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sturniyolos · 4 months

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𝖼𝗋𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 - 𝖼.𝗌

It was no secret that you and Chris loved each other. You guys were happy with one another— key word were. It all went crumbling down when the three month mark hit. Every day, every night, dusk till dawn, all that was heard was arguments on arguments. Fights that started over the smallest things— from him coming home late without telling you, or you not cleaning up the house when that was your task for the day. Chris knew deep down you hated arguing, as it hit close to home with you. Living in an emotional household, crying and yelling to each other about bills that needed to be paid. But the more you guys fought everyday, the more he started to forget how it made you feel.

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Tonight, you had nothing planned but you wanted to do something special for Chris. You wanted to show him how much you appreciate him, through thick and thin. After a few months of saving up, you got him Lil Skies’ tickets as well as a silver chain he’s been saving up for, and a few of his favorite snacks. You also decided to cook your guys’ favorite comfort meal— which was pasta.

As the clock strikes 8pm, Chris should’ve been on his way to your apartment already. You just finished cooking and now you were just washing the last of dishes, setting up the table for tonight, and lighting up a few candles.

The clock strikes 9pm, still sitting in your designated dinner spots, waiting for Chris to walk in the door. You sent him a few texts before seeing where he was, but got no response in return.

The clock now striking 11pm. You were tired from today and decided to just head to bed. You put a plastic cover on both of your guys’ food, dissembled the designs on the table, and blew out the candles. But as you blew out the candle, you hear keys jingling outside your front door.

As you look up, you see Chris in a state of exhaustion. His eyebags popping out more than usual and his posture was telling you everything you needed to know.

“You’re home.” You say, as you slightly smile at him.

He ignores you as he takes off his shoes, places his items on the couch beside the door, and heads upstairs. He leaves you downstairs, staring blankly at the front door. You storm upstairs, furious of what just happened.

“What the hell was that?” You say, barging in your bedroom.

“Look I don’t want to hear it, I’ve had a hard day today.” He says, taking his shirt off getting ready to shower.

“Why don’t we just talk about our days over dinner? It’ll make us feel bett-“

“The last thing I need right now is yappin’ for the next hour and a half.” He says, walking past you and getting his towel. He’s about to close the bathroom door, until you hold it open.

“Just cause you had a shitty day doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me.” You say.

“I’m not trying to take it out on you, you’re doing that yourself.” He says, running his hand through your hair.

You stare at him in disbelief— not believing one word coming out of his mouth.

“You know what, nevermind then.” You say, getting teary eyed and walking away from him.

He sees you walking away, and that’s what gets him even more pissed. You sat on your bed and as you look up all you see is Chris staring at you.

“I was supposed to end at 8:30pm today but Matt fucking forgets to press record. So we had to refilm the whole video, and then Matt and Nick were arguing the whole time so I don’t even know if it’ll be a good video. While that’s happening, you’re blowing up my phone asking what time I’ll be home when I don’t even know what time I’ll be finished.” He says, basically screaming at you at this point.

You refused to look up at him since tears start pouring down your face. He stops talking,

“Look at me.”

You look up and he’s met with you crying. He scoffs and says,

“The fuck are you crying for? I’m just telling you what happened.” He says, looking down at me.

You stood up, “Can I not be sad? Can I not be upset at the fact my boyfriend is mad at me for wondering where he is? Can I not be-“

He cuts you off, “Yes, obviously you can be fucking upset but right now you’re just being dramatic.” He says, bluntly.

You were sniffling, still in shock of what was coming out of his mouth right now.

He scoffs again, and walks away towards the bathroom. Then, he whispers under his breath,

“Such a fucking crybaby.”

You hear him, and turn him around.

“Repeat what the fuck you just said.”

“You. Are. A. Fucking. Crybaby. You get worked up over the smallest shit and you have to go cry it out. You have to get some thicker skin.” He says, yelling at you.

You stood there, not saying anything. You just stared at him, and he was waiting for a response.

You looked up to your right, and you see a backpack. You grab it and start grabbing all your shit, even though it was your apartment.

“The fuck you doin’?” He asks, following you around.

“I’m done, I’m not doing this shit anymore.” You say walking past him, grabbing your necessities.

“Y-you don’t mean that, cmon.” He says grabbing your wrist, you snatch it back breaking the contact.

You grab your phone charger, your pre-rolled joints, and your portable. You grabbed a few sweaters, making sure none of them were his.

“Cmon baby, l-let’s talk it out.” He says, on the verge of tears.

“Oh, now you wanna talk about it? Fuck outta here.” You say going downstairs. He follows you, as he starts to get teary eyed. You pull out the box that contained his gifts from the back of one of the couches, and you throw it at him. Unable to catch it, it falls against his chest and all the contents fall out. He looks down, but doesn’t have enough time to look at it as you start talking.

“Go eat your cold ass food with your shitty ass gift. I hope you enjoy it, Christopher.” You say walking past him, opening the door and grabbing his keys.

“Baby please, I-I’m sorry please don’t l-leave.” He says crying, holding your wrist before you can leave.

“Yeah? Who’s the crybaby now?” You say, as you get out his grip again, and make your way to your car. You enter your car and as you drive off, unaware of where you are off to.

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Hi this was just a filler story as I’m working on the Chris one from the poll a couple of days ago :-) hope yall enjoyed 💕💕.

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zorosimpclub · 4 months

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late night at the office – Zoro NSFW

characters: zoro roronoa x fem!reader (he's your boss)

boss employee relationship, praising, degrading, light choking | smut | 18+ only – MDNI

word count: 5.5k

She glanced at the clock, it was 8PM and most if not all of her co-workers had gone home. She was assigned to this project by her boss, Zoro – the man was ruthless. He made her repeat her work if there was one small error. Sometimes even when there were 0 errors. That's how ruthless this man was. Today was no different, the client deadline was a few days away but he made her scrap her whole progress and start again.

Zoro sat in his office watching cameras his employees like a hawk, checking on each and every coworker he had. Until he looked at her, seeing her upset. His eyes narrowed and opened up his emails to write her one.

I need to see you in my office.

Minutes turned into hours until she received his email. She held her breath when she saw a small pop up flash on the corner of her laptop screen.

This can't be good, she thought. Sighing, she got up and made her way to his office, stopping right outside. She hesitated a little before finally mustering the courage to knock on it.

Zoro leaned back in his chair, checking through emails as he heard her footsteps outside his office.

“Come in.”

He looked up from his laptop, and fixed his gaze on her. He gestured to a small seat in front of his desk and waited for her to take a seat. She gulped slightly and sat down in the chair, she had no idea what to expect. Zoro was usually really hard to read and today was no different.

Zoro had folded his hands on his desk, looking at her with his sharp eyes. He didn’t waste any time – he didn’t believe in sugarcoating things and was a man of practicality.

”I see you work so hard yet you can’t seem to meet my expectations. I don’t know it your not trying hard enough or you’re just not good at your job."

She felt her lip quiver, he was harsh…there was no surprise there. She bit her bottom lip to fight herself from crying and waited for him to continue talking, knowing that he didn’t just call her into his office to just tell her that.

“I want this project done by the end of the week, I don’t want to hear any excuses. If you can’t get it done by the end of the week…you’re fired, is that understood?”

He wasn't really going to fire her, at most, he was planning to transfer her to another department. He didn't know why he was being such a dick to her...well, he did. Lately his bright eyed employee has been pissing him off. She keeps occupying his damn mind... that infectious smile of hers, her beautiful, innocent eyes...all of it. He didn't know how to feel and it was easier to get rid of her than just dealing with.

"I understand." She spoke up meekly, holding onto her composure so that she didn't burst out crying.

Zoro could see her eyes, they were filling with tears. For a brief moment, he almost felt bad for her. Almost. He let out a sigh and spoke softer whilst remaining stern.

“Good. You can leave but I want the first version of the draft first thing in the morning."

She gasped a little and looked at the clock in his office, "But Mr Zoro, it's 9PM now..."

She already knew what he'd say, it didn't matter because he was definitely going to ask her to pull an all nighter if necessary. It's not like he cared since he usually left the office quite late and in fact, this wasn't the first time she was working late. She wasn’t entirely sure that he had a life outside the office. He was the hardest worker she had ever met, always the last to leave but somehow the first to arrive.

Zoro's eyes locked onto hers.

“Do I need to repeat myself? I don’t care if you have to pull an all nighter here or at your house, as long as you submit the first draft tomorrow morning. That’s all I care about right now.”

At least she had the option to take her work home and work from there if needed. She stood up and excused herself, "Understood."

In the end she decided to finish as much as she could before leaving, she did work better here after all. She began typing away before she heard her co-worker Sanji settled down next to her briefly.

"Y/N my love, you're still here? I'm about to leave now, did you want me to give you a ride?" Sanji asked.

Zoro let out a soft groan as her placed his head against his palms, thoughts racing in his mind. He couldn’t take it. After she left his office, his heart pounded a little. He wanted to tell her that he wasn’t going to fire her and that he was harsh on her. He got up and walked out only to see Sanji next to her.

Zoro smirked a little sadistically, he knew what was going on with them. He wanted to hear Sanji ask her out and he wanted her to reject him. Again and again. He went to the water cooler to hear their conversation more clearly.

"Ah thanks Sanji but I don't think I'm leaving any time soon, I have this due tomorrow and it's much more peaceful here than home so I figured I'd stay until I get this done." She smiled softly at Sanji before typing away at her laptop.

Sanji huffed and leaned closer to her before whispering a joke in her ear, to which she giggled.

Zoro rolled his eyes as he heard Sanji’s whisper, hearing her giggle. His jaw clenched a little, he didn’t like her so close to another man, especially Sanji. It felt like he was so close to seeing her date this man, she’s too beautiful to be with someone like Sanji.

He drank some water, hearing Sanji make another remark, hearing her giggle again. He was getting jealous by the second.

