock in one hand, lining it up with her core. He then pushed in, and Y/N hissed.

Considering his size, of course it burned. But when he bottomed out inside her, all the pain was replaced by pleasure. With Edmund, the pain never really left and pleasure was non-existent. With Steve, it was the opposite. “Oh, Steve,” Y/N whimpered when he began rocking his hips back and forth. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Steve whined, dropping his head to her shoulder. He buried his face in her neck, leaving love bites in his wake.

Y/N’s entire body moved according to Steve’s thrusts. She held onto his biceps, small whimpers escaping past her lips here and there as she neared her second orgasm. “I’m already close,” Steve grunted at one point, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” Y/N’s breathing became laboured as she ran her fingers through Steve’s hair. “Let go with me.”

Somehow their orgasms lined up. Just as Y/N came, moaning Steve’s name, he pulled out of her and stroked himself a couple times, spilling his release all over her stomach and chest. Both of them took a minute to calm themselves down; Steve got up and went to his wardrobe, pulling out a clean towel. He ran it under hot water and went back to the bed, cleaning Y/N and himself up.

“That was so good, Stevie,” Y/N giggled when he put on his boxers and sat next to her. He chuckled and pulled her closer to him, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “You’re also the best partner I’ve been with,” he confided her in, “I wish it didn’t have to be like this, I wish we could date openly.” Y/N sighed and snuggled into his arms. “I wish it so bad, too.” They sat snuggled up for a long time, until Y/N had to go back to her room.

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The one year anniversary came and went by. Edmund wasn’t home for it, and Y/N was pretty sure he’d forgotten. She, instead, spent the day with Steve, both of them going on a one day trip to an amusement park. Ever since the first time, they had sex almost every other night; Y/N was happier than ever. He treated her nice, catered to her every whim in bed and was also such a thoughtful boyfriend.

Until one day, when Edmund just had to ruin everything.

Steve and Y/N were in her bedroom; once again, Steve was reading a book that she recommended while Y/N, her head on his lap, was fast asleep, taking an afternoon nap. Unbeknownst to them, Edmund had come home early that day. He entered the house and looked around. Hm. Where was his wife? In her bedroom, obviously! Smiling, he went to her room but when he opened the door, he froze.

Steve looked up as well, and both of them stared at each other. Edmund saw the way his wife was curled up against Steve, safely tucked away in his arms as she slept without a care in the world. It was clear to him that the two were definitely more than mistress and bodyguard. And he felt unfathomable rage over the fact. Oh, so suddenly, he wasn’t good enough for her?

“What the fuck is going on?” Edmund whispered dangerously. But Steve stood his ground, glaring back at him. “Exactly what you think, motherfucker.” A smirk bloomed on the blond’s face as Edmund started visibly shaking with anger. “That’s my fucking wife!” he roared, “How dare you?” Hearing the scream Y/N was startled awake, and she instantly scrambled towards Steve, who gladly held her.

“Stop yelling, you’re scaring your wife,” Steve snarked and Edmund stomped his foot like a spoiled toddler. “Y/N,” he addressed her, “I’m your husband. Is this how you’re supposed to treat me?!” Y/N’s eyes filled with tears at his harsh and loud tone, and Steve saw red. “Well a husband has duties towards his wife too!” he snapped and Edmund turned to him.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Steve stood up, towering over the man as he crossed his arms. “Do you think she doesn’t know of your nightly affairs with different women? Do you think she’s so dumb that she doesn’t know you’re out cheating on her every damn day? And she finds one person—” He pointed to himself, “Who treats her right, who’ll do anything to have her, and you lose your shit?”

Edmund’s nostrils flared. “We’re bloody married!” he countered. “Well start acting like her fucking husband then!” Steve yelled, immediately regretting it as Y/N sniffled. He turned to her and sat next to her, pulling her into his arms. “I’m sorry, dove,” he whispered, rubbing her back as she tried to catch her breath.

“I love you, Steve.” Both Steve and Edmund paused. “I love you too, “Y/N, I love you so much,” he smiled back and Y/N grabbed his face, pulling him in for a kiss. She wanted to make a point in front of Edmund— I don’t want you anymore, I have Steve. Edmund’s blood was boiling; how dare she say those three words to some other man and not her husband?

He couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing Y/N’s arm, he yanked her up and slapped her straight across the face. “You never say that to me, how dare you say that to him?!” he shouted at her. It happened so suddenly that Steve couldn’t react on time; but when he realised what had just happened his being filled with murderous rage.

Steve pushed Edmund away from her with such force that the man stumbled backwards, falling on his ass. He couldn’t even say anything; he knew if he spoke, all that would come would be expletives and such derogatory remarks that his mom would faint on the spot. Steve stood above the man and planted a kick right at his crotch, causing Edmund to groan in pain.

He kept kicking and kicking until Edmund passed out from the pain. Y/N kept watching, horrified, but she couldn’t look away. Steve, his eyes glowing red out of hatred for Edmund, knelt on the ground next to him and started throwing punches at his face. Edmund’s face was disfigured; nose broken in several directions, jaw broken and face lathered in blood. Steve couldn’t bring himself to stop.

Why did Edmund think it was a good idea to slap Y/N in front of him? Soon something shiny caught Steve’s eye in Edmund’s pocket; pulling it out, Steve smirked when he saw a gun. “Close your eyes, princess,” he warned Y/N, “This sight is not about to be pretty at all.”

That was the last time Edmund ever bothered her.

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“Good morning, Stevie!”

Steve smiled sleepily as he walked down the stairs, seeing his girlfriend in the kitchen cooking up some breakfast. 2 years had passed since Steve murdered Y/N’s ex-husband in cold blood; they’d now moved to a different city, away from all their previous associates, to start a new life much better than the last.

Y/N had not seen her parents in two years; those were the happiest years of her life. She only needed Steve, he was enough. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I made your favourite blueberry pancakes!” she told him and he smiled again. “Thank you baby, you’re the best!”

The two of them were living a comfortable life; with Y/N having won all of Edmund’s assets in the most satisfying of all court cases, neither of them needed to have a job for the time being. They were enjoying life, even thinking about starting a family and roaming the world.

“What do you wanna do after breakfast?”

“Oh, I’ve made plans with Cassandra and Suzy, the three of us are going shopping.”

“Shopping, again?! Aw, man, I wanted to spend the afternoon cuddled up with you… anyway, are Tom and Mitch going to be there too?”

“Yes, who’s gonna carry our bags?”

“Fair point. I’ll join you.”

“Yay! I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/N, more than you’ll ever know.”

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