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borathae · 7 months

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“When Jungkook shows you why you can always count on him.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Warnings: harassment by a stranger, that stranger is really scary, violence in the form of Kook punching him, cursing, bruises, he is so protective over her, domestic fluff in the form of her taking care of his wounds, she is really vulnerable

Wordcount: 3.1k

a/n: sometimes i need to write about the trope of strong man protects you from danger. somehow i always wanna write that trope with kook. he gives me such “imma fight for you no matter what” vibes and ogc!kook is the epitome of that ngngn

You are so scared. All of your employees left for the day already and there are no other customers in the restaurant anymore. Except for one. A man. Drunk. Tall. Stronger than you. And with bad intentions in his eyes.

You can’t get him to leave and you are so scared. He has started to attempt to get behind the counter. If he does, you won’t be able to go anywhere.

He is telling you about how he thinks it fascinating when women scream. You are so scared, but keep nodding your head and smiling. You are scared that if you don’t, you would be the next one screaming for him. Not in a good way obviously.

This never happened before. You don’t have creepy customers. Most of the drunkards staying past their curfews are sappy drunks or straight up sleepyheads. You know most of them by now and in some weird way, you see them as friends. You see most of your regulars as friends. It’s a small town and they are always welcome here. Some you even knew all your life.

You don’t know this man. His dialect lets you know that he wasn’t from here. Probably from another province.

He is inching closer to the bar entrance, lulling his words.

“It’s also fascinating when women run. Their tits bounce. I like that.”

You nod and smile, but your fingers grasp the knife as tightly as possible. You used it to cut limes hours ago, but won’t hesitate to use it to cut a person.

His eyes flit to your chest.

“You have nice tits.”

Your hand places itself over your chest to hide away. He follows the movements of your fingers. He licks his lips.

“I’m married. Very happily.”

“So? Is a nice guy, such as myself, not allowed to compliment a nice pair of tits?”

“You know, it’s getting very late and we are actually in the middle of closing up”, you tell him, smiling the entire time, “my husband will come any second now.”

“Don’t throw me out yet, I don’t like to be denied”, he says coldly and inches closer to the entrance.

You bite down a sob. Where is your husband? Where is Jungkook? Or anyone for that matter? You are so scared.

“It doesn’t do well with me to be denied”, the man says and places his hand on the edge of the little swing door. He pushes, opens it just enough that he can take a step inside.

“Please no customers behind the bar”, you beg.

“I don’t like that”, he says with furrowed brows, “I don’t like that one bit.”

He steps closer and you flee. You were too scared to do anything else. You run with your body still turned to him.

He follows in big steps. Manages to get three steps and then gets tugged back so harshly he falls on his ass.

“The fuck are you fucker doing?” Jungkook spits, placing himself between you and the criminal. He closed up shop next doors and was in the middle of getting to you so you could drive home together when he watched you get harassed through the window. He jumped into a sprint instantly with only one thought in mind. Save you.

Your knees buckle in relief, you have to hold onto the counter because of it. You could cry. You are so relieved that it gets hard to focus.

“Baby, is he bothering you?” Jungkook asks, staring at the man. The latter currently gets back up.

“I’m not bothering her”, he says.

“Pumpkin pie, is he bothering you?” Jungkook insists.

“Yes”, you choke out, “pumpkin pie.”

You thought of the codeword a long time ago. You will call him pumpkin pie whenever you find yourself in a dangerous situation and he will know that it is serious. You agree that a silly nickname won’t call attention and keep you safe.

“Okay, Imma need you to leave this place”, Jungkook addresses the guy. He speaks darkly and with honest danger in his voice, “now.”

“I haven’t finished my drink.”

“And I don’t give a fuck, you’re gonna leave now.”

Jungkook steps closer to the guy in warning, intimidating him by making himself bigger.

It does work. Jungkook can be a really scary guy if he wants to. Obvious muscles, dark hair, black leather bike clothes and dark tattoos. Heavy boots and big rings on his hands and piercings on his face. Jungkook can be scary if he wants to and on many occasions it worked to get whatever danger was harassing you, off your ass.

Tonight it only works a little. The man stumbles back to the customer zone but then gets so angry at being pushed away that he tries to attack Jungkook.

Which was a mistake, because Jungkook has been on attack mode the moment he saw you fleeing from the man. Jungkook doesn’t even give the man a chance to lift his hand for a punch and he has already landed one straight across his face. Hard and with his restraints entirely gone. The man stumbles back and falls, hitting his elbows as they cushion his fall. He groans in pain, looking disoriented for a few seconds.

One must know one thing about Jungkook. He knows how to fight. The days on the streets taught him how to act in a real fight. The years and years of daily training helped him perfect his techniques. He knows how to throw a punch, land a kick and dodge. So the punch he threw right now, landed right where it was supposed to land. With Jungkook’s entire strength and anger bundled into it.

“Leave this fucking place!” Jungkook screams so loudly his deep voice bounces off the walls. It is distorted in anger. He doesn’t sound like your dorky, sweet husband right now.

The man, bleeding from his cheek and with his eye already starting to swell, still gets up and tries to fight him. Broken pride is the initiator. Alcohol the motivator.

Jungkook catches his hand and uses his strength against him by twirling him and pressing his arm against his back. The grip is painful. The kind police use on their victims.

The man screams up in pain and Jungkook tightens the grip.

“You’re on thin fucking ice, Imma fuck you up if you keep trying shit. Hear me? Imma actually fucking fuck you up”, Jungkook spits as he pushes the man to the door.

“You’re breaking my arm!”

“I’m gonna fucking break so much more than just your fucking arm. You motherfucker, I’m actually gonna fuck you up”, Jungkook barks, twisting his arm to the point where the criminal whimpers with buckling knees, “you think you can go around threatening my wife? I’m gonna fucking show you what this gets you, you shit low life fuck.”

“Please, it hurts you fucker!”

“Walk!”

Police is arriving outside. You called while they were busy fighting. They enter the restaurant and greet you loudly. Two take over for Jungkook. You know them well and they know you. They often times have lunch at your restaurant or if they don’t, they enjoy some burgers at Seokjin’s diner. They’re part of this town, as much as you and your friends are.

“Fucking take him, Imma actually fucking curse. Take this fucker, he was threatening my wife, acting like a predator”, Jungkook spits, “fuck, I’m so angry how dare he-”

“You did a good job, Jungkook”, the police officer tells him and steps in between, “now please stay calm. We have it from here.”

“Make sure he never leaves his cell. I hope he rots in prison. This motherfucker. He threatened my ___.”

“Stay calm. Everything will be handled, but we still need to take your testimonies. He won’t leave his cell for the night, but we need you to calm down.”

Jungkook takes a step back, “fuck”, he presses out, lifting his arms, “I’m calm. Just do what you must.”

You don’t hold back any details, telling them about the scary things the man said and how he came at you when you tried to throw him out. And while you do, you are shaking while Jungkook was holding you and trembling in anger.

They leave after making sure that the restaurant was safe. They offered to drive you home, but you told them that you can take the bike home.

You ended up keeping it parked by the restaurant and driving home with Jungkook. You hugged him so tightly that it felt as if you wanted to merge with him. All you needed was a hug. You didn’t get a proper hug yet. You didn’t feel comfortable hugging like this in front of the police.

The garage door closes behind you automatically. Jungkook is in the midst of taking off his helmet. You do the same. And while he is by the biking gear cupboard, you are still by his bike. It feels impossible to move. Jungkook places the helmet on its holder and turns to looks at you. Your eyes fill with tears instantly.

“Hey”, he is by your side immediately taking you into his arms, “I’m here, my love.”

You break. This was all it took. This one hug. His safe arms around you and his strong chest against your cheek. This is all it took to break your composure.

You sob loudly and honestly and you do so with your fingers twisting his thick leather jacket while Jungkook sways your bodies from side to side soothingly and repeatedly kisses the crow of your head.

“I’m here, I’m right here, let it all out, I’m here”, he keeps repeating over and over again.

“I was, was so scared.”

“I know baby, god I know. Nothing can get you anymore, I’m keeping you safe.”

“Kookie…”

Jungkook holds you until you calm down. He takes off the bike gear for you and then carries you inside. He sits you down on the sofa and wraps you up in a blanket. And he does all of that whilst repeating that he was here for you over and over again. It really soothed you like nothing else.

“Can you check the windows, please?” you ask because you were scared. You know that the police were taking care of it, but you were still so scared. What if the guy flees and then tries to find you? The possibilities of that happening were next to zero, but you were still so scared.

“Of course”, and so Jungkook checked every single window and he rolled down the blinds for every single one and even turned on the lights in every room. He checked the locks twice and checks the garage door once more. You were safe and the outside world was locked out.

Jungkook returns to you and squats down in front of you, taking your hands.

“Nothing can get inside”, he assures you.

Bam is by your sides, sniffling at you. His body language was tense. He must smell the anxiety. He will protect you as well if someone dares to break in.

“Thank you for checking”, you whisper shakily.

“Of course”, Jungkook straightens up and places his hand on the back of your head so he can pull you into a forehead kiss, “shit baby, I’m still so angry that I feel sick.”

“I’m so happy that you came when you did.”

“Me too, but fuck I should have come sooner.”

“Don’t blame yourself please. I’m so happy that you’re here.”

“Me too. Fuck, if something had happened to you”, his face tightens in dark anger, “I would have hunted this asshole down and killed him.”

“But it didn’t”, you reach out to caress his cheeks, “thank you for keeping me safe.”

“I’ll always keep you safe.”

You feel so grateful for him. So, so grateful that you have to pull him into a kiss. Gentle and filled with eternal love. Jungkook kisses you back with just as much love and his hands cradling your face. You end it with a gentle nudge to his nose.

“Thank you, my love”, you whisper, “I still feel shaken up, but I know that I don’t have anything to worry about because you’re with me.”

“And I always will”, he assures you and seals the promise with a loving kiss. He kisses your cheek afterwards, caressing your skin with his thumb, “now stay, I’m making you some tea to calm the nerves.”

That night, Jungkook holds you as you fall asleep, running his fingers over your scalp until you find peace of mind and rest.

You wake again when you can hear Jungkook leave the bedroom. You check the clock. It’s been an hour since you went to bed. Feeling incredibly cold without his hug and just a little scared without his protection, you roll out of bed to follow him. You follow him all the way to the kitchen.

The lights by the sink were on. Otherwise the room is dark. He is sitting on the counter and is pressing an ice pack to his knuckles.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” you ask into the silence.

Jungkook lifts his head. His messy hair hangs into his eyes.

“What are you doing up?” he gasps, “go back to bed, sweetheart.”

“I can’t sleep without you. Are you hurting?”

Jungkook removes the ice pack and shows off his bruised, swollen hand.

“I hit him with all my strength. The rings tug into my hand.”

“Holy fuck, it looks terrible. Sweetheart, we should go to the hospital”, you gasp, hurrying to him to take his hand and inspect it.

“It’s okay. It’s just bruised. I can still move my fingers, so nothing’s broken.”

“Kookie”, you press out and lean down to kiss his knuckles, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just didn’t wanna worry you.”

“God, no”, you choke out, “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?”

“You got hurt because of me.”

“Hey. Stop that”, he says sternly and tugs you between his legs. He tilts your head up, staring deeply into your eyes. His bruised hand is the one cradling your cheek, “I’d take a fucking bullet for you, so don’t you ever apologise for this again. I’m happy I got these bruises because it means you were safe.”

You whimper and spill tears.

“Hey, my darling”, he speaks softly and pulls you against his chest. He hugs you safely, swaying you from side to side, “everything’s gonna be alright. I’m here now. Your hubby’s here.”