He walked towards her desk and raised his brow at Sanji – he had always hated this man. Something about the way he spoke to her made him despise him.

"Why are you still here? Aren't you from the sales department?"

Sanji let out a chuckle, seeing Zoro walk towards his desk. A smug face on Sanji, as he spoke.

“Ah, yeah I’m in the sales department. I was just here for a client, I just happened to see her beautiful face and decided to visit.”

Zoro rolled his eyes again, he knew he was trying to make a move on her. Anyone with eyes could see how desperate he was towards her.

Zoro was furious but kept his calm, tone stern. "Yeah? Well she has something due in the morning so why don't you just leave instead of slowing her down?”

Sanji gave him a playful grin, his eyebrows raised.

“Wow! Mr. Zoro you are pretty protective of her, you should be careful otherwise someone might think you have a thing for your pretty little employee.”

Zoro's face got red as his fists clenched, he didn't like when people saw through him. He couldn't even respond to Sanji’s claims.

"Shut up." Zoro stormed off to his office, feeling a little embarrassed. Did that moron just practically confess for him?

Y/N blinked once. Twice. Thrice. What just happened? It all happened so fast. Why did Zoro get flustered like that?

She shook her head and sighed, "Anyway Sanji, I'm going to get back to work, please feel free to leave. Thanks for offering me to take home but I think I'll just get the late night bus back."

Zoro had his fists clenched, he wasn’t expecting Sanji to be so loud and put those words in her head. It made his blood boil in his veins as he slammed the door to his office with one hand. He sat at his desk, pushing his fingers through his hair. Why was his heart beating so fast? Why did he care so much about another man calling a woman beautiful? He didn’t know. He shook his head, this was getting ridiculous.

Time went on as he heard Sanji leave, the office became silent. It was all him and her.

Zoro couldn’t stand it, he watched from his desk. Seeing her stretch and hearing her tired yawns. Something in him got him to stand up and walk over to her desk. He towered over her.

“Its late, you should go home. You look tired.”

"But I haven't finished yet. I work better here." She shot him a soft smile and continued typing, feeling awkward that he was just standing there. She sensed some tension – what type of tension, she wasn’t sure quite yet.

With him, it was a mixed bag. He has been really kind to her but in a professional, stern way. But he’s also straight up been a dick to her, she wasn’t sure what to think.

He let out a sigh, his attention locked onto her soft smile, he couldn’t look away…it’s like he was mesmerised.

“I know I gave you that deadline earlier but I’ll give you more time. Just leave and get some rest, you need it.”

She perked up a little, "Thanks but I think I can finish up in a couple of hours..." It was obvious that he felt bad, he always does and she was grateful that he showed care for her. But she really wanted to prove to him and herself that she wasn't just going take the easy route.

He stayed silent, watching her type away on her keyboard. He felt like time was going incredibly slow, watching her fingers type. His eyes roamed from her hands to her face, back to her hands then back to her face. His face only got redder at the sight, damned feelings he thought.

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He left the office and grabbed both of them some takeout before returning – he convinced himself that he would do this for any employee and that it was just him fulfilling his duty as a boss. He pushed open his office door with his shoulder and placed the takeout on his desk.

He should email her to come have dinner since it seems that she hadn't already had it.

After hesitating for the tenth time, Zoro opened his email and wrote to her.

I need to see you in my office.

He wasn't going to tell her that he got takeout, she probably wouldn't come if he did.

She sighed and got up as soon as she saw the email pop up in the corner of her screen. Walking over to his office, she rubbed her temples to prepare herself for whatever the man was about to throw at her.

Zoro watched her walk over to his office, the sight of her just walking over was enough to make him lose his mind.

The moment she walked in he gestured for her to sit down, he put the takeout in front of her. She had no idea the amount of willpower he was exerting to not just kiss her.

She raised a brow not knowing what he asked her here for, there's no way he called her in here because he got her food...right? Maybe he was going to eat in front of her knowing that she hadn’t had any dinner yet but he can’t be that cruel…right?

"You called sir?"

Zoro stayed silent, his heart pounded in his chest. What if she thinks it's inappropriate he bought her food? He felt like the air in the office got thicker as he looked at her. He spoke up with a firm tone, trying to get away from his thoughts.

"Eat."

She looked taken aback and looked at him as if he said the most incredulous thing ever, he was joking right? She didn't know what to say but on cue, her stomach grumbled. She had completely forgotten to eat dinner…

He watched her stomach grumbled, making him feel a little amused. His lips twitched, his eyes darted to the takeout and back to her, wanting her to eat. She hesitated for a bit and leaned in to grab part of her portion. He leaned back in his chair, not taking his eyes off her as she began eating.

His lips twitched into a little smile watching her eat, she looked so cute eating. Hell, she looked cute doing anything he thought. Zoro reached for his food and started to eat, his gaze never leaving her form. She ate nervously in silence, the food was good but she didn't know how to take this. Maybe he just felt bad for barking at her earlier.

His gaze was fixated on her eyes, occasionally his stare would wander to her lips as she chewed. Her nervous look only made her all the more gorgeous to his eyes.

He knew she wasn't aware of how attracted he was to her, to be fair, he didn’t know how attracted he was to her until it was just them alone. It was getting harder for him to hide it, every time he looked at her he wanted nothing more than to hold her close to him.

Everything was fine until she bit into the hotdog, causing the sauce to squirt on her cleavage. She panicked and wiped it off with her finger before licking it clean.

Zoro almost bit the side of his mouth as he saw her. She was eating the hotdog so innocently. He nearly lost it when the sauce made contact with her cleavage.

The sight of her innocently licking the sauce up with her tongue was enough for him to want to pin her to the wall and kiss her. But he snapped back to reality, he quickly cleared his mind and coughed a little.

"Thank you for the food." She squeaked, breaking the awkward silence that had built up.

Zoro let out a small chuckle. He looked at what she was wearing and had an inappropriate thought that he immediately pushed away.

“You’re welcome, you still have sauce on you,” He pointed to a spot of sauce on her cleavage that she had missed.

Y/N squealed a little and got flustered as she looked down to the sauce. Zoro got up and walked around his desk, sitting on it. He was directly in front of her now. She felt incredibly self conscious with the sauce still on her cleavage but for some reason she froze. She couldn’t move or say anything.

Zoro could feel himself getting more and more attracted to her. He watched as she seemed to freeze, it made him want to do something about it. He leaned forward, his face getting closer to hers.

“M-Mr Zoro?”

Zoro smirked a little at her squeaky voice. She looked so adorable right now, it made him want to close the gap between them.

“You’re so adorable...” He whispered leaning forward even more, his face inches away from hers.

She was shocked, this is so unexpected. Was she so tired that she was hallucinating?

“Y/N…" He called name her softly. He took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. He couldn't help but think about how badly he wanted to kiss her right now.

She closed her eyes, feeling his warm breath on her lips. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t think of him late at night, as harsh as the man was on her, he was often the object of her fantasies. In fact, she’d moaned his name as she pleasured herself countless times.

Zoro couldn't take it anymore, his eyes burning with desire. He couldn't resist any more, he leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. It was more of a teasing kiss than anything else, but it she felt intense sparks.

The soft moan from her only fueled Zoro's passion. He deepened the kiss, his hands gently holding her face. He could feel her trembling against him, and it only made him want more.

He broke the kiss and dipped his head to her chest only to lick the sauce off without breaking eye contact. She gasped at the sight and tightened her grip on her chair. She wanted to touch him but she was too afraid to, she didn’t know how to approach the situation. Zoro pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling with lust as he looked at her. He could feel the tension in the air, the desire radiating off of them both.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly, "You taste even better than I imagined.”

“Y-you’ve imagined tasting me?” She blushed deeply and locked her gaze onto his eyes.

“Well, you are pretty irresistible."

Zoro teased, his gaze never leaving hers. He wanted her, there was no denying it. He reached out and gently traced his fingers along her cheekbone, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes and leaned it to his touch, which left behind burning heat. Her body ached for him, it wasn’t a want anymore… it was a need.

Zoro could feel the heat radiating off of her, his desire for her only growing stronger. He leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from hers.

"I want you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Let me show you how good I can make you feel…”

She looked up at him with those big doe eyes that he loved so much and nodded slowly.

Zoro's heart raced with anticipation as he leaned down to claim her lips once more, his hands running through her hair as he deepened the kiss. He knew he shouldn't go this far with her, but he couldn't help himself. He’d worry about the mess tomorrow. She fluttered her eyes shut and kissed back passionately, letting her hand roam his body shyly.

The kiss was intoxicating, and Zoro found himself lost in the heat of the moment. He groaned softly against her lips, his body responding to her touch. He broke the kiss for a moment, their breaths heavy and ragged.

"You're so fucking beautiful.”

She watched as he loosened his tie and smirked at her. She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her thighs together in response to how attractive he looked.

“Mr Zoro…”

Zoro reached out and undid the first button of her shirt, his eyes burning with desire.

"Don’t you think you need to be punished? For flirting with other men, hm?” he questioned, his voice husky with need.

He took of his tie and tied it around her eyes, blindfolding her. She gasped and stayed still, part of her feeling like it was on fire.He trailed his hands over her skin, unbuttoning more of her shirt as he went.

"I can’t believe I get to do this to you.”

She didn’t stop him, after all she did want him in every way. He took this as a sign to continue unbuttoning her shirt. His heart pounded in his chest as he exposed more of her skin to the cool air. His hands were shaking slightly, not from fear or hesitation, but from the overwhelming desire coursing through him.

"You’ve been driving me crazy.”

She gulped visibly and leaned her head back, exposing her naked neck and clavicle. Zoro's fingers brushed against her soft skin, tracing delicate patterns on her skin as he leaned in closer. His lips grazed her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

"You're making this very hard for me," he murmured against her skin.

He leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue sensually around it. A moan escaped from under her blindfold as she arched her back, offering more of herself to him. Her other nipple hardened at the sensation, begging for the same attention. He chuckled darkly and grazed his teeth against her as he gave her other nipple a pinch.

