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siremasterlawrence · 1 year

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New Bodies Part 1 & 2

So my career is kicking up in to the air as my voice leaves a echo reaching in to a the sky and soon enough I lay down on my bed I close my eyes.My body transfers in to spirit from flying in to the sky I float off in to the midst of a new universe somewhere in space I begin to think.

I wish that I could be able to possess others powers to serve only me and when I need a new body. It is pretty crazy suddenly my body swirls in to the air sending my flying in to the body of another who falls like a tone of bricks I find myself waking up.

Groggy I woke up from a state for the first time in my life I am drunk wiping my eyes and I barely am able to sit up fleeing all the things spiraling out of control and I knew I have a new way of life and being since he is a ass.

The next thing I know I am on my feet once more moving forward to the bathroom I close the door slamming it hard in a gruff soon stumbling to the sink my hands manger to reach it and I hold on tight the voice is weird.

My eyes roll up staring in my eyes it took for a while for me to see it but I freak one finally able to gain control I notice something off it is the body of Scott Eastwood I am fully in possession. Speaking of it I find him very conflicting for a number of reason because of his assholic father.

Number two he is an exact copy of him with that some arrogant, hard core, not so hot or attractive face many seem to like he is quite a catch though because speaking of that word nepotism like great white shark his father appears.

“Hey dad…what’s going on? I am fucked in haha.” I manage to say half wanting to barf.

“You’re drunk as per usual.” He states to me with a smile.

“I guess…hahaha” I reply avoiding his gaze the best I can.

“Fuck!” Clint says angrily smashing the Newspaper.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Fucking pansies.” He yells.

“Calm down dad!” I write.

“Fuck off” he says closing the door.

“I need to get out of here.” I tell myself.

“My dad” I call to him.

“Don’t be a liberal “ he yells

“Sure thing…fuckwad” immature I know but I hate him.

“Taking control of his body now”

“He can be drunk to new day”

“Yes! Perfect “

Driving off to the house he calls home I park his car swiftly walking in to the front door I enter the house racing up the stairs I undo my my jacket throwing on to the bed stand in front of the mirror I set up my cellphone on a tripod.

Creating a new instagram account I set up my cell on a tripod press record moving back I wink at the camera doing a sexy dance, blow a seductive kiss while I shake my body and slowly remove my clothes one piece at a time.

I feel new body up touching my pecs I hit it hard then start to squeeze them tightly in a seductive motion I turn around showing my ass. I shake it hard smacking it slipping my underwear down l lick my finger make a hot sound as I touch my ass.

Flipping the switch off inhaling my scent as my nose digs in to his skin I watch all of my control over him, deep down I can sense he is being turns him on he can’t help it he is wanting to hump something and I give him what he wants.

“Oh God! I am so fucking hot! Hawt damn you will provide get ways for my voice so yeah.”

“Look at this face, body and my ass.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Sent…mwahahaha “

“Time to get ready for my party “

“We will blow shit up”

“Everyone drink everything “

“All the booze are free”

“Let’s party “

“Who wants to dance ?”

“I am hard “

“So horny “

“Ffffuuucccckkkk”

“FUCK”

“Their eyes are on me”

“This white ass can look so stupid”

“I am going to fuck someone “

“Smash him”

It is two months later when I am literally in a city in Mexico on vacation that my time has come to an end with Scott.

He is boring me that night I had one more romp in the hay exploring his body then fell a sleep in his sweat.

I woke up in the embrace of the sun to way too many text in the morning form his far too infernal father Clint.

Picking up my cellphone I throw to the wall ignoring it I get up sliding off of the bed on to my feet.

A full length mirror lays on the wall before me as I press a tiny button on his neck the skin becomes loose.

It begins deflate his husk to floor like an air balloon running out of air I step out of it in disgust.

I had to make hash racing to the bathroom a shows awaits me clothes ready on the bed as I dry and exist the room.

Funny enough Justin Baldonis hot Italian ass

pumps into me staring at his phone I take my chances

He is distracted so I place the device on his neck press if he fades in to his own mind and deflated away.

This perfect I drag his ass in to a bathroom in the hallway slipping him on to my skin he forms over me.