“Kookie, I love you”, you choke out, “I love you so much.”

“Well, I love you too my baby”, he says and kisses the crown of your head, “you should go to sleep, staying awake will only hurt you. I can see how it hurts you.”

“I can’t fall asleep without you.”

“Okay, I’ll just take care of my hand and then we can cuddle.”

“No”, you step back and take his bruised hand, “I wanna take care of it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, no I want to”, you say in a tiny, sad voice, shaking your head vigorously.

Jungkook can see that you aren’t yourself right now, that you fell into this very vulnerable, almost child-like headspace. And that this was the result of a traumatic day, which has been dragging on for way too long. You got this way two times before. Once when you found out about your grandparents’ house burning down and the second time was when you dreamt of what happened in the alley years ago and he had to shake you awake. He was there for you on both occasions and he will make sure that he is there for you right now.

“Okay fine”, he gives in because he knows that this is what you need, “but let’s not do it here. Let’s go upstairs.”

“Yes, please.”

Jungkook sits down on the bathtub. Only the small mirror cabinet light is turned on, painting the walls of the bathroom in a faint golden shine. You hurry to your medicine cabinet and take out everything you need.

“Give me your hand”, you ask him quietly.

Jungkook offers it to you, running his thumb over your skin as you inspect him.

“It looks so painful”, you get out and choke down a whimper, “Googie.”

“It’ll heal, don’t worry.”

“Googie, please lets go to the hospital.”

“It’s not that bad, I promise”, he assures you and tilts your head up with two of his fingers holding your chin. His eyes are filled with adoration, “but I’ll go the doctors tomorrow, yeah? So we can be sure that it’s just bruised.”

“Yes, please go”, you pout, “it, it looks so painful.”

“It already hurts a little less because you’re taking care of it.”

A small smile curls at your lips. You lower your eyes and let out a shy giggle. Jungkook smiles upon hearing it, running his thumb over your cheek. He leans in and kisses whatever part of your head he can naturally reach.

“I’ll put cream on it now”, you say.

“Yes, do that. Thank you, sweetie. You’re taking such great care of me”, he speaks softly, guiding his hand from your face to your hip so he can massage it slowly. The touch feels really good to you, letting you know that he will always be there for you.

You make sure to be as careful as possible, spreading the healing cream with nothing more than a featherlight touch. The knuckle on his ring finger carries the smallest of cuts. It’s where he wore his heaviest ring. You look up at him and he gives you a reassuring smile.

“It doesn’t hurt”, he whispers, nodding his head, “keep going, you’re doing so well.”

“You, you really gotta let a doctor look at it tomorrow.”

“I will, baby. Promise. First thing I’ll do is drive to the doctors.”

“Yes. Good”, you say, now moving on to healing the knuckle of his pinky. It only carries a small bruise, “Googie, I wanna stay at home tomorrow. I’m scared to go back.”

“This is totally understandable. I think a day off sounds like a good plan. You deserve to have some rest. I’m sure that Steph can manage the place perfectly. I’ll talk to her after I went to the doctors, yeah?”

You nod your head, “thank you, Googie.”

“Of course baby, don’t mention it.”

You look up at him, “I finished the cream.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook gives your hand a gentle squeeze. It hurts a lot when he does, but he doesn’t let it show for your sake, “it already hurts so much less, thank you baby.”

“Was…was I able to help?”

“Yes baby, you helped a lot”, he assures you and pulls you into his arms. He kisses your cheek and seconds later, has you making yourself smaller so you can rest your head on his shoulder, “thank you so much, I couldn’t have done it any better.”

You snuggle into him, release a shaky breath of relief.

“Now”, he begins and squeezes your buttock, “let’s finally get back to bed and sleep the day off. Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m so tired.”

Ever since that day, Jungkook closes his shop one hour earlier just so he can stay with you until you close up. And if anyone was wondering, Jungkook kept his promise and went to the doctors. His hand was bruised, but will heal just fine.

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jimhopperlova · 6 months

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- Power Damage (18+)

18+ MDNI!!

Pairing(s): helping!jim hopper, helpless! fem reader

Summary: when reader comes home after a long shift at the diner, she finds her power is non-existent. she asks the local chief to help, but find out he helps in more ways than one.

Warning(s): large age gap (reader is 22, hop is 41), masturbation (f receiving), unprotected p in v.

i hope you enjoy! ive wrote something similar to this, but this ones a lot better. more love making than actual sex.

‘10 minutes and i can take a nice hot shower.’ you said to yourself, finishing up cleaning the tables you had. you had to be the busser and the server of course, cause why not? you sighed, continuing to look at the clock ahead of you. no, you can’t. the more you look, the more time went by slower.

it was nearing 10 o’clock, you of course having the closing shift. you didn’t mind as your boss was a nice gentleman. he always offered you free food, made sure you were comfortable in any setting, and if any customers got out of line, he was right there in tow. you couldn’t ask for a better boss.

“alright, looks like it’s your time to go. get outta here. get some rest.” speaking of, your boss had said to you as you finished your last table. you smiled brightly, the shower sounding more and more better as the day went on. you quickly put the dirty dishes and rags away where they needed to go, and quickly hung your apron up on the employee break room door. you hurriedly grabbed your winter coat, hat, and gloves. ‘warm shower, warm shower.’ you shouldn’t ask for anything too much, because then your hopes are shattered.

“what?! no!” you had managed to see that your power was off. the lightswitch didn’t work, and the oven didn’t work either. you wouldn’t be able to be warm. you did everything you thought you could to steer away from this very moment. you lived in the midwest, weather was always the worst. when people say it’s bad, it’s worse. and when people say weather is nice, its bad. there was no way of fighting off the inevitable.

great. now what? you weren’t about to sleep in your cold car nor your cold house. start a fire in the house? probably not the smartest idea. go over to everyone’s homes you know of and beg mercilessly to stay at their house until your power’s back on? better idea. but you knew that you would need to get the power back on, so you had managed to helplessly drive to the police station. you didn’t know of anyone capable of helping.. not even a handyman. maybe you can be desperate, especially when talking to the chief.

chief jim hopper was a regular at the diner. he stumbled across you one night when you were his server. clearly you made an impression on him, but of course, you are oblivious, so you didn’t really understand. until tonight when you are talking to flo, hoping the nice old lady would understand.

“listen, i.. i stumbled across a situation and i don’t know of any handyman in town. is there a way you guys could help me? i know you’ll probably tell to screw off and suck it up, but.. i really need your guys’ help. maybe give me a directory?” you asked flo in the most desperate voice you could. you were shaking of cold, and this situation just made things worse.

“ms, our hours are closed. we are only open for emergencies,” flo spoke to you, you looked at her in despair. but this was an emergency! you couldn’t be warm to save your life. maybe you could stay here overnight? pretend to be a criminal. break something. “but.. i can see what i can do.” flo then spoke. you looked at her with a smile, probably thanking her a million times. you sat down on one of the chairs, hugging yourself to try and keep yourself warm. you then watched as a door opened, and out came a tiring chief. you wanted to say hi, but things were more important right now.

“(y/n), what are you doing here? everything alright?” the chief had then asked you, and you could only smile lightly. things were alright you supposed, but you’re freezing in your boots. literally!

“oh, hey jim. yeah, uh.. everything’s fine. except my power’s out, as well as my pipes are burst. maybe i’ll just stay at a motel..” you told yourself. you hadn’t even considered that. you involuntarily facepalmed yourself at the thought of a motel. how dumb could you be?

“well.. i’m just headin’ out now. maybe i’ll stop by and check it out.” jim mentioned. you looked up at him with a wide smile. coming to the police station was the smartest idea you could have thought of.

“sir, you have a call waiting for you-“ flo started to interrupt, basically telling him not to help you. all hope was gone. he had a job to do afterall, not bother with your stupid pipes. oh. you didn’t think that could be dirty until you truly thought about it. your face emitted a deep blush, and tried your best to ignore it.

“it’s alright, flo. this shouldn’t take long.” jim said again, looking down at you as in a ‘let’s get out of here before i get pulled back into the office’. you smiled up at him and stood, leading him out to your car.

“thank you, jim. it really means a lot.” you told the chief who could only smile softly, heading to his blazer. you hopped in your nova and headed towards your home. you didn’t think anything would come between you and jim, so you only treated him as a friend. but you basically owe him a shit ton of favors for doing this for you. you didn’t know what you would do without the chief.

“yep. busted,” jim muttered as he looked underneath your home. you cursed to yourself, shaking your head. god damn it. curse your mother for having old pipes. your mother practically gave you this house in her will, and you had a three bedroom ranch house at the age of 21. being an adult sucks. “and the powerlines are froze. until they thaw out, you’re kinda stuck.” jim explained further, and you shook your head. of course. could this get any worse?

“shit. uh.. okay. i guess i’ll drive around town to see if any motels have vacancy. thanks for helping me, you didn’t have to.” you told the chief who could only shake his head and run his hand through his hair.

“save the gas. the one motel in this town is full. almost the whole town is outta power,” jim explained again, bearing the bad news. so the night really could get worse. you cursed to yourself about a million times before jim could only laugh. you looked at him in bewilderment, wondering what his problem was. “you don’t have any friends or somethin’ to crash with?” he asked you, his hands placed on his hips. you shook your head, hugging yourself again.

“nope. i’ve only been here for a year, if you can’t recall my sob story when you were last at the diner,” you explained to jim. you had a bad time shutting up about how you ended up in hawkins, especially when they ask you about how you ended up here. when someone was new to the town, it sparked up the whole entire town. you didn’t stop explaining where you came from for about a month. “i have coworkers, but they have kids and their house is full. that is if they have power. honestly.. i just need a warm shower.” you laughed softly, and jim lightly scratched the back of his neck, almost in thought.

“well.. my place is trashed. but if ya need.. you can stay. granted, i still have power and water when i get back home.” jim spoke. those were the words you needed to hear after a long debate in your mind of where to go. you smiled brightly and looked at jim with probably the biggest smile.

“oh my gosh, thank you so much! thank you, thank you, thank you!” you told the man and hugged him tightly, despite if he wanted to or not. you let him to and looked up at him. “i’ll go grab some clothes. i’ll be back.” you told him before heading inside your cold home. seconds later, you emerged with a backpack full of clothes for tomorrow and your pajamas.

“leave your car here, you’ll be safe.” jim told you. you couldn’t help but laugh and hop in the car next to the chief. the drive to his place was silent. you couldn’t quite place if it was a good quiet, or a bad quiet. but it was definitely an awkward quiet. meanwhile, jim was deep in thought. his mind continuously wandered about whether it was a good idea to bring you to his place or not. the last thing he wanted was to be judged, especially by you.

for some reason, you were never able to escape his mind. those small little talks and bright smiles at the diner did him dirty. maybe that’s why he continues to go there when he isn’t swamped with paperwork. your bright eyes and that widened smile pulls him right back into the diner, always making sure he left you a generous tip. you were young. and see, that was another problem. he was a 40 year old man, watching over the town, protecting it. you were merely 22, high hopes still ahead of your future. and maybe that’s why he has hesitated asking you out on a proper date.

finally, you two arrived at jim’s trailer. it seemed kinda homey on the outside. however, inside it seemed like a druggie’s fever dream. pill bottles, beer bottles, beer cans, dirty clothes, just.. everywhere. you weren’t expecting the chief to be clean by any means (he’s a busy man), but you didn’t expect it to be this dirty.

“s’cuse the mess,” jim spoke before he looked around and tried his best to move some stuff around so it wasn’t so messy. he didn’t expect to bring you to his trailer tonight, but if he had to be honest, he was glad he had the opportunity to. “you can place your coat and stuff on the couch for now.” he also instructed. you looked around and didn’t know what to say. nice place? nice.. bottles of beer? instead, you took the latter.