Her body trembled with anticipation and need. "Zoro," she panted, her voice filled with desire and longing. "Please...”

“Patience sweetheart. I did say that you were going to be punished didn’t I?” He sucked, bit and licked her nipples before lifting her skirt and moved her panties to the side. His rough hands slid over her mound, teasing her sensitive folds with his fingers.

"Look at you, dripping for me to touch you." he growled against her skin. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream, is that okay sweetheart?”

She grinded her hips on his fingers and nodded, begging to feel them inside of her. Unable to resist any longer, Zoro thrust his fingers inside of her, groaning at the feeling of her slick walls squeezing around him.

"You're so tight," he moaned, his pace becoming rougher.

She moaned and bucked her hips faster. It felt so good, she couldn’t even think straight. That however changed as soon as he slipped his fingers out of her, she moaned in protest and she heard something ruffling near her. She felt herself be lifted from the seat by her waist and laid down on the table.

“I think I have some space for dessert.”

Before she could ask what he meant, she felt something wet trail along her pussy. In an instant, she gripped his hair and ground herself against his tongue. Zoro moaned around her clit as he alternated between licking and sucking, loving the way she was writhing against his mouth. He moved to the side, sliding his tongue inside of her as he thrust two fingers inside of her.

“Mr Zoro!" she cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. Her hips bucked against his hands as she came undone, her moans echoing in the empty room.

As she finally came down from her orgasm, Zoro pulled his fingers out of her and stood up. He gave her a wicked grin.

"Now it's my turn." He pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his already hard cock.

He took off her blindfold and yanked her to his chest.

“Now look at me when I fuck you," he growled, his voice dangerously low. He pushed her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes as he thrust into her, claiming her body completely. Her body was slick with their combined fluids as he slowly started to pick up speed, slamming into her with a primal groan.

He gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he took what he wanted from her. He peppered kisses and bites on her neck as he pounded mercilessly into her tight hole.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of fucking you like this?”

She gasped, her body arching into his as he hit her sweet spot. "Mr Zoro…" she moaned, her voice filled with desire and lust.

"T-Too much." she panted, her body trembling under his relentless thrusting.

“Good. Your punishment is cumming over and over again until you can’t think straight, are we clear, princess?”

“Yes," she whimpered, her body throbbing with need. "Please.”

He thrust into her so deep, she swore she could feel him hitting her cervix. She could feel every inch of him pulsating inside of her, claiming her like he would never get to touch her again. His fingers found her clit, rubbing it roughly and sending waves of pleasure through her.

He withdrew from her slowly, only to push back in hard, his muscles rippling as he hit the spot that made her scream out his name. His hips snapped with each hard thrust, driving him deep inside of her.

She held her breath as his balls slapped against her ass in all the right places. She could feel herself getting closer but the pleasure was overwhelming, making it nearly impossible to think straight. Her body tensed, her walls clenching around him in anticipation.

Her cries of pleasure and pain mingled together, echoing through the room. Her climax hit her hard, her body shuddering underneath him. Zoro’s own climax was imminent, his cock throbbing inside her.

“Look at you, you’re such a little slut aren’t you? Pretending to be innocent with those big pretty eyes but here you are, taking dick from your boss like a cumslut.” He chuckled dryly and pushed her against the door, her chest rubbing against the door every time he thrusted into her.

Zoro lightly gripped her neck and fucked her senseless, he wanted to have her like this every day. Everyday whilst everyone outside had no clue what was going on inside. Her eyes widened, both from the pleasure and surprise of his grip on her neck.

She couldn't help but moan loudly, her body arching off the door in response to his rougher actions. "Y-yes, Mr Zoro!”

"That's it, moan my name princess." He groaned out, thrusting harder into her. His grip on her neck tightened slightly, not enough to hurt her but enough to leave a mark if anyone were to find them like this.

She moaned his name, her body trembling from the intense pleasure and the sensation of being taken by him. "Ahh...”

Her eyes rolled back in her head, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. "Mr Zoro!" She cried out, her body shuddering under his rough treatment. She couldn't believe how much she craved this dominance from him. Zoro leaned in, his free hand running up her leg and over her thigh, his fingers finding her clit again.

He circled her clit slowly, teasing her further as he continued to fuck her against the door. "You're mine to claim whenever I want, understand?”

Her body convulsed around his fingers and his cock, her voice barely more than a whimper now. "Y-yes, Mr Zoro!" She panted, her eyes locked onto his. There was no denying the truth in her words—she belonged to him completely.

Feeling her submission, Zoro groaned deeply, his hips snapping faster as he took her roughly against the door.

"And you'll always remember this, won't you?" He asked, his voice thick with lust and possession.

"Y-yes, Mr Zoro," she panted, her voice barely audible over their heavy breaths. "I'll always remember this."

Hearing her confirm his words, Zoro felt a rush of power course through him. He gripped her tighter, biting his bottom lip as he drove deeper into her, claiming her in every sense of the word.

Her cries of pleasure mixed with his name filled the room, echoing off the walls. Her body arched off the door, meeting his brutal thrusts with unyielding desire. This was their dance—one of dominance and submission, pain and pleasure—and she was his perfect partner.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum, got it?”

"Please, yes!" she whimpered, feeling his thick cock throbbing against her sensitive walls. The thought of him filling her up with his seed sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.

"That's my obedient princess." He groaned out, his voice low and rough with lust as his hips pistoned into her. His pace grew more rapid, his cock sliding in and out of her with brutal speed as he prepared to unleash his seed inside her.

“Fuck! Take my load!”

“Mmph!" She gasped, feeling him pulsing inside of her. His cum filled her up, claiming her in the most intimate way possible. She cried out his name as the intensity of the sensations washed over her.

She screamed, her body shuddering under the pleasure. Every muscle in her body was taut with anticipation as he continued to empty himself into her. His hips bucked wildly against hers, driving him deeper still as he claimed her completely.

"Look at me when you take my cum."

He snarled, yanking her head back by the hair, forcing her to meet his gaze as he exploded inside her. His words snapped her back to reality, and she finally registered the loud grunts of his orgasm echoing around them as his cum shot into her, filling her up and making her sob out his name again.

He pulled out of her and carried her to his chair before sitting down with her in his lap. Panting heavily, she felt him shift her so that she was now sitting in his lap, her legs dangling slightly. Her body trembled from the aftermath of their intense lovemaking, her heart still racing from the sheer intensity of it all.

“So…” she started.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark and smoldering with lust. "So," he drawled, running a rough thumb over her swollen lips, "you just fucked your boss huh?" His voice was rough with satisfaction and pride.

She blushed and hid her face with her hands.

Chuckling softly, Zoro wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer.

“It's alright, I won't fire you.” he teased, his other hand traced gentle patterns on her stomach, trying to soothe her blush. “In fact…from now on, this is your duty.”

He growled low in his throat, nibbling on her earlobe as he started to grind his hard cock against her still-sensitive core.

"Every day during work, you come to my office and let me have my way with you, understood?”

“Y-yes, Mr Zoro," she whispered, shivering in pleasure at the thought of the things he would do to her.

“Good girl." He murmured approvingly before leaning down to capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss that left her reeling. As he held her close, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that from now on, this beautiful woman was his to claim whenever he wanted.

“Oh and your work is actually good, I was just being harsh on you because I wanted to not like you." He admitted sheepishly “I was never planning to fire you, sorry for being rude to you.”

She blushed and cuddled against him, her heart fluttering with happiness. "Thank you, Mr Zoro." She looked up at him, her eyes shining with adoration and desire. "I'm glad I didn't disappoint you.”

“Zoro.”

“Hm?” She looked at him, a little puzzled as to why he was saying his own name.

“Just Zoro.” He smiled at her and captured her lips into a sweet kiss.

"Yes, Zoro," she breathed, returning his kiss eagerly. A warm shiver ran down her spine as he continued to touch her in ways that made her body tremble with anticipation. She was his now, completely and utterly.

"That's a good girl." He whispered against her lips before pulling back to look into her eyes.

"Now, let me drive you home." His tone was both commanding, leaving no room for hesitation or refusal. He wasn’t going to let her get the bus alone, definitely not at this hour. She nodded.

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Once they reached her home, he parked the car carefully. His hand gently guided her out of the vehicle, their connection undeniable. As they stood on her porch, he leaned down and captured her lips once more, his tongue teasing and tasting her mouth.

He pulled away and stroked her hair lightly, “In all seriousness, this wasn’t driven by lust. Well, part of it was… but I do like you. A lot.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, making her heart race even faster. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with desire and a hint of admiration.

"I... I like you too, Zoro…do you want to come inside?" she whispered softly, biting her lower lip nervously. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he took her hand,

"Alright then, let's continue this inside." His voice was sweet but seductive, his grip firm yet gentle.