My height rises to tend fold to new levels I can look way over me and everything and everyone seems so small.

My body goes from a bit toned exploding in to a massive wad of toned muscles and new strangling never before.

I smirk with a bright white smile showcase his teeth I do a sexy dance stepping on to the elevator.

Winking at woman passing by the door shut as it drops to the first floor I move on with my life and head to the airport.

Once one the plain I can sense Scott is back to normal form coming to with a migraine and angry father on the line.

“Wow! Poor Scott! He just noticed the tattoo”

“Asswipe! He wants to be angry and ring my neck.”

“He is turned on”

“Oooh! So is Justin”

“Dam! Why so horny?”

“God! I am hard”

“So…oooohhh”

“I guess I am going the mile high club”

“With my new body?l

“That counts right ?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Excuse me!”

“Get out the way “

“OH BABY!”

“Mmmmmmm”

The end

#scott eastwood #justin baldoni #new bodies #mind control #body possession #ownership #assimilation #Lawrence’s Body

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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the man in black | knj

you hope to meet a tall, dark, handsome man at a bar.

✨ title: the man in black | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ genre/au: smut, pwp | strangers-to-??? ✨ rating: m/18+, minors dni | ✨ word count: 1.2k ✨ warnings: namjoon in the black turtleneck/black slacks outfit (yes, that’s a warning), language, kissing, marking, fingering, nipple play, mirror sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), spitting, soft dom!joon, creampie ✨ a/n: good god--this man has us all in a chokehold and ofc i had to write about him. this is dedicated to nat, and i also wrote a back story for this too lmfao, maybe i'll post it another time. and this is un-beta'd, so i apologize if it succkksssss lol.

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“Namjoon–” you whimpered as he strung kisses along your neck, then across your collarbone. His lips hovered above the top of your chest, teasing you. Your core was wet and aching for any kind of friction.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked in a low, husky voice, now squeezing your breast with his large hand, earning a moan from you.

You’d only met the man a few hours ago at the bar, but here you were - locked in the bathroom, panties on the ground, legs spread as Namjoon was slotted between them, calling you pet names, practically throwing all femininity out the door for this gorgeous man.

His silly little dance number with his friends and outfit had the whole bar in a chokehold, but none more than you.

You lulled your head, gasping for air when he tugged the top of your dress down along with your bra, wrapping his mouth around your nipple, his warm tongue sloppy as he flicked and lapped at the pebbled flesh.

“We…we should hurry,” you urged him, hands wobbly, struggling to hold yourself up on the bathroom counter. You imagined the line outside of the bathroom to be filled with grumpy people waiting for the two of you, wondering what the hell was going on inside.

Namjoon groaned at your suggestion. He wanted to take his time with you - learn about your wants and needs, but this probably wasn’t the time to do that. He pulled away, raving over you with darkened eyes. Holding out his hand, he helped you down, then swiftly turned you to face the mirror. One hand splayed across your stomach, holding you in place, and the other kneading your cheek underneath your dress.

“I want you to watch yourself as I destroy this pretty pussy, ‘kay?” he stated, pressing a kiss into your shoulder, making you shudder from the softness of his lips.

Shit, that line was enough to make you come right then and there.

He stepped to the side, and you watched him undo his belt, the buckle softly clinking against the brown leather strap. He continued unfastening the button and unzipping his pants. God–he was doing everything painstakingly too slow for your liking, so you pushed your ass towards him.

“Be patient, hmm?”

Your heart skipped a beat when a sudden knock on the door alerts the pair of you that you were taking too long. Panic builds in your chest, and adrenaline pumps throughout your veins, but there is no way you were leaving this bathroom without being pumped full of his cum.

“They can wait all night if they have to,” you said, surprising him with your sudden courage.

Namjoon chuckled, spitting on his hand and then sliding his fingers into your slit, which was already soaking wet. “Guess I didn’t need to do that, huh?”

You mewled, breath hitched in your throat at the loss of his fingers. Insufferable, you were. Your body already aching and throbbing for more of him. He’d surely be the death of you.

He pulled his cock out, pumping himself a few times before bringing his tip to your entrance, coating himself with your arousal. “Ready, baby?”