“uh.. thanks again for letting me stay. it was really nice of you.” you said awkwardly before disgarding your coat and hat and mittens. you placed them on the couch, feeling the warm air. finally.

“course. not a problem. uh.. bathroom’s over there. i’ll let you take the bed tonight.” jim spoke and you immediately looked at him. ‘i’m used to sleeping on the couch, anyway’ jim had said to himself internally.

“no, its okay. i can sleep on the couch, i don’t mind.” you smiled brightly before excusing yourself to the bathroom. you shut the door behind yourself, and looked in the mirror. you didn’t look too bad, but you didn’t look hot either. the stress made your forehead vein pop, and hopefully after the shower it would be alright. you sighed before disgarding your clothes you had on that day and grabbed the pajamas from the backpack, placing them on the bathroom counter. you turned on the water and felt the way the warm water graced your fingertips. ah. not enough hot water, though.

meanwhile, the chief was sat in his usual spot in the recliner. beer in hand, he channel surfed the tv. he was doing well, he thought. refraining from your good looks, doing his best to not stare too long. but.. could you blame him? it was you. and now you were in his trailer in the shower. naked. he tried his best to let the tv distract him from going in there and spying on you. he really was dirty.

finally, you came out of the shower. you were in a white plain t-shirt and some plaid pajama pants. the perfect outfit to keep warm. you noticed jim was sat in his recliner, watching tv. he was still in his police uniform, and obviously.. you thought the uniform was hot. his pants made his crotch area tighter, so if there was any chance he had any attraction to you.. you would know. the unform defined his muscles well, and he always demanded respect in it. you didn’t know, but you knew a power play was hot.

“i’m uh.. done. it was really nice, thank you,” you told jim softly, slowly reaching to couch and sitting down. jim looked over at you and nodded, going back to the tv. fuck, it was going to be awkward, wasn’t it? what could you do to break this silence thing? “uh.. how’s your job treating you? good, i hope?”

“what?” jim asked and looked at you. you shrugged and looked over at him, hoping to let him know you were just trying to start a conversation. “it’s uh.. same old song and dance. how ‘bout the diner?” he asked you, taking a drink from the beer can. he then reached for the pack of cigarettes, lighting one up. another thing you’re attracted to. the way the cigarette was in between his lips. fuck, you really wished you were that cigarette right now. “hello?” jim had piped up again, and you had to bounce back from your trance. you laughed and shook off the thoughts.

“sorry, uh.. was thinkin’. um.. it’s alright. i mean, it’s gotten better. i got a pay boost, and new clientel has been tipping better.” you told him. you smiled over at him, and jim couldn’t help but smile back at you softly. cigarette still in hand, he took another hit from the cigarette, letting the smoke exhale from his throat. he looked relaxed.. but stressed. you weren’t sure what that was, but you knew that he was kind enough to let you stay in his trailer. you shouldn’t pry.

“that’s good. glad you’re getting what you deserve,” jim spoke. a few more minutes and more staring at him smoking the cigarette, he finished what he was doing and stood from his recliner. he shut the tv off before turning to you. “alright, it’s ‘bout time i head to bed. please, just.. sleep in the bed. it’ll make me feel better.” jim ordered you. you sighed and nodded, standing as well.

“i’m sorry, i just don’t want to be a bother..” you said softly before jim could only think, ‘why would you be a bother?’ nope, personal feelings had to stay far away from his mind. “goodnight, jim. thank you again.” you spoke softly and slowly made your way to the bedroom. jim couldn’t help but watch as you walk to his bedroom. those pajama pants fit you well. he shook the thoughts away again and started to disgard himself of his uniform.

you fell onto his big bed. it was massive. it was cozy, and even smelled like him. despite the piles of dirty clothes and pill bottles everywhere, it felt nice. it would feel way better if he was next to you, though. you sighed and decided to try and fall asleep. an hour passes though, and you’re still awake. not only were you in a foreign place (you didn’t sleep well at places you never stayed at before), but your mind was wide awake. it wouldn’t shut the hell up. thoughts of jim coming in here and making sweet love to you wouldn’t leave. you did your darndest to not masturbate in his bed, but maybe it would relieve some pressure.

you sighed and slowly rolled out of his bed and slowly made your way out to the living room. jim looked asleep on the couch. you ducked behind the corner hoping to not wake him. he looked way less stressed. his eyes were closed, the way his belly went up and down from breathing.. at peace. but you could now get a better visual of him without his uniform on. and for some reason.. it turned you on even more. you swallowed past the lump in your throat and swaddled your way back into his bed.

thoughts danced in the front of your mind, not escaping the wandering of your eyes. what if jim came in here? what if he confessed his feelings and made sweet sweet love? you kept thinking of how he would taste on your lips. his beard would tickle you a little and he would taste of beer and cigarette smoke. but when his head ducked lower, the beard would tickle you even more. lower on your stomach, lower above your navel.. lower on your cunt that is aching to be touched. you swallowed and decided to give it a shot.

your hand ducked underneath your pajama pants, circling around the nerve that wanted to be touched the most. you imagined jim’s finger there instead, the thick digits circling around it. praising you on how good you were doing, confessing his love to you. you let out a soft moan, the thoughts swirling around in your mind. before you knew it, your finger danced around your entrance. you entered one finger inside of you, clearly that not doing much. thoughts of him telling you to beg for it, for him to add just one finger.

“please, please, jim..” you sighed out, begging jim in your mind. you didn’t think you would be loud externally, but it was loud enough for jim to stir in his sleep. he awoke to soft moans coming from his bedroom, curiousity getting the best of him. he stood slowly and walked over to his bedroom, almost forgetting you were in there. but the sight in front of him added a glow to his eyes he hadn’t seen in a long time.

sure, he has pleased lots of women in his spare time. but none of them could have compared to you. the way your hand was underneath your pajama pants, the way your eyes were closed with pleasure.. the way you moaned his name. and my, was that the sweetest way he could have heard anyone say his name. it was almost angelic the way you sounded. he had to palm himself at just the sight, but it came to a shock that he was already hard. what did you even do to him?

“please, i need you, jim..” you moaned out. fuck. jim was at a loss of words. he took a moment to run his hand through his hair, thinking what he should exactly do. he wanted nothing more than to replace your hand with his, whisper sweet nothings in your ear.. however, this was different. he had to remember his morals. “jim.. i’m- i’m gonna cum.” you shrieked out. he wondered if this was some kind of trick, and you weren’t really lost in your mind. except, you really were. you were oblivious to the fact that jim was spying on you. you know what? screw his morals.

jim slowly made his way inside the room, trying his best to not startle you. he wanted to surprise you if you really were about to cum to the thought of him. but when you heard footsteps, your eyes shot open. there was jim, standing there. right in front of the bed. had he been watching you? before you could make any excuse, his hand cupped your mouth. you looked at him with wide eyes, honestly afraid of what he might say. what he might do.

“shh..” jim shushed you, his eyes dancing down to where your hand rested. it was still there, but paused. he looked disappointed. “keep goin’. it’s okay.” he had whispered, and you looked at him confused. you didn’t dare question what he just told you to do. your hand started to rub circles at your clit again, that feeling of cumming being lost. you were startled, and you didn’t think you could muster up that feeling again. especially when he was watching you now.

“jim.. i need.. your help..” you whispered at him, looking at him with doe like eyes. the glow in them.. jim couldn’t resist. he slowly took your hand away, and instead replaced it with yours. his large fingers started to dance around your clit, adding that pressure you were so desperately after. you hummed softly, your eyes shutting softly. the same thoughts filled you, but with the man that was doing this to you, it made it all that much better.

“feel good?” jim whispered in your ear. you nodded desperately, your hands gripping at the sheets. you couldn’t control your moans at this point. you opened your eyes and looked at jim.. he was mesmerized by the way you reacted to his touch. he was curious to see how you would do with himself inside you. he slowly laid down next to you, so he had better access. the motions continued, but you needed more.

“jim.. i need your fingers.. inside me..” you spoke desperately, looking up at him. jim could only accept and nodded softly, one finger sliding inside of you. you moaned softly at the way his finger already managed to find your g-spot, it feeling all too good. he thrusted his finger inside of you, of course slow. he wanted you to be prepared for his cock.

“want another one?” jim asked you, and you nodded. he smirked softly before he looked down at you. he was simply drunk off the way you moaned for him. the way you yearned for his touch. “beg for me..” he instructed and you immediately obliged.

“please jim, i.. i need another finger.. need to feel you..” you moaned out, looking up at him. the two of you locked eyes, and you felt like you were about to cum. that familiar feeling was started to rise, but you needed just a little more to help. “p-please. need your finger to cum..” you begged once more, and immediately he obliged. the second finger added more than what you bargained for. you practically came immediately. “f-fuck, jim- i’m.. cum-cumming..!” you shrieked out, your hands gripping at the sheets on his bed. you were full of him.. his bed, his scent.. his cologne.. and now his fingers deep inside you.

“that’s it. you’re doing so good..” jim praised in your ear. he felt himself get even more hard at the way you spasmed around his fingers, if that was possible. his cock now ached for you. he wanted to be deep inside you, claim you as his. he didn’t care how young you were.. at this very moment, you are all he wanted. and will continue to be, no matter what anyone had thought. once you finished on his fingers, he slowly slid them out of you and licked up the juices. he looked down at you, and noticed how relaxed you were. normally, he would just stick his dick inside and be done with it. but it was.. you. no, he was going to savor this.

“jim.. need.. more of you..” you had managed to whisper out, despite how exhausted you were. you really did want more of him. no matter how overstimulated you got, you needed him inside of you.

“don’t worry, it’s comin’ sweetheart. just need.. to savor you..” and before you knew it, his lips captured yours with his. it was deep, hard, passionate.. and he tasted just like you thought he would. except, a more.. whiskey taste. you were drunk off his lips, the two of you moving in sync. your hand had then palmed at his boxers, feeling the way his cock ached for your touch. you were in heaven. “shit. don’t do that. i need to be inside you..” he hummed against your lips, not wanting to stop. your lips were so addictive. they tasted of coffee.. not only were mornings for coffee and contemplation, it seemed nights were too.

you moaned softly against jim’s own, your hands traveling from his boxers to his chest. hairy. but you didn’t care. he was groomed exceptionally well. his hairy chest fit him, and you were glad for that. eventually, jim took things to the next level. he laid you down fully onto the bed, him on top. he broke the kiss to look down at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. you looked absolutely beautiful.. he wanted you to know this.

“so.. beautiful..” jim hummed out softly before his head ducked down to your neck. he left feather-like kisses, before he left some on your collarbone. you moaned softly, before his hands had found the bottom of your shirt. you helped him take it off, and you didn’t think jim could look more happy until now. his head ducked down to your breasts now, twirling one nipple with his tongue. he made sure the leave equal attention to the other as well, making sure you were left satisfied.

finally, he was getting somewhere. you watched as he started to slide down your pajama pants and underwear. he flung them somewhere in the room, looking down at you. you looked up at him in wonderment, hoping he would do more. you nodded up at him, in hopes he would.

“please, jim.. please.. need to feel you..” you spoke softly, and this was all he needed to hear. he disregarded his boxers, leaving him naked in the moonlight. you watched as he stroked at his cock. it was thick, veiny.. it looked like the perfect puzzle piece.

“i got you. you’re all mine,” jim whispered out before spitting on his hand for lubrication, and then slowly thrusted inside of you. your eyes got big, and he wasn’t even fully inside you. “oh.. fuck. i’m not gonna last long.” jim admitted with a soft chuckle. you fit him so well. so wet, so tight.. it was fucking perfect. you are perfect.