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As always, feel free to request a fic! :) Here's my third Zoro fic (I cannot stop writing about this man helP RJSGIOEJ) anyway, please lmk if you enjoyed this one! seeing comments on my last few fics made my day (maybe that's why i'm churning out these fics so fast??? LMAO) <3

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humblequestvinyl · 11 months

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leave me again

LEAVE ME AGAIN, EDDIE DIAZ X FEM!READER

APART OF THE ‘ROLLING UP THE WELCOME MAT' SERIES,

SUMMARY: on february 14th, with all the love in the air, y/n’s new ep; rolling up the welcome mat is released, and eddie finally hears everything she tried to say.

inspired by leave me again by kelsea ballerini

previous chapter

lowercase intentional! wc: 0.7

warnings: alcohol, marriage problems, & possible swearing(?)

a/n: last chap of rolling up the welcome mat series <33 i absolutely adored this series and i hope you did too <3

FEBRUARY 14TH.

the famous holiday known for all the love in the air.

trading valentines, getting flowers, jewelry, candy, and cards.

but for the first time in almost 12 years, eddie sat alone, with a bottle of whiskey and the bachelor on the tv.

with chris at a school dance, buck visiting y/n in nashville, and everyone else having plans, except for him.

it was almost 9pm before his phone buzzed next to him, and eddie immediately picked it up, seeing it was a text from buck.

buck i think you should watch this.

eddie clicked on the link, before quickly seeing it was from y/n’s new ep, and he rolled his eyes before clicking out, and going back to the bachelor, refusing to watch it.

he sat there, pretending to watch the tv, but in reality all he could think about was what she had said about him in those songs. was she saying anything bad? was she talking about chris in her songs?

eddie had to know, he absolutely had to.

the firefighter clicked on the link once again, turning his volume all the way up before starting to watch the video as the song played through the speakers of his phone. his eyes scanned the screen, before he noticed where she was.

she was in their old penthouse in LA.

the penthouse where they had countless fights, countless late nights of being drunk, countless parties where they pretended to be fine as a family when they really weren’t.

she was in the closet that used to be hers, with her wedding band on her finger still, and her guitar being one of the only things left in there. he watched as she picked up the guitar, and started to play the song.

“i hope you’re spending christmas with your family,”y/n started, filling eddie’s ears with a voice he used to love so much, but let it slip through his fingers like sand, “i hope you’re fighting fires that you love.”

“i hope you’re feeling happier than you’ve ever been,”she went on, and eddie noticed all the stickers on her guitar case of all the places the two had gone, “and i hope i never leave me again.”

eddie listened as the girl sang about their relationship, and how it all had fallen apart on the two before they even realized it. how they were too young and too stupid to get married, but they did it anyway without really getting to know each other.

as the song went on, eddie felt emotion run through him, knowing he was the reason their marriage fell apart. she had tried so, so hard but for him, nothing was ever good enough.

“i hope that you find somebody new,”y/n sang as the song was coming to an end, and eddie knew it, “i hope that you get the house, and the good wife and the kids,”

“and i hope i never leave me again.”

as the song faded out, eddie heard his doorbell ring, and he got up before answering it, seeing a box with a note attached to it.

opening the box, he saw the wedding band he had given her seven years ago when he had proposed. gently opening the note, he noticed her messy handwriting, before reading it with a tear rolling down his face.

this was yours first, i thought you’d like to have it back.

i hope you’re doing well, and that you’re finding new love this year for valentines day,

and i hope i never leave me again.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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first time whit ajax?? boy is so underrated 😩

This one got a little out of hand - again - and ended up being 1k... Please enjoy, this is my first Ajax fic!

Also, tomorrow is my birthday and there is a snowstorm coming (again...) so I’ll try to post more!!

my taglists are here + you can requests here at any time

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Ajax felt like a shame to his kind, an embarrassment. After years of being a gorgon, he stoned himself while taking a shower. Thankfully, turning into stone was not permanent, but it did cause him to miss your date.

He profusely apologized the next day and promised to make it up to you, but unfortunately your plans could not be reported to another day. At least not for a while.

‘’I had the dorm to myself. I was thinking we could’ve…you know,’’ you explained without giving too much details, but just enough for Ajax to get the gist of what you meant.

Ajax's eye lit up like a Christmas tree and his mouth twitched into a smile. ‘’Are you serious?’’ He lowered his voice, ‘’You wanted to..?’’

You nodded, then stole a kiss from Ajax, making his smile broaden. ‘’We’ve been dating for a bit and we’ve made out a lot.’’

The gorgon laughed, getting flashes of your makeout sessions. They had gotten over PG-13 these past weeks — hands under shirts and a little bit of dry humping — and, while it was pleasurable, you got to a point where it wasn’t enough.

‘’But I want more. I need more.’’ You grabbed Ajax’s thigh firmly and he held his breath, your hand dangerously high. ‘’But the opportunity is missed because Enid and Wednesday had a fight and now she is moving in with me and Yoko,’’ you explained with a sigh.

You loved Enid, she was the sweetest soul, but having two roommates will make it twice more difficult to have alone time with Ajax. And with the exams coming next month, all of your free time will be spent studying. Last night really was your only chance.

Ajax already felt bad about yesterday, but now his guilt had tripled. Those snakes really were a nuisance in his love-life. ‘’We’ll find a way,’’ he promised, then kissed you sweetly.

On Friday, you got a text from Ajax asking for help with the botany homework Ms. Thornhill gave for the weekend. You found it strange and unusual that he was doing homework on a Friday — he was the type of person who waits until the last minute —, but you didn’t ask questions. Perhaps your studious side was starting to rub off on him.

To match the strange and unusual energy of Ajax's texts, his dorm was dimly lit with twinkle lights. They weren't there the last time you came over. The curtains were also shut and the bed was made, which got you even more confused.

Ajax didn't see your expression before the words began spilling from his mouth. ‘’I wanted to light candles, but with the luck I have when I get nervous…it's best not. I don’t want to get in trouble for starting a fire. So I went with twinkling lights. Is it okay? If you hate them I can—’’

Your heart swelled. ‘’You did this for me?’’

He shifted on his feet and nodded. ‘’I felt bad for ruining your plans when I stoned myself so I decided to surprise you,’’ Ajax explained, hoping this will make up for the night he ruined. ‘’I bribed my roommate with money so he would leave the dorm for a few hours. We have the dorm to ourselves until 9pm.’’

‘’We do?’’ you asked, looking up at Ajax with absolutely no thoughts related to botany.

‘’We don't have to do anything if you don’t want to—’’

You grabbed his face and crashed your lips on his. ‘’Stop talking. I’ve never wanted anything more.’’

Ajax smiled before joining your lips again, lacing your fingers into his hair whilst yours grabbed at his hoodie and pulled him closer to you. You’ve been wanting to do this all week. A soft groan erupted from his lips, feeling your body against his.

The kiss deepened and Ajax’s hands descended down. This was nothing new, you’ve felt each other before. When he got to the bottom of your sweater, you stopped him abruptly.

‘’Wait! My bra doesn’t match my underwear…’’

The genuine worry in your eyes made your boyfriend want to laugh. Your bra and underwear not matching was the least of Ajax’s cares. Everything will be on the floor anyway.

‘’We're about to get fully naked and you worry about your bra and underwear not matching?’’ Ajax shook his head and pulled your sweater off regardless, giving no fuck if your panties didn’t match the blue of your bra. ‘’Are your panties pink? Or yellow? Or do they have little strawberries on them—’’

You held back a giggle and shut him up with a kiss. Maybe it wasn’t that important.

You followed Ajax to his bed, sitting beside him as you kissed and peeled layers of clothes until all that was left was your underwear. His warm skin felt nice against yours, your hands exploring bodies and pulling soft moans and sighs from each other.

With difficulty, he managed to unhook your bra and your cheeks were getting pink under Ajax's gaze, staring at your breasts and hard nipples with a boyish amazement. He had seen you topless before, but his reaction was the same.

‘’Fuck, you’re beautiful,’’ he said before pressing his lips to yours.

You're beautiful too, you wanted to say, but Ajax started to lay you back down until your back hit his soft mattress, turning your brain into putty the moment his body was over yours. He dragged his mouth down to your jaw and neck, trying to show love to every inch of your body.

Your hands moved to his back, creating shapes with the indent of your nails into his shoulder blades as he sucked at your skin. Soft hums left your lips — he was so good at this.

The shape of his hardening cock was starting to get very noticeable and pressing against you. It was usually ignored, but tonight you pushed your pubis against him and Ajax moaned, pleasure coursing through both of your bodies. You did it again, then reached to pull his boxers down, but before you could do it Ajax looked at you.

‘’Are you sure you want this?’’ he asked, his gaze soft and endearing.

You nodded. You had never been more sure. ‘’I want you, Ajax.’’

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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aita for being mad at my best friend/roommate for repeatedly disregarding our plans to do other things?

sorry this is long, i have no concept of how much detail to add to things. so myself (21f) and my roommate (22f) have been best friends for almost a decade and have lived together for a year. it’s been hard for us both (i think) as i’m pretty codependent and get jealous when she has other friends or guys she’s talking to (it’s something i’m trying to get better with but that’s also a reason i’m seeking to see if i’m the asshole or if i’m just being clingy).

She is very into talking with guys/casually dating, and every instance of her changing or bowing out of plans we have is due to a guy she’s seeing or talking to. the first time this has happened (out of 4 that i can remember from the past ~6m) we had made—what i believed to be—concrete plans to go out on her birthday, as she’d agreed the night before this and i’d mentioned buying her drinks. around 8-9pm she gets a call from the guy she’s currently talking to and he asks her if she wants to go do something, which she immediately agrees to. i was really upset about this one but knew i didn’t have a right to be as it was her birthday and i wanted her to enjoy herself, even if it wasn’t with me. so i told her that, that i was upset but it wasn’t an issue with her and that i wanted her to have fun.

the second time, with a different guy, was when we’d planned to go out for drinks to celebrate my grad school graduation after a concert. she was going to be taking a guy to the concert with her and told me we couldn’t go out after as she didn’t want to just make him leave after the concert. i didn’t see the big deal as the guy had to work in the morning and it would already be late for him, but agreed, despite knowing that meant we would never celebrate that (and still haven’t)

third time was fourth of july when i’d asked her repeatedly if she was still going to be coming with me and my family (who she loves) to watch fireworks. i was excited because i’d never gotten to go with a friend to see fireworks. the day of, morning of, she tells me the guy she was talking to invited her to fireworks so she of course was going to go to those instead.