Before you could respond, he pushed in with one quick thrust. “Fuck–you’re so big,” you panted, falling forward, your hand caught the sink’s faucet.

Namjoon’s chest was flushed against your back, his hand trailing across your stomach, between your breasts to your chin, making you look at yourself in the mirror. “Eyes. Forward.”

You nod at his command. The stretch from his girth was enough to make you dizzy, but you didn’t want to refuse his request. To be honest, you’ve never had someone make you watch yourself in the mirror, so it was a bit strange and thrilling at the same time. More than anything, you wanted to watch Namjoon come undone from fucking you.

Briefly catching his gaze in the mirror, he almost pulled out entirely, leaving his tip in your cunt, before bucking back into you. Your eyes briefly closed, then fluttered open, catching your twisted expression in the mirror as he continued snapping his hips against your ass, over and over. Every time he pushed back in, he coaxed a moan from you.

He hissed when he felt you clench around him. He could never last long when he went raw, and it was stupid of him to do so because he barely knew you, but like always, his dick always clouded his judgment.

“Namjoon–please, don’t stop. Just like that,” you cried out.

His large hands gripped your waist, thrusting repeatedly into you as hard as he could. His cock disappearing into your pussy was the best view he could ever have–a view he needed to make sure he’d get to see again.

“Shit–baby, you’re so tight. You gonna come for me?”

As much as he loved the view of your ass, he wanted to see you shatter and unravel because of him. He bit down on his bottom lip, watching your expression twist and turn into pleasure. With every thrust, he elicited a whimper, causing your legs to become shaky, trying your best to hold yourself up.

“Unngh–Na–Nam–Joo” you struggled to get anything out except curses. His pace began to speed up, desperate and frantic for you to reach your climax. The coiling tension in the pit of your stomach building ever since he dragged you into the bathroom. You looked into the mirror, mascara running, hair out of place, mouth agape as Namjoon fucked himself into you.

His pants and groans were like electricity running throughout your body. You wanted to hear more from him—wanted to hear how good your pussy was making him feel. You began rutting yourself back into him, causing loud smacks reverberating throughout the bathroom walls. If the people waiting outside didn’t know what was happening before, they definitely knew what was happening now.

“Fuck–Namjoon–I’m gonna come,” you whined, bringing your fingers to rub circles on your clit, making your climax even more intense. Your legs now shake uncontrollably as the tension within you snaps, your walls fluttering around his cock, struggling to bite back moans as Namjoon fucked you through your orgasm. You’d only caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you came down from your high.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Namjoon grinned, showing off that dangerous dimple that caught your eye in the first place. He continued thrusting, now chasing his own climax. His muscles tightened every time he went deeper. Your slickness dripped down his length and down to his balls, causing lewd noises to fill the air. You straightened slightly, reaching back, gently pulling on the dark locks, tangling your fingers in his hair. Namjoon grunted, pressing a kiss on the nape of your neck. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled, hips jerking sloppily as he came undone, spilling his cum into your pussy.

The two of you huffed and chuckled, catching each other’s gaze in the mirror–both fucked out and partially embarrassed at having to face the mass line of people waiting for the bathroom.

Namjoon pulled out, waddling over to grab toilet paper to clean the two of you up. Handing you a small roll, you wiped yourself as best you could before you went searching for your underwear, which was probably not a good idea to put back on, considering they were on the bathroom floor.

He tucked himself back in his underwear and pants, zipping himself up, his dimpled smile on display as he watched you pull your dress back down. He beelined towards you, his index finger gently lifting your chin, forcing you to look at him. “So when can I see you again?”

✨ next ~ part two

#namjoon fic #namjoon fanfic #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts smut #namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #bts x reader #bts x you #fic: the man in black #namjoon #kim namjoon

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centralperkchenford · 9 months

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5x16 AU of sorts where their argument is based on noah and Tim thinking they hooked up whilst he was fighting his feelings. Tim blurts out that he's been in love with her since Vegas or something!!!

This one kind of spiraled out of control but I hope you like it! 💕

5x16 AU of sorts where their argument is based on noah and Tim thinking they hooked up whilst he was fighting his feelings. Tim blurts out that he's been in love with her since Vegas or something!!!