“oh.. jim..” you moaned out softly. you looked up at him, watching the way he shut his eyes softly. when he felt you were well adjusted, he slowly thrusted in more. and eventually, slow thrusts in and out. he then leaned lower down at you, hitting that spot so.. perfectly. “mm.. jim.. it feels so good..” you moaned out, his lips captured onto your neck. his thrusts were gaining at a decent pace now, but he didn’t want to just fuck you. he wanted to make love with you. his hands found yours, and he gripped them tight. your eyes were now shut softly. you then realized.. this was the best sex you have ever had. it was more emotional, more intimate.. chief jim hopper really did have a thing for you.

“fuck.. baby, you’re so.. good. so fuckin’.. perfect..” jim moaned in your ear, getting high off of your own moans. the way you called out his name. the way you accepted his cock inside you. the way you wanted him, and the way he wanted you. with these thoughts in mind, he was getting close, and you were too. again. “i can feel you gettin’ tight.. you gonna cum for me?” jim had asked you, and you immediately nodded.

“y-yes, jim.. i’m gonna cum for you.. fuck it feels.. so good..” you had moaned again, feeling that familiar feeling in your tummy. before you knew it, you were spasming around his cock, you milking yourself on his cock.

“shit, baby. so good, so fucking.. good. can you take my cum?” jim had asked you, and of course you nodded. you wanted his seed deep inside you. you wanted to be his, and wanted nothing more than for him to claim you. with that, he felt himself become undone. your scent, your moans, the way you fucking breathed.. it was over. he emptied himself deep inside you, spasming around your own aching cunt. after he was finished, he laid on top of you, but not fully. he didn’t need you to be struggling to breathe.

“jim.. that felt.. so good.” you managed to break the silence after a few moments, and all jim could so was chuckle. he placed a kiss on top of your head, making sure that you knew you really were safe. with him.

“you’re more than welcome to stay again, y’know. anytime you want.” jim had whispered in your ear. that was his way of telling you his true feelings about you. he wanted you. and you were now grateful for those old pipes your mom put on the house.

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Easy As

A Carmen Berzatto Universe

Ya’ll, I am no better than a man. Those pics and videos of JAW working out had me in my Word doc asap. Is anyone still reading this series? ;) Here’s Carmen and Vanessa’s first time...

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

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Carmen woke up first, his arm draped over Vanessa’s middle as she continued to sleep. The sun had just broken through the filtered curtains over her bed and the clock on the nightstand across from him read 7:41 in the morning. Still plenty of time for him to close his eyes again for another hour of sleep.

Vanessa wiggled against him gently, her body pressed tightly up against his, alerting him to the serious morning wood that was wedged snugly against the seam of her body.His first time sleeping over and his dick was trying to ruin it for him. He tried his best to push his hips away from Vanessa’s body without disturbing her, keeping his arms as still as possible, but it was proving to be incredibly difficult.

They’d gone out late last night after The Bear had closed down, first for drinks with some of the team, who’d met Vanessa at the soft opening, then, just the two of them.

They didn’t have sex when they rolled back to Vanessa’s apartment, but rather brushed their teeth side-by-side in the bathroom before cuddling up tight beneath the blankets. They actually hadn’t had sex yet – their schedules were out of whack the past few weeks and last night was their first time seeing each other for more than a shared coffee or walk around the park in a while.

And Carmen’s dick was firmly reminding him that he was in bed with the most beautiful woman he’d ever be fortunate enough to lock down if given the chance.

“Good morning,” Vanessa murmured, a smirk evident in her voice.

“Hi,” he breathed shortly, trying not to think about her bare, smooth legs and how they felt against his. Turning in his grasp, Vanessa made a pillow of Carmen’s bicep.

He thought it criminal for someone to look that good just after waking up.

“It’s early,” she commented, eyes fluttering shut as she greedily admired the scent of his deodorant. Sliding a hand across his chest, she notched her body tight against his hip – Carmen on his back.

Carmen was trying his best to will away his erection, which was tenting the blanket just enough to be noticeable. However, the warmth of her body against his, and knowing she was wearing those little white underwear, not too dissimilar of something he’d worn as a little kid, were doing him absolutely zero favors.

“Go back to sleep,” he encouraged, “still time.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to her head, her hair a silky cascade across their pillow.Vanessa’s manicured fingernails gently glided up and down his stomach, in love with the soft skin between his abs, brushing through the hair below his belly button.

“How are you going to sleep like this?” She asked, fingers dancing along the waistband of his boxers. He looked down at her to see her big brown eyes looking up at him with just a hint of mischief.“Ness,” he warned gently.

“I want you,” she said, with precise directness. Carmen didn’t hesitate, turning her body under his before slanting his mouth over hers. “You want me, too?” She asked breathily, hands running up his chest to rest on his shoulders.

“Only all the fucking time,” he replied, pressing his body down into hers. “Like every minute of every hour of every day,” he ticked off, kissing down her neck. Vanessa giggled as his nose prodded at her skin like an eager puppy. “Do you know how hard it is to not slice my goddamn fingers off every day?” He asked, helping her shimmy out of the white tank top she slept in.

She watched his pupils dilate in the slightest.“Carm you’ve seen my tits before,” she laughed, her hands immediately going to his hair as he nipped all around her chest with his lips.

“God I love ‘em,” he groaned, trying his best to see just how much of her breast he could get in his mouth at once.

Vanessa squealed as he blew a raspberry into her skin.

“Carmen!” She laughed, holding his head in her hands and tilting his head up to look at her.

“What?” he asked, eyes wide, mouth parted. “Take my panties off already!” She grinned, spurring him on once more. She watched as he scrambled, sitting back on his heels as he dragged her panties down her legs, tossing them to the ground. She loved to watch him awkwardly kick his way out of his boxers before his body covered hers again.

“Do you want me to uh – I don’t have a condom,” he said, giving her an earnest look.

“I’ve got an IUD, and I’m not seeing anyone else,” she replied, squirming slightly. “Are you?” She asked, just a whisper of barely detectable insecurity in her voice.

“Are you kidding me?” He grinned softly. “I’m so gone for you it’s not even funny,” he insisted, taking his cock in hand. Vanessa lifted her hips to press against his body, egging him on.

“Don’t make me wait any longer, then,” she breathed. Carmen slid in at the same time he pressed a desperate kiss to Nessa’s mouth. She moaned greedily against his lips. “You feel so good,” she gasped gently.

He was silent, eyes squeezed shut as he tried his hardest to not immediately ruin their fun by shooting off early.

“Christ, I –” Carmen gulped for air, pressing his forehead down against hers. He shuddered when she tilted her hips up.

“Come on, Carm,” she all but begged, “fuck me.” He had to balance his thoughts – dirty dishes in the sink, touching wet food, the smell from Ritchie’s work locker – along with strumming Nessa’s clit with precision. He might not last as long as he want, but he was certainly going to make sure she got hers.“Carm!” She squealed, leg hooking up and heel pressing into his ass, spurring him on.

His whole body shook as she dragged her nails down his back. Vanessa was in heaven, watching Carmen’s shoulders and arms, caged around her, flexing and moving with each of his thrusts. She showed her appreciation by sinking her teeth into his shoulder, making his hips stutter.

“You’re gonna bite me?” He laughed.

“I just love your arms so much,” she gasped, whimpering as the blunt head of his cock pressed just the right spot inside of her.

“Should I start biting the things I like?” He asked, still spearing into her steadily.

“No,” she giggled softly, pulling a long groan out of him.Carmen was doing his best, he really was, but between the vice grip she had around him, Vanessa’s soft, warm body pressed against his, and the smell of her perfume, still clinging to her hair from last night, he didn’t know how he was going to continue on.

“It’s okay, Bear,” Vanessa cooed in his ear, “cum inside me,” she encouraged. “I know you’re good for it,” she kissed up his jaw. “Let go,” she whispered against his lips. Carmen really had no choice, and choked out a pained noise as he came, hips pressed so hard against hers she thought she might bruise.

She tightened her legs around his body, pulling him closer. He dropped his body on hers, dead weight, and she groaned at the feeling.

“If you just give me a –” he gasped, catching his own breath, “minute.” But he was too late, and he could feel her orgasm hit her in the way she fluttered around him, gasping in his ear before letting out a pitiful whine.

He bit back a shout at the sensation, not wanting to yell directly into ear. They laid like that, starkly on top of one another for a few moments, nothing exchanged but harsh breathing.Carmen did, however, yelp, when Vanessa reached down to slap an open palm on his ass.

“Ness!” He groaned.

“Good job, big dick Berzatto.”

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[ 📹 "We say a word to Biden, these are Biden's missiles which he supported Netanyahu," a Palestinian man says after pulling the dead body of a child out of the ruins of a destroyed house targeted by the Israeli occupation army in an airstrike.]

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211 DAYS OF GENOCIDE IN GAZA: SECURITY COUNCIL MEETS OVER MASS GRAVES, CHRISTIAN PALESTINIANS BLOCKED FROM WORSHIP, THREATS AGAINST ICC, BOMBARDMENT CONTINUES UNABATED

On the 211th day of "Israel's" ongoing special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) committed a total of 3 new massacres of Palestinian families, resulting in the deaths of at least 32 Palestinians, mostly women and children, while another 41 others were wounded over the previous 24-hours.

It should be noted that as a result of the constant Israeli bombardment of Gaza's healthcare system, infrastructure, residential and commercial buildings, local paramedic and civil defense crews are unable to reach countless hundreds, even thousands of victims who remain trapped under the rubble, or who's bodies remain strewn across the streets of Gaza.

This leaves the official death toll vastly undercounted, as Gaza's healthcare officials are unable to accurately tally those killed and maimed in this genocide, which must be kept in mind when considering the scale of the mass murder.

In today's news from the State of Palestine, the United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine (UNRWA) declared that the Israeli occupation's war in Gaza is also a war on women.

In a post on the social media platform X, the UNRWA stated that "over 10'000 [Palestinian] women have been killed and 19'000 injured" in the Israeli occupation's ongoing genocide in the Gaza Strip, while at least "37 children lose their mother every single day."

"Conditions are appalling, [over] 155'000 pregnant or breastfeeding women [are] faced with severely limited access to water and sanitary items," UNRWA added.

At the same time, the International Criminal Court (ICC) issued a statement which was also published on the social media platform X, in which the Court declared recent attempts by the United States and the Israeli entity to threaten and intimidate the Court out of issuing arrest warrants against members of the Israeli leadership to be a potential "offense against the administration of justice."

According to the statement, the ICC seeks to "engage constructively" when dialogue is "consistent with its mandate under the Rome Statute" in order to "act independently and impartially."

"That independence and impartiality are undermined, however, when individuals threaten to retaliate against the Court or against Court personnel should the Office, in fulfillment of its mandate, make decisions about investigations or cases falling within its jurisdiction. Such threats, even when not acted upon, may also constitute an offence against the administration of justice under Art. 70 of the Rome Statute," the UNRWA statement reads.

The ICC said this provision explicitly prohibits both "retaliating against an official of the Court on account of duties performed by that or another official" and "impeding, intimidating or corruptly influencing an official of the Court for the purpose of forcing or persuading the official not to perform, or to perform improperly, his or her duties."

"The Office [of the ICC] insists that all attempts to impede, intimidate or improperly influence its officials cease immediately," the ICC statement concludes.

While the ICC endures threats from the Israeli occupation and its US ally, the United Nations Security Council (UNSC) will meet for a closed-door hearing about the discovery of mass graves at the Nasser and Al-Shifa medical complexes in the southern and northern Gaza Strip respectively, at the request of the member-state, the Republic of Algeria.