this is a lot of backstory to the reason i’m really asking aita. for the last three years i have worked a job with a 3am start time, meaning i always went to bed early, like 9pm early. meaning we could never do anything if i worked. yesterday was my last day and so i didn’t have to go to bed early last night. because of that, we had talked for a few days about going out to get margs to celebrate me finally leaving. she got home from work excited about margs, but her new boyfriend was having a slight crisis, nothing pressing or worrying, just a hiccup with his band. she told me she’d asked him if he wanted to call like 20 minutes beforehand, and then laid in my room for about half an hour waiting for him to call (so 50 minutes after the initial text). i asked if she still wanted to go out or if she would rather just call him and deal with that (which i would’ve understood, at this point, hence why i asked) and she said she still wanted to go out. i said we should just leave and if he called we could leave the bar. she agreed and i had started getting dressed, when he called around 9pm. she’d said it would be like a 45 minute phone call and i told her i wanted to try to leave by 10 at the latest. so i’m just hanging out, killing time, and at 10:05 go to check if she’s done, and she’s changed into her PJs. she’d decided she cared more about chatting to her boyfriend than she did about our premade plans to go get drinks and celebrate me leaving a job that made me miserable.

i’m currently not talking to her, i haven’t had much opportunity to so i’m not like actively avoiding her, and this morning i did tell her i was upset. i know i’m allowed to be upset at the situation but i don’t want to be mad at her if i’m just overreacting, as I do have an issue with last minute plan changes or not knowing exactly how something will go. i know we do live together but going out is our ‘catch up’ time because we’ve had pretty opposite work schedules for a while. not to mention it makes it seem as though she views our plans as optional, as if they’re just placeholders until something better comes along. i really don’t know how to feel as i never let myself actually be mad at her since i’m always convinced i’m overreacting. i’ll probably talk with her but i need strangers on the internet to tell me if i should just be upset about the situations or if i have a reason to be mad at my friend herself.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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steve-harringtons-ass · 1 year

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Deal~ Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader SMUT

Cw: Sex, alcohol, teasing, foreplay, slight vouyerism?

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One of Eddie's favorite things about you is how infatuated you are with him. He'd never admit it, but if there's one thing that makes his heart melt, it's how you can't stay away from him. And you really can't- especially not as of recently.

You were a lost puppy without him- completely obsessed and hopelessly in love- and he adored it. You also had a very rough time keeping your hands to yourself lately. He'd make dinner for you both and you'd distract him with a hug from behind, or you would catch him watching a show on the couch and straddle his waist just to hug him. Not for nothing, he does little things here and there to make you want him more.

Telling you how good you look every morning before work...

Playing with your hair when you're home...

Calling you at work to tell you he's thinking about you...

Calling you at work to tell you how badly he wants to lay you down and eat you out until you're shaking...

Can anyone blame you for being obsessed with him?

It's a warm Friday evening, and most people have Monday off for a holiday.

Long weekend. Perfect.

You and Eddie planned out a date night for tonight, which really meant getting all dolled up to go out to eat, then coming home and watching a movie.

You came home and started getting ready for your reservation, knowing he'd be home soon. It was a relatively nice restaurant, so you wanted to look nice too.

You heard the door to your apartment open, and you nearly jumped for joy when he came inside.

"Hey, hun." He came into the bedroom as you slid on your dress.

"Hi." You smiled. "How was work?"

"Eh, 'was fine. Boring. I missed you today." He shuffles through his side of the closet to find a nice button up. "What about you?"

"Oh, stop." You giggle at his other comment, and catch him smiling in the corner of your eye. "Also boring, also missed you."

"Oh stop." He mocks your tone as he takes his shirt off, tossing it onto his side of the bed. He's glancing over at you while he buttons his shirt.

"Hold on, let me help." You get up and do the last couple buttons, leaving the top one undone.

He cups your face in his hands and smiles. "Y'know I can dress myself, right?" He pauses, almost as if he's studying you. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you... And, maybe I just like helping you." You stand on your toes and kiss him, still holding onto his shirt collar.

"Hmm." His voice is a low growl, but gentle. "I still gotta get ready, sweet girl."

He's never called you that before, and the name makes your heart flutter.

"One more kiss?" You ask, and he obeys with hearts in his eyes.

"One for the road?"

"Where're you goin'?" His face is just centimeters from yours.

"To finish getting ready."

He kisses you again, his hands on your wrists. He almost wants to cancel your reservations and stay home- but you do that quite literally every other Friday. Tonight's special, and God does he love watching you get ready. To him, it doesn't take much for you to look nice- but when you put on your little black dress and the gold necklace he bought you, he swears you're a fucking angel.

"Thanks." You smile before turning away and starting on your hair.

You and Eddie come back from the restaurant at around 9pm, ready to strip to pajamas and lounge on the couch with a bottle of wine.

You're wearing his shirt, grabbing two wine glasses and a bottle.

"You wanna watch somethin' on TV or a movie?" He asks.

"We can watch whatever's on." You sit next to him on the couch, and the two of you immediately fit together like puzzle pieces. You're cradling your glass of wine while your head rests on his chest, his arm around you as his hand smooths down your hair.

Eddie's not a huge wine drinker, but you sure as hell are. About an hour and 40 minutes into whatever you two are watching and you're on your third glass while he's on his second. (He's also got an awful tolerance when it comes to getting wine-drunk).

He cranes his neck to kiss your forehead.

"Are you still awake?" He whispers.

You push yourself up to him to kiss him before setting your empty glass on the carpeted floor. "No."

"Man, that's a shame."

"Hm? Why?"

"I wanted another kiss."

You shuffle again under the blanket, this time sitting on his lap to kiss him again.

"Can I tell you something?" He asks.

You nod. Neither of you are paying attention to the TV.

"You looked beautiful tonight. You always do, but I forgot to tell you earlier."

You're looking into his eyes before you grin. "Eds, you did tell me earlier."

"Maybe I wanted to tell you again."

Something in his words makes it impossible not to smile. "How'd I get so lucky?" You've got a hand on his cheek, and you're trailing the other one down his chest. "I love you, did you know that?"

"I feel like you've told me this before." He takes your hand off his cheek and kisses your palm. "I love you too."

"And you looked so good earlier. God, it's truly ridiculous. You always look so handsome."

He's trying to hide his smile, but you can see his expression thanks to the dim lighting coming from the TV.

"I love you." You kiss his cheek, then his lips. He wraps an arm around your back and pulls you closer to him. "Am I sayin' it too much? Can I tell you again? I love you, Eds."

He snickers. "I'll never get tired of hearin' it, angel."

"I like when you call me those names." Your voice drops to a whisper. "Makes me wanna fuck you more than I already do." And there's the wine, speaking for you.

"Is that right?" He matches your tone. "What else do I do? I'm dying to know." He's hard. Just from hearing you tell him you love him.

"Everything. Everything you do makes me obsessed with you. The way you talk to me, look at me..."

"I had a feeling it was that easy."

"Are you calling me easy?" You lift his chin up with your index finger.

"I'm saying it doesn't take much for me to get you going. I don't think you can disagree."

"Says the one who's getting hard by me sitting on him."

His face turns an obvious red. "Can you blame me? I've got such a pretty face to look at."

You’re unbelievably aroused now.

"Hm. I had a feeling it was that easy."

"Oh you wanna compete? I'll fuckin compete. Wasn't it you that wanted to give me head the other day just because?"

"Eds, you called me at work yesterday to tell me you couldn't stop thinking about me."

"Well, you're the one that needed three kisses earlier just to get ready."

"That you more than willingly gave." You're having the time of your goddamn life bickering like this, because you know it isn't serious.

"Well what else would I do, fight you on it?"

You both stop and break out into laughter.

"God, I can't believe we're arguing about who's easier." You say.

"Especially since its obviously you." He has this mischevious grin on his face. "Let's settle it then. Neither of us can try and fuck tonight, no matter what. Whoever gives up first, loses. Sound fair, sweetheart?"

"I dunno, I might move a certain way and you'll bust a damn nut." You snicker.

"Yeah? I might call you a name and you'll fuckin' strip, princess."

"Nope. You can't break me. Interesting that you wanna try so hard though, ain't it?"

"How?"

"I think you know." You mindlessly move your hips on him, letting out a soft groan in his ear- and you watch as his face turns pink.

"Now that's not fair."

"You never said we couldn't try and get the other to give in first."

"Right, and I think you want it to be a competition so badly 'cause you know I'll fuck you regardless. 'Cause it's easy to get you going."

He's right and you know it. You furrow your brow, unable to think of a response. But you need him so badly you couldn’t care less. So you kiss him, and you feel his other arm clutching your lower back. He's got his arms wrapped around you tight, and you both secretly wish you could stay like this for the night.

He swipes his tongue against your bottom lip before playfully biting it, he doesn't fucking care about the deal you just made- he knows whatever happens is going to be because of both of you. He made that deal knowing that all you have to do is tell him you love him and he's on his fucking knees for you. He's just as obsessed with you as you are with him… Which means, you also agreed to the deal knowing that all you’ve wanted all day long is to fuck him like you’ll die if you won’t.

When you pull away he gives you another quick kiss.

"N-Now isn't that interesting." Your eyelids are heavy and you feel warm.

He's got nothing but love in his eyes, and it’s incredibly hot. You’re head over heels for him.

You know Eddie's current predicament is very uncomfortable. You're letting out soft pants rocking your hips back and forth on him.

"Y/n..." His voice dances in the air, clinging to nothing as he's responded to with a kiss.

"S-So easy." He shifts underneath you, hands never leaving your body.

"Yeah?" You look at him. "Fine then."

Eddie watches you get up and off of him, sitting next to him instead. He makes the attempt to hold you from leaving, but to no avail.

"C'mon..." His voice is a whine, desperate and needy. "Come back, hun. I know you want to."

And you do, God, you do. It isn't even about the sex anymore. You just want to be close to him- but you want to prove him wrong.

"Miss me already?" You ask.

"Of course not, but I know you probably miss me." He knows he's a terrible liar when it comes to you, and makes no attempt at hiding it.

"Oh, do I now?"

"Yeah, this must be absolute torture for you."

"So if you're so concerned, why don't you come here?"

He looks down for a second, like he's thinking of the next smart-ass comment. "You're not winning this little game, Y/n."