Cause you're too sexy, beautifulAnd everybody wants a taste That's why (that's why) I still get jealous

Tim is not sure why he thought letting Noah crash on Lucy’s sofa was a good idea. She had asked because it was early and he had nowhere to go.

“It’s your apartment baby.” He had said quietly and she had looked at him searching his face.

“Are you sure?” She had asked. “If you are uncomfortable..”

“It’s fine Luce.”

He was just a little uncomfortable with a man who he didn’t know and called his girlfriend hot pants sleeping on the couch but when they had gotten back to the apartment he had fallen back into bed and Lucy had too. He had wrapped himself around her and all thoughts of Noah had left his mind.

That is until he wakes up again hours later and Lucy isn’t in bed next to him. He hears voices from the living room and he sighs pulling on his pajama pants and a shirt he has to dig out because Lucy always takes his. (Not that he minds—he loves when she is only wearing his shirt). He opens the door slowly, and Lucy smiles when she sees him emerge. “Good morning.” She says. Noah is sitting on the couch legs stretched out, and Lucy is as he thought she would be in his shirt and pajama pants. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“Good morning.” He mumbles. He ignores Noah and kisses Lucy on the head before going to the kitchen.

Lucy had already made the coffee and he pours it in a mug before going back to the living room. Lucy is now sitting on the couch next to Noah. She pats the spot next to her and he sits down hesitantly.

“We were just talking about stuff that happened at UC school.” Lucy says putting her hand on his knee and giving it a squeeze. “It was crazy and fun. But crazy.”

“Yeah Hot Pants here really made a name for herself.” Noah says and Tim bristles at hot pants. Lucy doesn’t seem to notice because she’s grinning at Noah again. He looks between his eyes darting from Lucy’s grinning face to the smirk growing on Noah’s face.

He frowns and wonders if anything happened between them at UC school. They seemed close and he had a nickname for her… hot pants. He knows he’s probably overthinking this but the thought of his girlfriend with another man makes him sick to his stomach.

He hears Noah talking but he doesn’t know what he is saying. When she had been gone it had literally killed him, eaten him alive. He had sent her away and he missed her like crazy, like it wasn’t the same without her there.

It’s time for you to move on.

His own words are now on repeat in his head. Maybe she did move on, maybe she hooked up with Noah and..

Lucy nudges him bringing him out of his thoughts. “What?” He says a little harsher than he means to. Lucy gives him a look and Noah is raising his eyebrows at him.

“I gotta go.” He says abruptly before she can say anything. He gets up and goes back into her room and slams the door behind him. He takes a deep breath and lets it out. He hears Lucy say something to Noah and then she’s in the room.

“Tim?” She says softly. “What’s wrong?” He doesn’t answer just turns away and heads into the bathroom. Lucy follows him in as he changes into his clothes for the day.

“Tim?” Lucy says again grabbing his arm. He freezes but doesn’t yank away from her.

“Who is this guy?” He asks. Lucy lets go of his arm and steps back.

“I went to UC school with him Tim.” She answers. Tim nods and goes over to the sink picking up his toothbrush he leaves at her place.

“That’s it? That’s all he is?” He asks. Lucy nods and steps closer to him. He looks at in the mirror.

“Yes Tim. He’s just a friend. Are you jealous?” She asks him. He looks down at the sink and shakes his head.

“No. But my friends don’t have nicknames for me like hot pants.” He says. Lucy steps even closer so they are touching.

“It’s an inside joke Tim. It’s nothing serious.” Lucy says. “Why are you being so weird?”

“I’m not.” He says trying to defend himself but he knows it’s no use. Lucy can read him like the back of her hand.

“You are.” She says. “Noah is my friend. Okay? He helped me a lot when we were in UC school. He talked things out with me and—”

“It’s fine.” Tim says turning his back to her. She makes a soft noise and he feels her hand on his back but he moves away out of her reach.

“Tim..”

But he walks away before she fan say anything more.

***

Tim rides with Noah and Lucy but it’s awkward and stilted. Lucy tries to get him to talk but he gives her short answers. When Noah is on the phone, she taps his shoulder and gives him a look.