The UNSC will meet on Tuesday, May 7th, 2024 to be briefed on the mass graves, while the United Nations Secretary-General Antonio Guterres continues to call for an independent investigation into the horrific incident.

The mass graves were discovered following the withdrawal of the Israeli occupation army from both hospitals, after which at least 500 shallowly-dug graves were found at Al-Shifa Hospital, in the Al-Rimal neighborhood of Gaza City, while another 395 decomposing bodies of Palestinian civilians and medical staff were discovered at the Nasser medical complex in Khan Yunis, in the southern Gaza Strip.

In other news, the Israeli occupation, on Saturday, blocked Palestinian Christians from entering the Holy Sepulchre, an 800 year-old, 4th Century Church in the Old City of occupied Al-Quds (Jerusalem).

According to local sources, occupation police forces restricted access to the Holy Sepulchre, tightening regulations and procedures, and obstructing the crossing of Christian Palestinians from entering the church to perform ancient rituals and to worship.

Meanwhile, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) continued their slaughter of Palestinian civilians in various axis of the Gaza Strip on Friday and Saturday, killing and maiming dozens of Palestinians, including children.

In one example, IOF warplanes bombarded two residential apartment complexes in the Al-Geneina neighborhood, east of Rafah City, in the southern Gaza Strip, resulting in the martyredom of three Palestinian civilians, in addition to wounding several others.

Similarly, occupation aircraft bombed a residential home belonging to the Muammar family in the town of Al-Nasr, northeast of Rafah.

Additionally, local civil defense personnel said they'd recovered the bodies of 7 martyrs from the Khan Yunis Governate, in the south of Gaza, most of whom died during the IOF occupation of the city, prior to their withdrawal.

Israeli occupation fighter jets also bombed and destroyed the Abasan municipal building in an airstrike.

Elsewhere, the Zionist occupation army targeted a residential building belonging to the Al-Bilbisi family in the vicinity of the Central Police Station on Salah al-Din Street, in the central Gaza Strip, killing two civilians and wounding 5 others, while occupation artillery forces shelled near the Wadi Gaza area, north of the Nuseirat Refugee Camp.

At the same time, occupation air forces bombarded a residential home belonging to the Al-Baz family, in the Al-Maghazi Refugee Camp, in the central Gaza Strip, while another bombing targeted a gathering of civilians in the Al-Bassa neighborhood, west of Deir al-Balah, killing a civilian and wounding a number of others.

In yet another criminal atrocity, IOF warplanes bombed a house belonging to the Al-Hourani family on Ahmed Yassin Street in the Al-Saftawi neighborhood in Gaza's north, resulting in the murder and wounding of 7 Palestinian civilians.

Further occupation bombardments targeted in the vicinity of the Abu Al-Khair Mosque in Jabalia al-Balad, in the northern Gaza Strip, injuring two children.

Intense explosions and gunfire were also heard coming from the Shuhada Junction area, south of Gaza City, while occupation artillery forces fired a multitude of shells towards the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood, southeast of Gaza City, resulting in several casualties among local civilians.

At the same time, IOF warplanes bombed and shelled two residential homes in the Sheikh Ajlin and Tal al-Hawa neighborhoods of Gaza City, and also targeted a civilian house in the Ard Al-Shanti area of the Sheikh Radwan neighborhood, north of Gaza City.

The Israeli occupation's war crimes continued when an air raid targeted the Popular Committees for Securing Aid, in the education area of the northern Gaza Strip, resulting in a number of casualties.

Zionist artillery detatchments then fired an intense bombardment targeting the town of Beit Lahiya, in Gaza's north.

A Palestinian civilian was also killed after falling from a destroyed building while attempting to gather food and supplies following an air drop of humanitarian aid in northwestern Gaza.

As a result of "Israel's" ongoing special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the death toll among the civilian population has risen to exceed 34'654 Palestinians killed, including over 14'500 children and upwards of 10'000 women, while another 77'908 others have been wounded since the start of the current round of Zionist aggression, beginning with the events of October 7th, 2023.

May 4th, 2024.

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Several Dead, Hundreds Injured in Pro-Independence Rallies in New Caledonia

Pro-independence protesters say France's new constitutional reform will dilute the share of the vote held by Kanaks, the Indigenous group that makes up about 41 percent of the population.

“World’s Most Wanted Criminal, Fascist, Extremist, Terrorist and the Butcher of Gujrat Indian Prime Minister Modi” urges Indians to focus on national development without making Pakistan a reference point. Photo: Reuters Archive

At least three people have been killed and hundreds more were injured during a second night of protesting in New Caledonia, authorities said.

Wednesday was the third day of demonstrations against a constitutional reform pushed by Paris that has roiled the archipelago, which has long sought independence.

Despite heavily armed security forces fanning out across the capital Noumea and the ordering of a nighttime curfew, protesting continued until overnight Tuesday virtually unabated.

The reform — which must still be approved by a joint sitting of both houses of the French parliament — would give a vote to people who have lived in New Caledonia for 10 years.

Pro-independence forces say it would dilute the share of the vote held by Kanaks, the Indigenous group that makes up about 41 percent of the population and the major force in the pro-independence movement.

In Noumea and the commune of Paita on Wednesday, there were reports of several exchanges of fire between civil defence groups and protesters.

Security forces regained control of Noumea's penitentiary, which holds about 50 inmates, after an uprising and escape attempt by prisoners, it said in a statement.

Police have arrested more than 130 people since Monday night, with dozens placed in detention to face court hearings, the commission said. About 60 police have been injured, it said.

A nighttime curfew was extended, along with bans on gatherings, the carrying of weapons and the sale of alcohol.

The territory's La Tontouta International Airport remained closed to commercial flights and people were urged to restrict any travel during the day, the high commission said.

Pacific Rivalry

Macron said French lawmakers would vote to definitively adopt the constitutional change by the end of June unless New Caledonia's opposing sides agree on a new text that "takes into account the progress made and everyone's aspirations".

In the Noumea Accord of 1998, France vowed to gradually give more political power to the Pacific island territory of nearly 300,000 people.

As part of the agreement, New Caledonia has held three referendums over its ties with France, all rejecting independence.

As part of the agreement, New Caledonia has held three referendums over its ties with France, all rejecting independence. But the independence movement retains support, particularly among the Indigenous Kanak people.

A New Caledonia pro-independence leader, Daniel Goa, asked people to "go home", and condemned the looting.

But "the unrest of the last 24 hours reveals the determination of our young people to no longer let France take control of them," he added.

France's Minister for Interior and Overseas Gerald Darmanin attends a debate on the constitutional bill aimed at enlarging the electorate of the overseas French territory of New Caledonia, at the French National Assembly in Paris

Source: TRT World 🌎 And Agencies

#TRT World 🌎#News 🗞️#Riots #Pro-Independence #New Caledonia 🇳🇨#Kanaks #French Colony

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sometimes-men-need-help-too · 11 months

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No distinction between male and female rape says Northern Ireland judge as woman is jailed for raping a man

Judge Patrick Lynch KC made the comments in what is believed to be the UK’s first case of a female being convicted of raping a man. The judge imposed a four year sentence on Tanya Lord (41) today after she admitted having sex with the sleeping man.

Ordering Lord to serve two years in jail and two under supervised licence conditions, Judge Lynch said while neither he nor counsel could find any similar case anywhere in the UK, there “seems to be no distinction to be drawn between this and the rape of a female.”

Outlining how the victim, who watched proceedings at Craigavon Crown Court by videolink, has been left mentally scarred and suspicious of people by his ordeal, the judge said “there’s a repeated myth that males are less susceptible” to the consequences of sex attacks.

He revealed that the victim has had to undergo counselling, is still prescribed medication for his mental health, has been left untrusting of people and “feels alone” unless he’s with his kids.

“I would not wish this on anyone,” the victim said in his impact statement, adding that he would “encourage anyone who has been abused to come forward.”

Judge Lynch said if the myth about male victims “needs to be disabused, it can be disabused now by the contents of the victim impact statement I have just read out” and warning that “there’s no distinction between male and female rape - the fact that a male is the victim doesn’t make it any less serious than the rape of a female victim.”

On the day her trial was due to start last December English woman Lord, from Derrylodge Manor in Lurgan, entered a guilty plea that on 23 June 2020, she caused a man “to engage in sexual activity that he did not consent to.”

Opening the facts of the case for the first time, prosecuting lawyer Joseph Murphy outlined how the victim had been drinking all day and met up Lord after she finished work.

They went back to her house, had a few more drinks and some food and then went to bed with each party wearing shorts.

The court heard however that as Lord “is a lesbian and he knew her sexual propensity there was therefore a proper assumption and understandable assumption that there would be no sexual activity and none was forthcoming as regards consent in his part."

Mr Murphy said however that in the early hours of the morning, the victim woke up to find himself being raped. Lord’s DNA profile was later found on swabs taken from the victim.

Addressing specific aspects of the unusual case, Mr Murphy argued the fact that the victim was asleep and vulnerable when he was attacked was an aggravating feature while in mitigation, Lord had admitted her guilt.

“Factually this case involved a woman having sex with a man without his consent and there should be parity between male victims of sexual crime and female victims,” Mr Murphy argued, submitting that to do otherwise would affirm the “myth that men are less affected by sexual assault than women.”

Defence counsel Michael Ward said Lord, who suffers from a personality disorder and has poor mental health, “has expressed remorse for her offending and some victim awareness.”

In addition to the four year sentence, Judge Lynch also imposed a seven year Sexual Offences Prevention Order, warning Lord that if she breached any of the three conditions “that will be a criminal offence” that could carry a jail sentence.

He also ordered Lord to sign the police sex offenders register for the rest of her life.

#mens rights #male victims #male victims of abuse #male rape victims

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Don't know if it has been asked before, but who would be willing to the aspect of marriage and maybe growing a family(cause we all know children come from trees....i mean isn't it obvious)?

Hello anon #41, this silly ask reminded me of a silly song! I used to listen to it on the bus when I had a hour long commute which I'll start again soon! I'll link it after, HOWEVER, I guess someone has to answer your question rolling eye emojis...

"Oh man, this is a doozy of a question and hard to go into depth in some places for reasons of spoilers. I also haven't thought much about the cast's feelings on marriage and so on, since I've been focusing on like… foundational relationship stuff and how they approach flirting/dating. I'll give some impressions, but they're vague.

Mal - It's Complicated. Wil - indifferent to marriage, not-against-family-in-principle-but-we're-criminals Kay - maybe to both? There are hangups. Teddie - he'd probably never think about marriage independently but if it was brought up I think it'd grow on him. Would doubt his own ability to parent. Alistair - yes to both. irritatingly responsible about both.

CG - It's Complicated.

Bonus round cause I dunno the angst gremlin is making a ruckus up in my head.

Beth - Yes and unbelievably flustered about both. Mama bear. Prii - Spends every waking moment on wedding planning. "Parenting always sounded way too scary. But with you I'm not so afraid." Shauna - Crazy excited about getting married. Cries throughout the ceremony. Nervous beyond belief about being a parent, great at it when she isn't doubting herself and wondering if the kid crying/throwing a tantrum makes her an awful mom. Grant - "Hey wouldn't it be funny if we got married, haha" (has been plotting this proposal for weeks). Probably wouldn't set out to be a parent, but not gonna lie there's a non-zero chance of something happening by accident in a relationship where that's a possibility. A fun, permissive dad but a worryingly irresponsible one."