"Neither are you." You get up and stand in front of him, lifing his face up with your hand under his chin. "I'll be in our room if you need me."

Eddie's all too confused, stunned and aroused as you walk away. He studies you as you leave, just about to break the deal he made.

You "forget" to fully close the bedroom door as you lay down on your side of the bed. Silently sliding your pajama shorts and underwear down your legs, you toss them aside and waste no time finally giving yourself what you've needed.

Your hand finds its way down to your core, and you jolt at the sudden contact. Eddie is still in the living room, desperately trying to figure out what you're doing.

You start slow at first, swirling your finger around your clit with the most feather-light touch. The feeling of finally being touched where you need it is already too overwhelming. You feel hazy and warm, eyes glued shut as you can only think of Eddie.

And so you let him hear it.

He's still on the couch wondering if the teasing was too much for you until he hears the sweetest of noises come from the bedroom. You're panting and mewling like a stray kitten, and it sends him into overdrive. He waits a few seconds and revells in the things he's hearing from you, until he hears his name.

It was half an accident, really. In a mix of curses, and just lack of thinking, along came his name. You wanted his attention though, and now you got it.

He can only listen for so long until he's opening the door, catching you in your act.

"Oh, don't let me interrupt, love." He stands in the doorway, drinking you in like you're the last vessel of water on Earth.

"Then I won't." You don't break eye contact when you continue, letting out the most lewd noises to rile him up. You pick up the pace and your breath hitches, and Eddie nearly melts.

You're sprawled out, back arching as you grab at the sheets with your free hand.

"Wouldn't you rather it be my hand?" Eddie whispers, almost too eager.

"What about that deal?" You're scrambling for a release, body tense and trembling as you swirl your fingers around your sensitive clit. Every touch sends shivers up your spine.

And Eddie stands there, watching you with the most lusty, love-drunk expression you have ever seen.

"Please? I'll take back what I said." He almost whines.

"Hmm...I-I'm so close, Eds." You're teasing him, and yourself. You want nothing more than for him to take over, but you're more stubborn than that.

"Then let me help," He crawls onto the bed, just a foot away from you. "Please."

You take your hand away. "So you admit it?"

"Only for you. Shit- maybe I am the easier one. I don't mind. You drive me fucking crazy."

You give him this shit-eating grin. "That's all I needed to hear."

He's officially lost. But instead of letting you orgasm or fucking you, he kisses you. It's soft and warm and almost enough to send you over the edge. Only then does he replace your hand and pick up where you left off.

He can't pry his eyes off of you as he watches your expression change. His hands always feel so good, you nearly lose it as soon as he slides his fingers into you. You jolt in absolute pleasure, melting into his touch. Eddie scissors his fingers inside you, slowly pumping in and out as you squirm and buck your hips into his hand.

"That's it, sweet girl. Just focus on my hands, okay?"

You can't stay still, and you're grabbing at everything from the pillows beside you to the sheets underneath you. He picks up the pace just enough for you to notice.

"Please, please don't stop." Your legs are trembling and he's fucking enamored. You can barely get a word out without letting out some unholy noise that would make even the most dirty-minded blush.

When you finally reach your climax, you let out a whimper. A shiver runs down your body as you come down from your high, taking a few seconds to collect yourself.

"I would gladly lose any bet to see that again." He finally says.

Without a word, you move to stand on your knees.

"Hm?" He looks at you.

You unbuckle his belt and he helps you take it off, along with his boxers- until he's in just a shirt. His erection springs out, and with that, Eddie looks relieved.

"You've been more patient than I have. I think we can agree on that, hm? Sit back."

He's all too eager to obey, shifting to sit on his knees.

You grab his cock before letting your spit coat the tip, and he shivers as it slides down his shaft.

You take his face in your free hand and before you can say anything, he leans forward and kisses you. You gently move your hand up and down, taking some time to rub circles on the tip of his cock with your thumb. He's using one arm to balance himself while you listen to the music he makes, moaning like it's been years since you last did this for him. It hasn't.

You pull away and he leans back, throwing his head back and gripping the blankets, knuckles almost white.

"You look so fucking good. Almost makes me want to take a picture." You notice the flustered look on his face, and you lean into it more. "So handsome, and such a pretty cock, too."

"F-Fuck." He pants, voice barely a whisper. His voice is raspy and his hair is starting to stick against his face.

"God, just watching you has me fucking dripping. See what you do to me, Eddie?"

"You're doin' so much more to me, you have no idea."

It's too much now. He's flustered, sensitive, excited, all he can focus on is you. You. You. You.

That's all that's ever on his mind. Your voice, your touch, your adorable infatuatuon with him. He can barely handle it- handle you.

He's bucking his hips into your hand, chest rising rapidly as he comes closer.

"Makin' me feel s-so good, angel." He breathes out. "Shit."

You stroke his cock through his orgasm and he groans, overstimulated and unable to regain focus.

"G-Gimme a second, hun." He pants, cock still twitching in your hand.

And barely over than a second later is he sitting up.

"Get on top. I wanna see you ride me."

Your face is hot with arousal and anticipation. Eddie watches you come over to him before guiding you onto his cock.

You curse as you sink down onto him. He's still sitting up, burying his head into your neck.

He guides your hips onto him, choosing the pace for you. You already feel too much, but when he starts nibbling and sucking on your neck you swear you see stars. You're completely at his mercy even while you're riding him.

"Doin' such a good job already, just like you always do." He whispers against your skin, sending vibrations through your body that send you over the edge.

"Lemme go faster, love, please. I-I can't take it."

He lets out a dry, raspy chuckle. "Need more already?"

You nod desperately, hoping he'd either obey or let you take control.

And he chooses the latter, wrapping his arms around you instead.

The two of you are impossibly close now, perfectly in rhythm with one another as you speed up. You're holding his face in your hands, both of you hot and glistening with sweat. Eddie falls in love with you all over again when you're like this. Looking into his eyes, kissing his face, his neck, his jaw.

"So good, sweetheart. Got such a perfect pussy for me to fuck." He's holding you tight, afraid you might disappear into thin air if he lets you go. He treats you like delicate porcelain until he can't hold back anymore.

He carefully moves to lay you on the bed without removing you.

"Don't stop," You whimper, broken moans falling out of you. "Feels too good."

"I won't." He pounds into you- hard. You're shaking and moving with the pace he's fucking you with, unable to keep yourself still. His hands are gripping your hips and digging into your soft flesh, the stinging pain from his nails only making you more needy.

"Fuck, Eds. Fuckin' me so good, 'look so good while doin' it, pretty boy."

Eddie dies and comes back all in the same moment when you call him that.

"You're my f-favorite fuckin’ sight." He pants, sweaty and tired as his strokes become ever so slightly out of rhythm.

"God, I love you- Fuck!" You yell, feeling him finish inside you. You feel full, full of him and everything he's giving you.

He's desperate to see you reach another orgasm, and he removes his hand from your hip to press a thumb to your clit.

Tears collect in the corners of your eyes and you blink them away, yelping and moaning with each stroke he makes. His thumb lazily rubs circles onto your clit, dripping with your arousal.

He watches you wriggle under his grip as he uses you like a fucking sex doll, making sure you get your fill.

"Please- Eds I'm almost there..." Your voice is trembling, your legs are shaking. He hits the same spot over and over again, thumb doing absolute wonders on your swollen clit. His thick cock and fucking perfect hands are driving you insane. You can't focus, can't think, can't even fucking talk.

You finally reach your climax, back arching and stomach doing backflips as you gasp and let out lewd sound after sound. Even as he slows down to let you come back to Earth, you're twitching and and whimpering.

"That's it, pretty girl" He pants. "Did so good for me."

You both take a second to yourselves.

“Can’t belive you lost. Knew it.” You say, smiling as he takes the blanket and tucks the both of you in.

“Yeah yeah, we get it, Y/n. Don’t let this get to your head.” He pulls you toward him before kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight, Eds.”

#80s #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #smut #fanfic

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hrefna-the-raven · 2 years

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Taste of regret (Chapter 1)

There aren't enough Travis fanfictions, I just had to contribute xD the world needs more Travis Hackett stories <3

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Chapter 1 - Wednesdays

The same routine once a week, every Wednesday evening, since Travis started doing the shifts at the station with Hank. They drove to the only bar in North Kill to drink and play pool, throughout the whole night right until the bar closed. They always were the last to leave, wavering home and cursing the next morning swearing to rein back the week after. Every Wednesday felt like some weird version of Groundhog Day right until a year ago when a new bartender took over. Fred, the owner of the bar retired, leaving the establishment to Y/N, a young and rather good looking woman,who came to North Kill to find refuge from the hectic army life. After six years as a soldier you had seen enough and chose the quiet country, although you weren't entirely sure if owning and maintaining a bar would be a definition of quiet. By pure chance, there was a touch of fate that Fred's farewell party happened to fall in the middle of the week, on the exact same day Travis had his night out, but at this moment neither of you realised what impact this coincidence had on the both you.

It was around 9pm when Travis and Hank came through the door, you could feel a sudden cold but fresh breeze clashing with the warmth and beer odour of the room, instinctively you looked up and your eyes met instantly with Travis'. It felt like one of those magical moments, neither of you knew what it exactly was, but you held the gaze, feeling a soft tug towards each. After breaking the eye contact, he and Hank walked up to Fred, patting him on the shoulder and discussing what you presumed to be farewell wishes and questions about his plans for retirement. Travis excused himself and walked up to the counter, sheepishly smiling at you. You threw your towel over your shoulder and leaned towards him.

"What can I get you", your eyes wandered over to his name badge, "sheriff Hackett."

Your voice had this soothing mesmerizing tone, radiating captivating aura, an invisible net which captured Travis' old heart on the spot, leaving him absolutely defenseless. He suddenly felt like a stupid teenager, a heat rising to his cheeks and quickly looked over to Hank who gave him a thumb up to order the usual.