“Seriously? What is wrong with you?” She asks. “Are you really that bothered by Noah?” She says the last part quietly and he shakes his head.

“No! It’s just he knows all this stuff about you. Did you like him as more than a friend?” He asks. Lucy stares at him and then looks back at Noah. “No!” She hisses. “Noah has always been a friend Tim. Like I said earlier he talked me through a lot of stuff.”

“Like what?”

Lucy plays with her phone on her lap. “It doesn’t matter. But Tim you have to know nothing happened between me and Noah. Okay?” She says.

Tim gave her a stiff nod. “Fine.” He says. He hears her sigh next to him and he lets one out himself.

Some Valentine’s Day.

***

They don’t talk much after that, she follows him when she needs to and once everything has been resolved with Noah’s case they go back to the station. Lucy walks away quickly and he goes to his office sighing.

He believes nothing happened with Noah. He does.

Maybe he should have just listened to Lucy, maybe he shouldn’t have acted like a jealous jerk.

He sighs and he’s about to get up to find Lucy and apologize for acting so weird when she walks in.

“Hey.” She says not looking at him directly. He gives her a small smile and her shoulders relax a little.

“Hi.” He says. There’s a long silence and Tim shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He looks up at her and she’s biting her lip nervously. “What did Noah help you through?” He asks.

Lucy sighs and runs her fingers through her hair.

“You know how he said that Bradford this morning?” She asks. He nods remembering how curious he was.

“Well.. I might have talked about you. Complained about you some.” She takes a deep breath. “I talked a lot. And he helped me through it. Told me you—were doing what you thought was right no matter how much it hurt.”

Tim’s heart clenches at the fact that he hurt Lucy without realizing it. If he could take it back…there’s silence again and Tim could cut the tension with a knife.

“Why are you jealous of Noah? Why don’t you believe that he is just a friend?” Lucy asks breaking the silence.

“I don’t know Luce. He just has this air about him like he thinks he knows you better than I do. And maybe he does, I wasn’t part of your life when you were at UC school.”

“Tim. You told me to go, you told me it was time to move on.” Lucy says stepping closer to the desk.

“I know.” Tim says quietly. “I know Luce. I was just looking out for you. And you are so good at undercover. I wanted you to pursue something you loved. I didn’t want me or my feelings for you to get in the way.”

Lucy stares at him a little stunned. And he swallows hard realizing what he just said. There is a long silence again and Tim hates how awkward this has become.

“So what you said in Vegas..” She says. “You meant it. It didn’t feel like pretend to you?” Tim shakes his head.

“It wasn’t to me Lucy. I—” He takes a deep breath wondering if he’s about to lay it all on the line for her. He’s about to tell her he’s had feelings for her long before they first kissed. And if he wasn’t about to lay it all out he would be able to think when he fell for her but..

“I was in love with you in Vegas Luce. Before Vegas. I don’t know when exactly but—” He trails off and looks away from her and then he stands up. “When I told you to go to UC school. I didn’t want you to move on from me completely.”

“You love me?” Lucy asks meeting him in the middle of the room. Tim sighs and steps closer so he can reach for her. Once she’s in his arms, he places a kiss on the top of her head.

“Yes, Lucy. Maybe it’s why I was so weird about Noah. I don’t know but yes I love you.”

She chews on her lip before she stands on her toes to kiss him. “I love you too.” She says and she has tears in her eyes but her voice is steady. “More than you will ever know.

He smiles and his body relaxes a little, grateful they are getting back to normal. She stands on her toes to kiss him. It’s short and sweet and sometimes those are his favorite kinds.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” She says putting her hands on his chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby.”

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #anon answered #lucy x tim

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the-transexual-diaries · 9 days

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I caught her glancing at me from across the bar, her eyes dancing up and down my frame. I sipped my cocktail, the sweet aroma filling my mouth as the deafening music filled my ears. My leather jacket hardly covered my nipples, and my lace top and black skinny jeans left nearly everything else on display. Her eyes finally met mine, a mix of embarrassment and intrigue on her face as I caught her.