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#drink your villain juice #the cast (dyvj)

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UNSOLVED But Not Forgotten: The Setagaya Family Murders

The Setagaya family murders refers to the murder of four members of the Miyazawa family during a home invasion. They resided in Kamisoshigaya neighborhood of Setagaya, Tokyo, Japan. What makes this case particularly strange, is that the assailant(s) stayed in the home, using their resources for several hours before departing the home. The investigation into the murders is among the largest in Japanese history, involving over 246,044 investigators who have collected over 12,545 pieces of evidence.

The members of the Miyazawa family were Mikio (44), Yasuko (41), and their two children Niina (8), and Rei (6). Around 10:40 AM on December 31st, 2000, the bodies were found by Yasuko’s mother, Haruko. Haruko became suspicious after being unable to call her daughter (the killer had unplugged the phone line) and went to the house but received no answer after ringing the doorbell. Mikio, Yasuko, and Niina were all stabbed to death, and Rei was strangled. During the investigation, police came to the conclusion that the family had been killed on December 30th-31st between the hours of 11:30PM-12:05AM JST, and the killer(s) stayed in the house for several hours.

The killer entered the home through an open window of the second floor bathroom at the back end of the house, located next to Soshigaya Park, and gained access to the window by climbing up a tree and then removing the window screen. The killer used his bare hands to strangle Rei, who was sleeping in his room on the second floor. Mikio rushed up the first floor stairs after he heard noises coming from Rei's room, fighting and injuring the killer until being stabbed in the head with a sashimi bōchō knife. A police report claimed that part of the sashimi knife's blade broke off inside Mikio's head, and the killer then attacked Yasuko and Niina with the broken knife until using a Santoku knife from the house to murder them.

The killer stayed inside the house between two to ten hours, using the family computer, consuming four bottles of barley tea, melon, and four ice creams from their refrigerator. The killer also used their toilet and left their feces in it without flushing, and treated his injuries using first aid kits. He then took a nap on a sofa in the second floor living room. Drawers and papers were ransacked (with some being dumped in the bath and toilet) and some money was taken as well. Interestingly, the killer also left ten items behind on the sofa, (a knife, scarf, hip bag, sweater, jacket, hat, gloves, shoes, and two handkerchiefs). An analysis of Mikio’s computer showed that it connected to the internet the morning after the murders at 1:18AM and again at around 10AM, around the time Yasuko's mother Haruko entered the house. Investigators believe the killer had stayed in the house until at least 1:18AM, but the computer usage at 10AM could have been triggered by Haruko accidentally moving the mouse.

Investigators have been able to discover several clues to the killer's identity, but haven’t been able to apprehend a suspect. It was determined that the killer had eaten string beans and sesame seeds the previous day after analyzing the feces left behind in the toilet. They determined that the clothes and sashimi knife left behind by the killer had been purchased in Kanagawa Prefecture. Investigators also discovered that only 130 units of the killer's sweater were made and sold, but they have only been able to track down twelve of the people who bought the sweaters. Trace amounts of sand were also found inside the hip bag that the perpetrator left at the scene, which after analysis was determined to come from the Nevada desert, more specifically the area of Edwards Air Force Base in California, and a skate park in Japan.

Investigators found the killer's DNA and fingerprints throughout the house, but none matched their databases, which means the killer doesn’t have a criminal record. They estimate the killer was born between 1965 and 1985 (15 to 35 years old at the time of the crime), due to the strength required for entering the home, and committing the murders. The wounds on the victims indicate that the killer is likely to be right handed. Additionally, the killer's blood was found during an analysis of the murder scene that revealed traces of Type A blood, which would not have belonged to any of the victims. A DNA analysis of the Type A blood concluded the killer is a male and possibly mixed race, with maternal DNA indicating a mother of European descent, possibly from a South European country near the Mediterranean or Adriatic Sea, and paternal DNA indicating a father of East Asian descent. The killer may or may not be Japanese or present in Japan.

#true story #true crime #true crime blog #blogger #blog #true crime community #truecrime #blogging #crime #blogpost #creepy #murder #blog post #writers on tumblr #writing #death #horrorcommunity #horror blog #horror

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Racism in Australia

OK so here's the statistic filled rant about the disproportionate jailing of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples in Australia. (Heads up I have not proofread this)

So first of all, in a government article from 2018, adult Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people made up only 2% of the population (wow, I wonder why? It's not like there was mass genocide for centuries, people being put in jail therefore significantly less able to procreate, being taken from their families or lynched or anything... oh, wait). This is crazy enough. But you know what else? In the same article, Disproportionate Incarceration Rate (2018), those same ethnic groups made up 27% of the national prison population. "In 2016, around 20 in every 1,000 Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people were incarcerated". That's a direct quote. Reminder, this is a government produced article. They know how bad things are, they don't give a shit.

Between 2006 and 2016, the rates of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people being incarcerated grew by 41%. Yes, non-Indigenous incarceration rates grew too, but by 41%??? No.

More Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander women were targeted too, making up 34% of the female prisoner population, which is higher than that of non-Indigenous men.

In 1991, RCIADIC (Royal Commission into Aboriginal Deaths in Custody, because yes, there are so many deaths in custody we need one of those) found that a lot of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people also had their land repossessed without treat or compensation... please tell me I'm not the only one thinking "again, really??"

"In 2016, Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people were 12.5 times more likely to be in prison than non-Indigenous people, and Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander women were 21.2 times more likely to be in prison than non-Indigenous women."

"It is important to bear in mind that the majority of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people never commit a criminal offense." THIS IS A QUOTE FROM THE GOVERNMENT, I AM SCREAMING, THEN WHY ARE YOU JAILING THEM YOU MONSTERS??

In another article, Prisoners in Australia (2024), the Aussie Bureau of Statistics says that in the space of a year (2022-2023) Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander prisoners increased by 7%. That's just in a year.

In that same article, it says that Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander prisoners accounted for 33% of all prisoners, 91% of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander prisoners were male, 9% female, and 78% of them had been previously faced adult imprisonment.

According to the Australian Institute of Health and Welfare (AIHW), in a 2023 article, 'Profile of First Nation's People', Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander made up about 3.8% of the population in 2021.

(Side note: my dad, who used to work with ALS (Aboriginal Legal Services) coordinated with the CEO a decade ago with a business plan for bail houses - which would have helped keep Indigenous kids out of jail when they couldn't pay bail, thus staying out of the jail system so less likely to go back...It would have saved the government $4 million AUD... the state government turned it down. I wonder why)

Guys this is just after reading a few articles and talking with my dad. Spending not even an hour of research and writing. There is so much more going on behind the happy facade of the Closing the Gap initiative. Please, don't let this slide. Educate yourselves and fight against this growing injustice. And please, reblog this.

#rock rambles #delete later #tw racism #tw jail #invasion day #survival day #australia day #statistics #fight the system

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threeais · 7 months

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AU MAZTERLIZT [zighz...]

thiz wil be in order of oldezt to newezt [THIZ WILL BE UPDATED IN THE FUTURE!!]

[Mozt of the namez/plotz are ztupid ok blame me in 2020/2021/2022/2023- itz juzt the namez but ZTILL.]

zome auz may NOT be here due to me either forgetting about their exiztance or not writing it in my ACTUAL au lizt.

feel free to zend an azk abour ANY of theze auz to know them!!

alzo i zhall be adding extra noted abt the auz... maybee

1. Betrayed au

2. Future au

3. AAIS au [Angie And Iroha's Swap]

4. TalentSwap au

5. NTPYW/Not The Participant You Wanted au

6. Disaster au [aka the au where my zdra2 oc came from!]

7. Yoruko and Emma swap au

8. idk au [thiz auz name iz litreally called idk im not joking here)

8. RealSwap au [uzed to be called irl zwap!]

10. Dearest "Mistake" au

11. Voided au

12. The Fuck? [2020 kiv waz bad at naming auz dont blame him]

13. Huh? [i wanna quit doing thiz already😔]

14. Gun au [ZIGHZ...]

15. Nikei Survives au [YAHHOO]

16. Necklace au [ZIGH oh well i ztarted thiz time to not complain]

17. Past Travel au

18.. No More [Voids] au

19. They Lived au

20. If You Seek Nikkei au

21. Betrayal au

22. Your Little Mistake au

23. Operation V.O.I.D au

24. Protagonist-Swap au

25. DanganLab au [the lab [oratory] au, but mikadoz a lab expirement too /j]

26. Turkish au

27. Yamatsuro Swap au

28. Uh bad?? au [ZIGHZ...]

29. OMORI X SDRA2 au

30. Your NextDoor Voids au

31. Biki's Realization au

32. Mr Kasai au

33. Void's Mistake au

34. What if, Taira? [Orginally uzed to be called "what if"]

35. Spy's in Disguse au

36. Innocence au/TWI au

37. Never Wanted au

38. Sora's Plan au

39. Utsuro's Curse au

40. what au [zobbjng rn]

41. Utopia au

42. Welcome To The Show au/ WTTS au

43. Be More Chill x SDRA2 au [wanna know the funny thing? my BMC hyperfixation ended after thiz au.]

44. GameSwap au

45. Our Lives au

46. Yuki's Future au

47. Ais Never Forget au

48. Loop au

49. Dream au

50. 16 Years au

51. Three and Thirteen au

52. Kindergarden au [lizten i needed at leazt ONE wholezome au back then]

53. Revived And Loved au

54. Beta au

54. Fake Foundation au

56. The Ghost Of Utsuroshima au

57. RoleSwap au

58. MindSwap au

59. Lab [Oratory] au/Lab au

60. Swapped Au

61. Fake Fantasy au

62. Survival au

63. Perfction au

64. Simulation au

64. Mistake au

66. Roleplay au

67. DreamCatcher au

68. One Wish au

69. Safe But Free au

70. SDA:RH [Super Dangan Another: Revived Hope] au

71. YTWUL [Your Turn With Utsuro's Luck] au

72. Old Friends au

73. Forever Utopia au

74. Your Safe Now au

75. VocalSwap au

76. False Hope au

77. Fatal Insanity au

78. Expirement au

79. Infinite Life au

80. Inverted au

81. Puppeteer au

82. DOF/Deal Of Fate au

[ 82.5 Beta!DOF au ]

83. Elemental Guardians au

84. ABINH [ A Body I Never Had ] au

85. ADUMC au/A Day Under My Control au

86. Angel's Luck au

87. Silent Murder au

88. Not My Voice au

89. Scarf Of Evil au

90. Choice au

91. Wiped au

92. YTTD X SDRA2 au

93. Protect Your Fate au

94. Memory Control au

95. Weird Party au [thiz au waz zuppozed to be a joke back then😔]

96. Actor Au

97. CandyMaker au

98. DeRealization au

99. Merchant's Despair au

100. Nikkei's Safety au

101. Apocolypse au

102. Dark Renaissance au

103. Trapped au

104. Isolate au

105. Voidination au

106. Akane's Roulette au

107. Closed Love au

108. Broken fate au

109. Safe Place au

110. LoveStruck au

111. DollMaker au

112. RedCult au

113. Guardian au

114. Survived Guilt au

115. Time Keeper au

116. Despaired Trust au

117. Royal Au

118. Despaired Disaster au

119. Survived Love au

120. Portrait Of The Future au

121. Shadow Trust au

122. Combo au

123. Holy Room au

124. Future Line au/Futuristic TimeLine au

125. Pixel Ghost au

126. Gone au

127. Broken and Controlled au

128. Secret Fortune au

129. Uninvitation au

130. Nightmare Hour au

131. Hacker au

132. High School au

133. Model au

134. Fears Of The Future au

135. Criminal au

136. Scene au

137. Faceless Mikado au [ itz an inside joke i guezz ?]

138. Minecraft au [ayo tehyre in the craft game]

139. Discord au [i dont wanna talk abt thiz one /neg]

140. Guilt au

141. Ais Mistake au

142. LC x SDRA2 au

143. Masked au

144. Vintaged au

145. Island Of Pleasure au [thiz iz not nzfw btw the "leazure" part iz zuppozed to be happinezz- wow i actually have alot of wholezome auz what]