"Two whiskey, please", he still avoided your eyes.

As time passed, the slurred conversation in the bar grew louder and it was just after 11pm as Travis walked up to you again, slightly staggering and definitely buzzed after two hours of toasting with Fred and Hank. A quiet voice in the back of head told him to be careful, to restrain himself, but the boisterous drunk voice seemed to win with better arguments. He dropped down on the bar chair and looked up, eyelids heavy and the vision starting to blur.

"Don't say it", you said jokingly while closing your eyes, pressing two fingers against your temple faking a concentrated expression, "two whiskey", you opened your eyes again and winked at him, which earned you a chuckle.

"Ma'am, you're trespassing on private property", he joked and tapped his head with a finger, "stop reading my mind."

"Please don't shoot me, I've got a search warrant", you innocently raised your hands holding up the drinks for him.

His heartbeat was tapping the rhythm of a dangerously fast song, his head began to spin, but there was this loud voice again, urging him to ask her name, argumenting that she definitely had some interest in him, starting a joke and playing it along.

"Ok, I'll let you off with a warning this time, but only if you tell me your name", his direct approach surprised even him and his stomach felt queasy causing him to tense up.

Before you could answer, Fred rocked up behind the sheriff and leaned on his shoulder, Travis foundered somewhat under the sudden weight.

"Y/N, I'll be off home now, I'm too drunk, too old and too retired to stay any longer", he babbled, "sheriff I'm off, it was nice having you and Hank around. Take good care of of my bar, Y/N!", he walked a few a steps away, turning around again, "oh and Travis, be careful with her, she might look like an angel but that woman can't bite the devil on her tongue and will say whatever comes to that weird mind of hers", and he went out of the door, leaving you and the sheriff in a moment of awkward silence.

You were the first to talk again and as time passed you ended up being caught in a deep conversation with the sheriff, only interrupting it here and there to serve the other clients. Travis and you discussed god and the world until it was midnight, you closed the bar and stood for a moment outside with sheriff Hackett, who was the last guest for that night.

"Until next Wednesday, Y/N, it was nice talking to you."

You made your farewells and left both in opposite directions. Travis tried his best to keep his body in check as he staggered home. He felt a little dumbfounded, his inebriated mind struggling with the events of this evening. He couldn't get a hold of this beautiful young woman wasting her time on talking to him, a weird old man in uniform, coming to the bar she now owned to get hammered once a week. He was nothing special, he never considered himself ugly but hell, he was well aware that he couldn't possibly be handsome enough to get that much attention from any woman your age. Whatever it was, he decided that he was too tired to overthink it in detail and he fell on his bed, falling asleep with improper dreams of you.

You let out a sigh as you let the apartment door shut. You didn't expect anything from this small town, you presumed to encounter trouble with some of the local drunks at work, maybe a quiet time outside your work, but your tiny list of expectations never mentioned the possibility to be intrigued, almost mesmerized, by the local sheriff. He was clearly older than you, even though not too bad looking, but there was something in his eyes that enamored you, something that was maybe slightly mischievous, there was certainly more to him than just being a lawman trying to keep a small town in check; and then there was this unspoken chemistry, a magical spell squiggling around you and him, talking to him felt like it came naturally, no need to restrain yourself, your shared interests and the sarcastic dark humour hopping hand in hand down a street of which only time could tell where it lead.

Chapter 2

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estellamiraiauthor · 30 days

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Blargh, this guy at work… I don’t think he’s a bad person but he gets under my skin sometimes.

I had already applied IN ADVANCE and had approved the following schedule for this week: Leave at 3 on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday off. It was on my calendar. In a group chat with our boss at 9pm on Friday, this guy sends me 27 pages of TINY font for translation and says he wants it by Wednesday at 3.

That’s… not possible. If I didn’t have unchangeable commitments on those days I could PROBABLY do a passable-for-an-internal-document job, but I couldn’t change my plans. He couldn’t change the deadline (SO WHYYYY WAIT UNTIL FRIDAY NIGHT TO ASK???) I’m still not sure if no one checked my calendar or if they actually thought it was possible to translate 27 pages between 9 am and 3 pm in addition to another job the same boss had given me.

I offered to work a few hours on Sunday, but because I ALSO had family commitments then, I couldn’t do a full day and take a substitute day off, but I said I’d do 3 or 4 hours just as overtime. The boss said no, just run it through machine translation and edit it. I said I also couldn’t EDIT 27 pages by Wednesday without working on the weekend or “late night” hours, and he said just do what I could. SIGH

So I did. I got a first pass on 20 of 27 pages, couldn’t even start the other 7. And with only one editing pass on a shitty machine translation… I think the correct meaning is communicated at this point, but not necessarily prettily, and I can’t guarantee no typos.

I also actually started at 6:30 and just punched in at 7:00 (the earliest when they don’t have to pay me “late night” overtime rates.

A translation company would’ve asked for 2-3 WEEKS to do this job. When I was an in-house translator and we had to do the financial reports we’d knock out something similar in 2-3 days BUT that was with 5-6 translators all taking individual slides and then passing them around to each other to cross-check. It wasn’t possible to give him what he wanted in the time I had available.

So what he got was… again, 20 pages probably communicate the correct meaning in a first-draft way. The other 7 are mostly gibberish.

I sent it back to him, and what did he do? He sent it off to someone in another division to finish the last 7 pages (fine) with a note that “Estella translated the first 20”.

OMFG WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DUDE??? You gave me a TINY FRACTION of the time any translation company or freelancer would’ve quoted you. I TOLD YOU it couldn’t be done in that time. YOU TOLD ME to just do what I could in the time allotted with machine translation… you do NOT get to put my name on a fucking SHODDY piece of work that is shoddy ENTIRELY BECAUSE you waited until 2.5 business days before the non-negotiable deadline to think to ask if I was available. 🤬🤬🤬🤬

(I replied to the email, removing the guy who made the unreasonable request from the CC, and clarified that I had NOT translated it but only done a super fast first-pass edit on a machine translation, and therefore feel free to make any necessary edits without worrying about whether there was a reason for any odd wording…trying to say “please do not think so little of me that this is actually my translation” without actually saying that.)

#real life #work #horrible coworkers #translation

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sidehugsnsideblogs · 2 years

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FCSU #69 The Unescape

Over the next few weeks AJ and her kids settled into their new routine. Isaac began to tutor Alex and Austin to get them caught up academically. While the boys were clever, the FCSU's teachings focused more on obedience and building rather math and science. The plan was to have them ready to start school that fall with their cousins. Isaac also gently pushed the boys to reexamine some of their more sexist beliefs just as Teresa had once done for him.

Teresa went back to work, her salary was now supporting twelve people and oftentimes the hospital was quieter than her home. Her brain was always whirring away. She'd found Penny and Becca and Allie-Jayne were out. Farrah and Jayne were still entrenched, but where were her brothers? Teresa was the last daughter to be married and had spent more time with them than the others. The older her twins got, the more she was reminded of James and Daniel.

Allie-Jayne spent her days taking care of the littles, cooking and cleaning as an attempt to pull her weight and working on her older girls. Abby and Autumn were still holding strong. The first week she made their favorite foods for dinner but the dishes were ignored. Eventually hunger broke them down empty plates were slid under the door after each meal. AJ took to playing with Avery outside the door. She used the same songs and games to teach all of her children their letters and numbers. Maybe the familiar melodies would lure the girls out.

Some days AJ would lean against the door and talk half to her daughters and half to herself, trying to defend her actions. She told them how much she loved them and how they deserved so much more than the drudgery of polygamy. She wanted to get them an education. She wanted them to choose what kind of life they led. One morning she was pouring her heart out when she heard the door unlock. She scrambled to her feet.

Much to her surprise AJ’s eyes met Alex's on the other side. "The window is open Mother Allie, they're gone." He said, in a sad, quiet voice. AJ looked around, the room was pristine. As though the girls had never been there. Clothes, backpacks, personal items. Gone. The four boys were outside playing in the rain when they noticed the window to the girls’ room was open. Alex decided to climb up the side of the house to see if he could talk his sisters into leaving their room. When he got to the window, the screen had been cut out, the door was locked and barricaded by the dresser.

AJ had brought the girls dinner the night before around 7pm. She had collected empty dishes after tucking the little ones into bed around 9pm. It was now close to 10am, how far could they have gotten in twelve hours and in the pouring rain no less? Brindleton Bay was a small seaside city surrounded by dense woods. There were several different roads leading into and out of town. Allie-Jayne prayed that the girls were safe; they were so naïve in the ways of the world. If some creep offered them a ride they could be taken anywhere. She steeled her nerves and along with the other adults, devised a plan.

Allie-Jayne, Isaac, and Teresa split up to look for them. Each would take a different route to Newport, that had to be where they were headed. Allie took the van. She decided it was best to leave her other children at home with Andrew. She began the long drive yet again. After an hour and a half of driving along a lonely stretch of road along the coast AJ saw a figure slowly walking off to one side. Pulling over, she saw Autumn, in tears, disheveled and filthy but seemingly unharmed. Her eyes grew wide as the van slowed to a stop. She turned to run but stopped when she saw who was behind the wheel. AJ jumped out as soon as the van was parked and pulled her daughter into a frantic hug. She was just happy to have found her.

“I’m...so...sorry Mother Allie.” She wept. “Abby said we’d be destroyed if we didn’t get back to Father, the Lord spoke to her. He showed her the way and I tried to keep up. We've walked all night. I wanted to stop for a bit so she left me behind. I’m so tired. I just want to go home.” AJ hugged her sobbing daughter again, relieved that she was safe. She got Autumn into the van. "Do you know how far ahead she is?" Autumn shook her head. "Some car picked her up. She's probably there by now." Allie's stomach clenched. Abigail Brown? Her Abby? Got in a car with a stranger? "What type of car, did you see the driver?" AJ could feel her voice rising, causing Autumn to cry even more. "I don't know? It was a truck, and it was green. The driver was a lady, if that helps." She stammered.