I smiled softly, darting my eyes to the restroom door, then back to her. Her eyes widened, she slammed back what remained of her drink and entered the restroom. I followed hot on her tail.

She pressed her hand against my arms, stretching one up over my head and keeping the other at my side. I reached with one, barely able to lock the door behind us as she lay into me. Her lips pressed to mine, her hand running up my arm and caressing my breast. I sighed in agony, her cold hands both painful and pleasurable against my warm skin.

I ran my hands across her shoulders, gently sliding the thin lace straps that held her dress on. I slid it down to reveal her soft tits, small and supple, perfectly sized for my hands. I grasped one in my palm, grabbing her shoulder with my other hand and spinning her to be against the wall. She gasped as I slammed her into the door, quickly swapping places with her before locking lips once more. Her hands ran along my jeans, a soft smile forming on her face as she felt at what lay beneath them.

I adjusted myself, pressing my knee to the door between her legs. Her hips began bucking, searching and begging for even an ounce of friction. I sank my teeth into her neck, marking her as mine for the night, her hands lacing through my hair as I held her to the wall.

“Fuck-” She whimpered, my teeth moving lower down her frame. “Keep going-” she pleaded.

I grasped at her tits, moving my lips down her frame to suck on them. Her nipples were rock hard, and I could feel the denim she grinded against getting wet with her arousal. I smiled, proceeding to bite her tits gently. The soft, supple flesh gave way beneath my teeth, her moans grew louder, and her voice began to flood with desperation.

“Mmmm-” She whined “I need you, baby”

Her hand slid beneath the waistband of my jeans gently grasping at my cock from atop my boxers.

“Someone’s needy” I said, smiling, stopping a few inches from her face before pressing my lips to hers.

I slid a hand beneath her dress, feeling her warm, dripping cunt, achy and begging for my love. She moaned into my mouth, her sweet song filling my lungs as she finally undid my jeans. They hit the ground, my carabiner making a distinct rattle as it landed atop the bathroom tile. I raised myself and pressed into her.

She moaned, her eyes begging me for more as I pressed my full length into her. Her walls grasped at me, their grip choking as I slowly began thrusting into her. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her hands lacing behind my head. I raised her leg up, spreading her tight body more as I pressed her into the door.

“Fuck, mommy” She moaned, her eyes searching mine for approval.

My eyes smiled softly, “You like that, don’t you?” I responded “You like being mommy’s little whore?”

Her grasp on me tightened, her body gripping me harder with every word. She nodded, her breath catching as my pace sped up.

“Fuck-” She cried out, hardly able to speak “Take me-”

I grasped her hips hard, my thumbs bruising her tender skin as I thrust into her. She began to melt, her arms wrapping around my back, her head resting on my shoulder. I ran small circles with my hand along her clit, gently teasing her to the brink of death. She cried out, burying her head in my neck as she finally came, her heaving, panting breaths showing me how good she really felt.

“Atta girl,” I said, slapping her pussy sending a jolt of pain up her body. “Now face the mirror for mommy, she wants to watch you cry”

Her eyes widened in excitement as she darted to the bathroom sink. She placed her palms on its base looking at me in the mirror as I raised her dress once more, and slapped her ass. Her body jolted, and before she could come down from the pain, I slid myself in once more. She raised a hand to her mouth, biting it, nearly falling over as I thrust deep into her.

“What are you?” I asked teasingly, grasping at her tits in the mirror.

“I’m mommy’s little fucktoy, I’m your slut”

“Mmmm, good girl” I said, laughing in excitement as I felt her body clench around mine.

I slammed into her, her arousal coating every inch of me, her warm wet sounds filling the bathroom. She stared at me in the mirror, she stared at the thing I had turned her into. Soon she was coming again, her eyes begging me to stop, but her words begging me never to.

I was nearing my limit. I pulled out of her, sliding my hand along my length, desperately trying to send myself over the edge. She whined as I left her body, her eyes watching mine as I began to melt. I felt myself slipping, my lust spraying across her hips and up her lower back. She giggled seductively, her ass sliding back to rut against me. I grasped it firmly, squeezing it before zipping up my jeans, and walking towards the door.