146. Dark Town au

147. Ringleader au

148. Plush au

149. Regretted Luck au

150. VAFO [Voidless and Fearless Otonokoji] au

151. Dark Prom au

152. Fake News au

153. TFOF [TalentSwap Future Or Fate ] au

154. Safe Death au

155. Mikado's Utopia au

156. Shape Of Life au

157. Bought for Enjoyment au

158. TalentSwap: Scene Of Stars au

159. Kavra au

160. Test au

161. FolkLore au

162. Safe and Perfect au

163. TalentSwap: Money Or Luck au

164. Alcoholics Dream au

165. Fable au

166. SCP au

167. Hell Parade au

168. Fixtionate au

169. OtherWordly Investagations au

170. DoodleVerse au

171. WonderLand au

172. ColorSwap au

173. Flower Meaning au

174. Denial au

175. Personal au

176. Alter [ Ego ] au

177. WizardCorp au

178. Demon Rizings au

179. Object Show au [yup]

180. Disaster TimeLine au

181. UnDead au

182. God au

183. Controlled Deceit au

184. The Dark Manor au

185. Kingdom Of The Heart au

186. Forceful Love au

187. Truth au

188. Quiet Replacement au

189. Effortless au

189. Bloom au

190. Planted Trust au

191. SuperNatural au

192. Corrupt Future au

193. Sacred Reality au

194. Voidful Revenge au

195. Fault au

196. Tasty Despair au

197. Swim For Escape au

198. divorce lawyer tsurugi au [THIZ WAZ AN INZIDE JOKE]

199. TalentSwap: Revival Of The Cards au

200. Expiremented Fantasy au

201. Lived UnFortunate Luck au

202. Granted For Who/You au

203. Witchism au

204. Wheel Of Despair au

[Thiz au iz a joke but itz in the au lizt zo-] 205. Weed au

206. Mikako Medicine au

207. RoleSwap/TalentSwap: Broken Despair au

208. Project Voidifacation au

209. Au: Crossover Mania/Alternate Connection Multiverse [BAZICALLY juzt a au to make au crozzoverz ok]

210. Angelic Human au

211. Hunted Trusters au

212. FreakShow au

213. AC au

214. Town Of Divine Eternity [TODE] au

215. MemoryWipe Otonokoji-San au

216. RoboNikei Lives au

217. Phantom of The Hashimoto au

218. Goodbye Mikako, Hello Mikado au

219. Future's Deceit au

220. TalentSwap: Past's And Fortune's au

221. Sea Creatures au

222. Nameless [<-for now lol] au

222. Lost And Found au

223. Relaxation For Our Mind au

224. Royal au

225. Yargı au

226. Lobotomy Archives au

227. Talentswap: Souls For Undeemed Holyness / Talentswap: Saints Unseen

228. Talentswap: Guilt Or Love

229. Luckless Magic

230. Risk au

231. Talentswap: Blood On Our Hands

232. Solace au

DONE BUT IT WILL BE UPDATED..

233. Facade au

234. Ignominy au

235. Virtuoso au

TIME FOR A BREAK HOOOLY ZHIT.

#ZIGHZ.#kivs aus #i am NOT tagging all of the auz.#kivz au mazterlizt

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nightzap · 2 years

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Arknights Headcanon: What’s going on with Ambriel and Executor

So, everyone knows that Ambriel is always hiding from Executor while claiming there’s no reason for the Pope’s tax collector to chase her like that because she always pays her taxes in time. Naturally, that has led to the fandom joking that she’s commiting tax evasion and that’s why she doesn’t want to go near him.

It’s a funny joke, but. This is Executor we are talking about. The guy who takes on a gang of 41 hardened criminals so casually, he doesn’t even consider it worth mentioning in his record. The guy who almost caused a war with no further elaboration. The guy who once tore out an animal’s aorta with his bare hands without breaking a sweat, terrifying another operator who got splattered in blood. If Ambriel really commited a crime, I don’t think playing hide and seek would cut it against a guy like that, yet alone living on the same landship for a prolonged period of time.

So here’s what I think is going on: Due to her lackadaisical nature, Ambriel used to delay doing her taxes until the last second, and then always did a total rushjob when time was running out, leading to her tax papers being an incomprehensible mess. Think Homer Simpson doing his taxes, but somehow even worse, with the result being downright disturbing to the poor office drone having to deal with that shit. Then along comes Executor, takes one look at newest slapdash job Ambriel has produced, and decides to sit her down and teach her how to do her taxes.

What follows are the three simultanously most boring and disturbing hours of Ambriel’s life, with a Sankta scarier than any biblically accurate angel looking over her shoulder and telling her how to file her taxes properly. Her hand shivers, and she grinds her teeth as she has long since run out of pocky sticks, and she fears that one mistake will get her an introduction with the business end of his shotgun.

In the end, Ambriel’s taxes are filed perfectly and Executor lets her off the hook. Ambriel immediately heads to the Rhodes Island bar and asks Midnight to pour her the strongest drink he has. Since that day, Ambriel always does her taxes on time, filling out the papers to the utmost perfection, it’s one of the few things she really applies herself for. But she’s still always watching her back on the chance that Executor finds a single blemish and decides to give her a refresher course.

#Arknights #ambriel arknights #executor arknights #ambriel #executor

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faegoddessog · 1 year

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 20/41

Chapter 20: Le Roi

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, fellatio, gagging, titty fucking, fingering, pearl necklace, masturbating.

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 20: Le Roi

You come to awareness a while later. You hear the shower going in the bathroom. You stretch and get up from the bed, button down shirt still hanging on your shoulders. You gotta pee, you decide to use the guest bathroom.

As you walk back to the bedroom, you take in Austin’s apartment. It looks like a sex bomb went off. The line from Princess Bride enters your mind, “It ranged all over. They were both masters.”

It may be the dopamine, but it just strikes you as enormously funny. You are cackling as you walk into the bedroom.

“Hey sleepyhead, come on in”, you hear Austin from the shower.

You walk in trying to contain yourself. The steamy outline of him is letting the hot water beat down. You drop the shirt to the floor and step into the large glass stall.

He greets you by gathering you under the hot water for shower kisses. Steamy Shower kisses. Damn. You two need some kind of intervention. This much desire is criminal.

Soaking, you come up for air.

“Babe, we -” you say.

“Need to not?" he interrupts.

You both laugh. At least you are on the same page.

After showering and stealing yet another of Austin’s shirts, you two set about cleaning up his apartment. You start laughing again about ‘ranging all over’.

“What's so funny?” he asks.

You tell him about the Princess Bride line. He doesn’t think it’s as funny as you do.

“I mean, take a look,” you wave your hand, “we DID range all over!”

“Well, I mean you are not wrong,” he admits, “we did have a LOT of sex.”

“Yes, yes we did,” you come behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “The best sex I’ve ever had in my life, in fact."

“Ditto,” he turns around in your embrace, hugging you to his chest.

You guys finally get the place cleaned, sheets changed, furniture put back, clothes picked up.

“Okay love, we have to rip this band aid off,” you say.

“Yeah, I’m sorry to have to say it, but I have to get my mind right for tomorrow. I may be having a quiet panic attack because I didn’t do any real Elvis study this weekend,” he takes in a big shuddering breath.

“Look at it this way," you rationalize, “ you just did a different kind of studying for Elvis this weekend. You fucked me as Elvis several times. You practically channeled him when you were spanking me. Apparently he gets off on a good spanking.”

“He actually was supposed to be really good at oral sex,” Austin is getting on your bandwagon.

“Well you’ve got that in the bag babe. Anytime you want to practice, you know where I am, “ you say.

He laughs.

“No really, any time,” you are definitely not joking.

He insists on walking you ‘home’.

“So you don’t feel like it’s a walk of shame,” he says when you stop outside your door.

“Y’know, you are so sweet, but understand that I feel no shame whatsoever,” you declare, “and I’m carrying a filthy dress, my heels AND a bag of sex toys wearing a shirt that I stole from you.”

“My dirty girl,” he says with a smile and leans down to kiss you…and kiss you. His hands slide into the shirt to your waist, discovering that the button-down is all you have on.

“Hoh, you are so… fuck, woman,” he growls, pulling you into him. His kiss is passionate and lustful as his hands cup your bare ass. Well I guess you know what getting more sex does to him, makes him just want it even more.

“Austin, hunny, ” you pant, pulling away from him, “you had better go work on Elivs, or I am going to require you on the other side of this door.” Just thinking about it and you find your hand migrating towards the crotch of his pants. You ball your fist tight to stop it.. “If we do that, we are both gonna end up in the hospital.”

“I know, I know, you are right,” he shakes his head. You grab him by the hand and look him in the eye.

“Why don’t you come by tomorrow when you get home and tell me about how it all went and I will feed you,” you suggest.

“I would really like that, although I have no idea when we’ll get done. Filming is like that,” he warns.

“No worries, just text me when you are on the way back from the studio. I will be here.”

“Ok,” he nods his head.

“I'll see you tomorrow babe,” you lean up and kiss his cheek, trying to keep your goodbye chill. You open the door and turn to go inside, he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing the back.

“Love you,” he says, staring into your soul. Your heart melts. You find yourself throwing your arms around his neck in a huge hug.

“Love you too hunny,” you say in his ear. You break away, turn and force yourself through your open door before you get stuck in a loop of wanting, denying, goodbyeing; wash, rinse, repeat.

You turn around to close the door and he has taken a couple steps backwards.

“Break a leg tomorrow!” you say.

“Thanks,” he says with a little wave.

You close the door, and lean on it, much like that night after Tom and Rita’s. Today, though, you just let out a huge contented sigh and whisper ‘Austin’. ….

At first you are not sure what to do with yourself. You wander around the apartment, with the intention to tidy up. Everywhere you look reminds you of Austin.

The shower: making him cum with your finger on his prostate, his tongue in your mouth as water poured over you, his tongue on your clit; The bedroom: Austin fucking you like a dark deity in the middle of the night, the feel of his cock in your ass for the first time, the quiet of the morning as he moved inside of you; The couch: watching movies and sucking him off, his relentless fingering of your clit, laying on his lap encased in a sphere of bliss, simply hanging out laughing and tickling and kissing… oh god the kissing!

You spend the evening eating leftover pizza and writing it all down so you never forget.

Your phone jangles.

Austin: Goodnight darlin’

You can’t help how big the smile on your face is.

Me: Goodnight lover, sleep well. XOXO

A contented smile is plastered on your face as you crawl into bed. You miss having Austin’s arms wrapped around you, so his shirt will have to do.

The next day you have a zoom meeting with your uncle to talk about progress in the early morning. You had forgotten about it until the alarm you had set previously to wake you up an hour before goes off. Thank you former self!

You are thankful that Austin didn’t stay the night either, you didn’t need to explain that. Your family has been bugging you about ‘settling down’ for a while now. It’s the juxtaposition of you having a near death experience and needing to get out and not waste a moment, while they almost lost you and want to hold on tight.

You show him the guest bathroom you have been working on. You had ripped out the old tub and shower and put in a walk-in, marble tiled shower with a rain shower head and handheld combo. You just have to grout and caulk. Next you will tile the floor and install a new vanity and toilet. It should be done in less than 2 weeks. After that, you’ll work on the master bath, probably 3-4 weeks, then start the big demo on the kitchen and bedrooms. He’s happy, so that’s a good thing. You finalize the design and layout of the kitchen. Mostly he trusts your choices and just wants you to stay as close to the budget as you can. Cool.