AJ called the others to meet her. She sent Autumn home with them, she needed some sleep desperately. Once everyone else was gone, Allie drove faster than she ever had before. By early evening she made her way to Newport. She thought about stopping in town to look but in her heart she knew Abby would be headed to the ranch. She pulled up in front of Elden’s house, their old home which now stood empty like the rest of the compound. Everything was still, the yard was empty and barren. AJ felt a twinge of sadness seeing that her old garden had been dug up. She noticed the back door was open.

Abigail was sitting in the former living room looking up at a wall of pictures. “Mother Allie?" She said in a small, exhausted voice. "They’re gone. They’re all gone. Father left me behind.” There was so much hurt in her voice. She’d been her father’s little princess since she was born and he just left for Zion without so much as a word to her “I’m sorry Abby, I really am. But yes, they're gone." AJ, put her arm around her daughter. Utterly defeated, Abby looked at her mother "Can I bring some things?" AJ agreed and helped her load some clothes, books and pictures into the van. Allie-Jayne herself scavenged some dishes.

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Lagos prophet drowns during Valentine’s Day beach hangout

A fun-seeking Lagos-based prophet, Oriyomi Remilekun, was said to have drowned during a beach hangout in the Ajah area of the state to celebrate this year’s Valentine’s Day. PUNCH Metro learnt that the deceased led some youths of his white garment church to the Avista Beach situated in the area on Saturday, February 17, to commemorate the Day. A source privy to the incident told our correspondent that the picnic which lasted through the evening had ended when the whereabouts of the late Oriyomi became unknown. The colleagues were said to have immediately launched a search for him but efforts to locate him proved abortive. The source said, “The youths of the church parish at Gbagada were on a planned Valentine’s Day love feast at the Avista Beach Resort and they were 16 in number. They first lodged at a shortlet apartment very close to the resort where they had a party before later moving into the beach resort. “Around 9pm, they prepared to leave and when they got to the car park, they discovered that Oriyomi was missing. When they asked his girlfriend, she said he gave her his phone, went in and promised to come back. They later went to the beach, searched for him and could not find him before they left.” The colleagues were said to have returned to the beach on Sunday morning to continue the search but still could not find him. They later lodged a report at the nearest police station. When contacted, the management of Avista Beach confirmed the incident but told our correspondent that the remains of Oriyomi were washed ashore on a separate beach located in the community on Monday. Speaking on Tuesday, a member of the management team who craved not to be mentioned due to the sensitive nature of the incident said, “On Sunday afternoon, we saw a group of people with police officers from Ogombo Police Station who told us they came to report that someone was missing at the beach. They invited us to the station and we wrote our statement. After that, the police invited the remaining colleagues. About three hours after they were invited, we got a call that a body had been found at Baracuda Beach Resort. The guys did not lodge at the resort and the body was not found there. They started the search around 9pm and that time in Lagos is just like early morning. Why didn’t they raise the alarm but instead went home that night? This is a beach resort where everybody comes and goes home.” People familiar with the late prophet have mourned him while reacting to social media posts announcing his demise. A Facebook user, Erinle Abel, who expressed sadness over his death wrote, “Honestly, I have never met a prophet that is gifted without blemish, humble in spirit and character, very active in the vineyard and respectful to both the young and old. Our meeting was during our harvest week and since then he had been a blessing to me. It is so unfortunate that you have to leave untimely. May God rest your soul and bless your church with more truthful prophets like you.” When contacted, the state Police Public Relations Officer, Benjamin Hundeyin, said he was not aware of the incident. “I am not aware,” he said. Read the full article

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The one you mentioned in the notes of your fic? I guess that's about you? Im kinda interested in the other one now too

OH! Okie yeah your right it's about me.

SO. You're gonna need some context about who I am, where I come from, and what that means.

I'm an afro-indigenous person from Guatemala dad's side is the mixed black side, and mom's side is the primarily indigenous side. The region we're from is best described as Texas but worse. I carry a machete in my truck just in case, and every male elder I know wears a cowboy hat.

The mestizaje of the region is pretty through, most people are mixed indigenous with white, and of course, it's Guatemala. Half of us are "wholly" indigenous. I stick out like a sore thumb, not because I'm dark skinned. Black Guatemalans exist but mainly farther north, in Izabal and port regions. I'm fairly light skinned, but I have really curly hair, I'm tall for the region and not to being vain, but I'm really pretty.

Once I hit puberty, I haven't really been allowed to wander around on my own for safety reasons. You see, we live in a region where the organized crime that reigns isn't gangs, it's narcotics trafficking cartels. They usually leave you alone, unless you approach them for whatever reason. Like you want money and are willing to launder for them and things like that.

Narcos have this nasty habit of picking out women they deem attractive and sponsoring them, essentially being their sugar daddies but like Worse. Usually, the sugar baby can get put of the relationship scot-free, but in this case, women are known to be killed.

The fear has always been I catch the eye of one of them, and I have to flee the country for a long while. Or until they relocate. It's a fairly warranted fear, I've been approached by Narcos for dances, drinks, etc. I have been followed even while I've been in a large family group by these men who all clearly have pistols and bodyguards and are driving bulletproof SUVs. I've been saved every time by my family stepping in before I knew something was wrong.

Now that you know all of this info, let's get to the night I nearly got kidnapped! To be extremely clear, I have no idea what their specific intentions were other than that they wanted to take us away from the place we were at.

My mom's Gabapentin prescription had run out during our last trip to Guatemala, so my mom, my aunt, and I decided to head into town from my grandma's village to buy the medicine. My sister and younger cousin begged us to go, but I put my foot down and told them to fuck off because every time they left the house they made us spend more money than planned and the medication was going to be expensive.

Gotta say thank God I was an asshole to them that day.

My mom has some serious brain fog when we got to the 24HR pharmacy, she had tried to hold out and suck up the pain but I backfired on her and she wasn't able to hold out as long as she wanted which meant it was 9pm by the time we had headed into town. So she shoves the money into my hands and tell us to go get it.

We walk up to the pharmacy and wait in line outside. The pharmacy itself had been closed leaving only a tiny window for money and drugs to be exchanged. There's only two people in front of us, and then two men get behind us.

Blue shirt has a pistol on each side and a wicked looking knife on his right. Yellow shirt keeps looking me up and down. He only had one pistol.

It's no biggie. My own mom has a revolver in the car herself. Guns are the norm around here. If you don't have one, you at least have a machete. I hadn't noticed then, but they had purposely placed their truck at an angle, preventing anyone from passing the tiny road.

Then they start talking. Mind you, there are no alarm bells in my mind right now. I'm actually incapable of feeling anxiety while on my medication, not to mention my risk assessment skills are lacking due to the Autism. Yellow shirt does most of the talking, trying to sus out who we are and what we're doing. I don't realize things are wrong until my aunt is shaking with the wallet in her hands when I hand her the money to pay.

To me, the entire conversation was reading unwanted male attention, but still being like the sort of pushy politeness common in Latin cultures. This plus the fact that men especially get whatever they want can make even everyday interactions feel like microaggressions.

They get closer, and I corner myself, hoping that if we look ugly enough, they'll leave us alone. My aunt is panicking and trying to throw them off our scent, and then Yellow locks onto me and says "Your not from around here.". A fact in his eyes. He's wrong, but not entirely, I'm not from town, and I don't live in Guatemala anymore.

I'm just interesting looking to most people.

My aunt interjects, because I'm kinda a bitch to men and at the time I wasn't aware but she was worried I'd get us shot or worse.

This is kinda when I start to realize something is Wrong. My mind starts racing and now I'm fully prepared to piss or shit myself to avoid being raped.

Then my mom comes in and saved the day.

Bless her.

She's this stout pretty looking woman, she's got this habit of being confrontational and kinda a bitch. She managed to save my grandma from getting murdered once, and the woman can take one look at you tell you how much you weigh and give you an estimate of how long it would take her to cut you up butcher style. It's her favorite party trick, and is honestly unnerving. She also has very low self esteem, and when her disabilities flare up even more so. Which makes her swooping in and saving us all the more impressive.

My mom maneuvers the car to get closer and asks us what's taking us so long. Just as it was time for our turn, I go into autopilot and start talking to a pharmacist I can't see. The lucky bastard is hidden behind a bullet proof wall. Just out luck, he has to search for an alternative medication.

Mother is trying to distract them, and figure put what's going to get them to stop bothering us. Blue shirt points out that the car she's driving, a Mercedes-Benz SUV is not a common site. European engines around here are not common, and a car is life and freedom. He starts asking about the car and who my mom is, and who we are. How much she'd sell the car for.

My aunt had purposely been avoiding sharing any identifiers, including my last name. While it does have sway, it's often not enough, and it can backfire since people believe my father's family has lots of money and is a proud bunch.

My mother, on the other hand, introduced herself with her household name. This made Yellow shirt pause, and Blue to stop leering at me. After some needling on both ends of the conversation, it turned out that Yellow shirt and I are distantly related.

This finally allowed me to slip past Blue shirt and into the car.

When we got to my grandma's, started properly freaking out. Turns out my mom was fully ready to give them the car in exchange for our lives.

My aunts husband was fully freaked out because apparently those men are like known criminals. Like deep into being Narcos lakeckeys. They aren't Narcos themselves, but they like orbit the same spaces. According to him.

Also NOTE DO NOT LET THIS DISCOURAGE YOU FROM TRAVELLING IN GAUTEMALA!

I DO NOT GO TO TOURIST ATTRACTIONS OFTEN, I EXIST IN PRIMAILY RURAL RESIDENTIAL AREAS OF A NON TOURIST DEPARTMENT. THE BIGGEST WORRY FOR TOURIST IN TOURIST AREAS ARE PICK POCKETS AND FOOD POSIONING!

BE SAFE!

#the floof speaks #ask and you shall receive

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