Your mind is never far from how Austin is doing on set today. He hasn’t texted, which you totally expected.

You decide to grout the shower today to keep you busy. Once that is done and washed off you caulk it. You actually really like to caulk, you find it soothing and meditative. It’s afternoon when you finish. You clean up and decide to head out to get some shopping done. When you get back, it’s evening.

You hadn’t realized how much you were waiting for his text until your heart skips a beat when your text tone goes off as you are cooking dinner.

Austin: done for the day c u in an hour?

Me: yay! dinner?

Austin: ys pls X

Me: you got it XOXO

In an hour there is a knock at your door. Your chest tightens. You open the door. Austin is freshly showered and in sweats and a hoodie with a bottle of bourbon.

“Hey you!” you smile, opening your arms to him.

“Hey baby!” he wraps you in a hug.

“How was it?” you ask, closing the door.

“It was unreal. Baz changed almost everything we had already rehearsed. It really threw me for a loop. But I really think it ended up better.” He grabs glasses from the cupboard and pours you each two fingers of the brown liquor over an ice cube. He hands you one and clinks them together.

“Here’s to the first day down,” he says. You both drink and shiver at the first taste.

“Y’know, sipping liquor reminds me of kissing. It’s not the first one that you should judge on, it’s the second that really shows the quality.” You take that second sip and a step closer to him, then put your glass on the counter.

“Hmm,” he keeps his eyes on you as he drinks again. ”I see what you mean,” he sets his glass down. “Speaking of quality kisses,” he grabs your waist and pulls you in close, “I missed having yours this morning.”

He presses his mouth to yours. Your mouth opens automatically to his probing tongue. Your hands are on the back of his neck, body pressed close to his. The caramel taste of the bourbon mingles on your slightly numb tongues. You close your lips together, only to open and go deeper, breathing deeply through your noses, enhancing the ‘whiskey kiss’. Your lips vibrate with little vocalizations that you can't’ help making.

He pulls away, licking his lips.

A shiver goes down your spine. “ I forgot how much I like whiskey-kisses.”

“It’s bourbon,” he tries to correct you.

“I know, I just call them whiskey kisses, it rolls off the tongue better,” you explain.

“You do have a spectacular tongue,” he kisses you more.

“You hungry?” you ask when you pull back, one eyebrow cocked with a sly smile on your face.

“Yes, I am,” his hands glide around your hips, thumbs settling on your hip bones, “I’d like to eat first, if that’s ok.”

Over dinner you talk about your call with your uncle and some of the plans you hammered out. He is quiet at first and just listens. He is so amazing at listening. He asks some questions about grout and tiling.

You ask if he wants to talk about his day. As he picks up the dishes, and takes them to the sink, he starts talking. He pours another two fingers of bourbon for each of you and transitions the conversation to the couch. He talks about the shoot, his nerves and how they connected him to Elvis. You just listen, sipping your drink. Clearly he needs to process everything he went through today.

“I want to apologize for not being able to text more, I was so sucked into character and shooting….” he says holding your hand.

“Whoa,” you hold up your other hand, “I do not need an apology, lover. You got work to do. I get that. I don’t expect you to call or text me when you are shooting. Remember this is supposed to be a non-codependent thing. I love hearing from you, but no pressure.”

“Ok good, I just wanted to make sure in case you felt neglected,” he smiles sheepishly.

You throw back the rest of your drink and climb onto his lap, sitting sideways with your arm around his shoulders.

“Did YOU feel neglected? Cuz I didn’t want to bother you,” you ask, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Baby, you are never a bother. Honestly I didn’t have the spoons to feel much more than nerves today,” he admits, ” but I also don’t mind hearing from you.”

“You got it love, I won’t be afraid to text you and I won’t freak out if you don’t text back right away,” you assure him.

“I’m also gonna be really, really busy, so I don’t know how much time I will have for you,” he looks at you, biting his lip in worry.

“I know,” you take your thumb and pull his bottom lip away from his teeth, easing his worried face, “hence the serious-adjacent situationship. I will joyfully cherish whatever time I can get,” you plant a kiss on his forehead.

“How are you so amazing?” he asks, looking into your eyes.

You shrug, “It’s easy, I’m with you.”

He buries his face in your neck and hair hugging you tight, breathing in the scent of you.

“Baby, you seem to have had a long day,” you decide not to push him for sex tonight.

“Yeah, I did not sleep well last night. I was so nervous. Tonight will be better though,” he says with a smile.

“Why is that?” you ask.

“Cuz… you,” he pulls you in for delicious slow whiskey-kisses. Several minutes later your lips part.

“Are YOU hungry?” he asks with a devilish smile.

“For you? Always. But if you need to rest or study for tomorrow, I totally understand,” you smile at him.

He traces your jawline with his fingertip.

“What I think I need tonight, is you,“ he kisses your neck lightly. “Would it be weird if I sleep here? I have an early call and will probably be gone before you get up. But… I enjoy having you next to me.”

You stand up from his lap, pulling him up to stand with you. “Not weird at all. Now, is sleeping all you need tonight? Or do you want more?” you ask as you lead him into the bedroom.

“Well, I might sleep better if you’d help me get off,” he steps to you, wrapping you in a deep kiss. You can feel your vagina start to tingle with moisture.

“I’m not opposed,” you pull his hoodie up over his head, kissing his chest, licking one of his nipples.

He shudders.

“Do you like that, on your nipples?” you ask.

He nods, “I like more too, biting, sucking,”

“Like this?” you take one in your mouth and gently suck on it.

“Harder,” he says.

You increase your suction.

“Mmm,” his hands go to your head, holding you to him. You take it between your teeth and bite, gently. He moans and grips your head. You pull away, smiling up at him. Excited for a new way to get him going.

“Do the other one,” he pulls your head to his other nipple.

You suck this one a little harder at first and let your hand migrate down to the tentpole at his crotch. You realize he has nothing under his sweatpants. Such a fucking turn on that he made himself so easily accessed.

“Oh god, that’s good,” he is saying. He pulls your head up to meet his, clashing his mouth against yours in heightened need, his tongue thrusting and curling against your own.

He pulls your shirt off over your head and in a flash has your bra off and your shorts pulled down, you too made sure he had easy access.

“What, no unicorn undies for me today?” He chuckles as he runs his hands over your naked ass.

“I’ll be sure to show you my collection sometime,” you say, “however, right now I have other plans.” You pull his waistband up and over the head of his cock, his hard rod bouncing as the rest fall to the floor.

You sit down on the bench at the foot of the bed and immediately take him into your mouth. His velvety smoothness is intoxicating on your bourbon flavored tongue. You slide down his shaft, bobbing your head up and down his length.

“Oh god, yes,” he moans. He grabs your head and pushes himself deep into your throat. Fucking your soft palate just a little, making you gag, then pulling back. You look up at him.

“I love hearing that sound when my cock is in your mouth,” his eyes are fierce with lust.

You suck greedily and nod, your mouth too full of him to agree any other way.

He drives in again, gagging you longer and deeper. You suck in a breath as he pulls out of your mouth, wet with thick spit. Your hand is on him, spreading the wetness. You look up at him, one lip curled up. He wipes your mouth with his thumb. You capture it in your mouth, sucking while you pump his cock with your fist. You? Orally fixated? Nah.

“Here, try this,” you say when he takes his thumb out of your mouth.

You pull his dick to your sternum, and push your tits together around it. Looking down you let a long string of saliva drop into your cleavage. He starts sliding up and down, both hands on your shoulders for balance. The head of his cock is peeking out the top of your squished together breasts with each thrust.

“Oh. My. That is fucking hot to watch, ” he says a little surprised. Maybe he’s never titty fucked anyone before.

You look up into his face, licking your lips, thirst in your eyes. His brows are knit together, his voluptuous bottom lip slack, letting his breath escape in unvoiced “oh’s”. He is watching himself sliding up to your neck and back again through half lidded eyes. Fuck he is so hot when he’s in the throes of pleasure. His eyes lift to find yours, one eyebrow twitches up and as does one the corner of his mouth.

“You wan’ me t’ cum, baby,” he asks breathless, just before his front teeth ruthlessly capture that lower lip.

“Uh huh, right here,” you nod, “give me those pearls, mon Roi de chatte.”

Your hips are rocking onto the seat, dripping onto the smooth wood of the bench. You lean down, open mouthed, your tongue lashing his head each time it crests your tits, teasing his tip. He speeds up.

“OOOHHH YEAH, HAAAAAH!! HAAAAAH!!” He bellows through clenched teeth.

Thick white cream spills all over your tongue and neck and tits. You are practically bouncing on the bench, pussy desperate for attention.

You lean back, moaning, on the foot of the bed, putting your feet up on the bench, knees bent. Your hips are trembling against your wet hand which is rubbing his cum into your clit hard and fast.

Austin is panting, trying to recover.

He leans over you, slips two fingers inside your wetness. You are a little sore, but you really don’t care right now. He starts sliding in and out. His other hand snakes around the back of your head, his forehead planted on yours.

“Fuck baby, you are so hot dripping with my cum.” He intones between puffs of breath.

What pushes you over the edge is the feeling of his cum dripping down your neck and along your sides. You arch, head pushed back against his hand, he pushes deep inside you and flicks those long fingers against your g spot. “Ohhh Yaaaaaaahhhhssss,” you wail, hips shaking against his hand.

You grab his hand as he starts sliding in and out again.

“No, no stop, I’m good,” you pant, “thank you lover.”

He answers you with a sweet, loving kiss, which you return.

“What did you call me? Just before I came, wah dushat?” Austin asks.

“Oh, did I say that?” you press your lips together, slightly embarrassed.

“Uh oh, what does it mean? Do I need to take offense?” he jokes.

“No no. It’s just a little corny. It means King of my Pussy,” you start laughing.

“I’m not mad at that, I think you should call me that all the time,” he laughs.

After yet another shower, you climb into bed. Austin pulls out papers from his hoodie pocket and climbs in next to you. Propped up on a pillow and one arm around you he pulls you in close.

“Oh yes, this is much better than last night,” he says under his breath.

“Whatcha got there?” you ask, indicating the papers.

“Script pages for tomorrow, although who knows what Baz will actually have me doing,” he says.

“Are you allowed to read them to me?” you ask.

“Technically no, since you haven’t signed any waiver, but I trust you. Do you want to read the other part with me?” he offers.

“I can try. It may not be good,” you are a little apprehensive.

“Doesn't matter, it just helps to have someone read the other lines,” he assures you.

Curled up on his chest, reading from the same pages, you go over the scene a few times. At first you are tentative. You ask a few questions about who’s lines these are, then throw caution to the wind and get into it.

“Damn baby, you are doing great! Your southern accent is spot on,” he says, impressed.

"Thanks babe,” you wag your tail, smiling.

“If you want, I could talk to Baz and get you on set as an extra. I mean it’d not be talking but… “ he offers.

“Oh, no no.” You roll on top of him to be face to face. “ I am the thing that is NOT Elvis in your life right now. Plus, I don’t think I could bear watching you be Elvis and not have your hands on me. When this movie comes out, I may not be able to see it in a theatre cuz it’s gonna make me so fucking horny. I will leave the seat wet!”

“Or we could just rent out the whole theater and I could play with your pussy the whole time,” he smiles and bites his lip.

“Oh that is happening for sure,” you smile wickedly.

“That’s an experience I look forward to, after all I’m the King of your pussy,” he says giggling.

“Oui, Mon Roi, et je suis ton chaton excité.” you lick your lips and kiss him.

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