“Wait-” She cried out, wiping my love off her skin, “Where are you going?”

“My friend's band goes on soon,” I answered matter-of-factly. “Here, let me give you my number.”

I grasped her phone, entering my number into it quickly as she fixed her dress. “I Hope we meet again” I said warmly, handing her phone back and walking out into the music once more.

#Something quick for yall :)#smut #smutty thoughts #lesbian #transfemme #transfem #sapphic #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft #wlw nsft #nsft #hornyposting

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lizzisimss · 1 year

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· Rise & Grind café merged

· Sleek slumber merged

· Deligracy cottage living update merged

Madlen – https://www.patreon.com/madlen

· Ayumu Sculpture

Marvell – https://marvell-world.tumblr.com/download

· Upcycle books

max 20 - https://www.patreon.com/Max20

· Classic kitchen

Mechtasims - https://www.patreon.com/mechtasims

· Back to School

my cup of cc -https://www.patreon.com/mycupofcc

· Maple Manor The Modernist Collection LivingRm

· Maple Manor part 1

· Tiny Dreamers merged

myshunosun - https://www.patreon.com/myshunosun

· Serene bathroom

· Uma living

· Arrie office

· Dawn living

· Gale dining

· Herbalist kitchen

· Simmify

· Vanity nook

peacemaker - https://peacemaker-ic.tumblr.com/TS4O...

· Atwood Living merged

· Futura merged

· Hamptons retreat merged

· Hinterlands bedroom

· Hudson bathroom

· Mina kitchen merged

· Urbane kitchen

· Vara office

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· Precious Promises

· Calderone bedroom

· MCM

· Oak House

· The Office mini kit

· Tidying up

· Auntie Vera bathroom

· Coldbrew Coffeeshop

· Domaine Du Clos

· Winter Garden

QICC – https://www.patreon.com/qicc

· Evergreen balcony set

Severinka – https://www.thesimsresource.com/artists/Severinka_/

· Cleo livingroom heating radiator

simplisticsims - http://simplisticsims4.com

· Botanical framed art

· Loloi contemporary rugs 1

· Round rug

· Vintage country art

sixiamcc - https://imfromsixam.tumblr.com/

· Lux bath

· Retro vibes

· Small spaces

· Teen room

SYB – https://www.patreon.com/Syboubou

· Galileo

· Julie

· Laundry

TaurusDesign – https://www.patreon.com/taurusdesign

· Cassandra Bathroom

· Elsa Kids Room

· Lilith Chilling Areas

· Nina Living Room

Clutter Cat - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thec...

· Busy bee 2

· Busy bee

· JapanJuice

· MellowMini

· MellowMoods

· PetitsPirates

TUDS -https://www.patreon.com/TudTuds

· 2nd Wave Merged

· Beam Parte2 v01 merged

· Mirr Kitchen merged

· Vime Closet merged

· Wave merged

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· Apartment therapy inspired stuff v2 merged

· Blooming Rooms Plants Merged

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kaixserzz · 1 year

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HI MAAARR, IT'S BEEN A WHILE! heard you're taking requests for blue lock now, and if it's not too much, may i request a fluffy scenario of reader braiding chigiri's hair? thanks mar, xoxo! 😚

Braids

ੈ♡˳ Hyoma Chigiri x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄

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OH MY GODH FLUFF!! HII!! ITS REALLY HAS BEEN A WHILE!! and omg?? blue lock request!?!? frim you!?!?! sobs tyyy!! your my first resqyest <33 ALSO THIS. PROMPT... AAAAA !!! I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS,, FINALLY POSTING AGAIN LOL

chigiri treats his hair akin to how a worshipper treats a sacred temple. he uses the bathroom far longer than you, uses more hair products than you, and has more patient when it comes to beauty care more than you.

and honestly? you can't even get mad.

his hair is amazing. stunningly beautiful, silky smooth, and flows oh so naturally through the wind as he runs across the field. when his hair flips whilst he jumps, it moves so fluidly behind him, almost every move he does was cinematic. hell, even the hairs that stuck on his forehead and cheeks from the sweat looked so pretty on him, framing his face and completing the striking canvas of a masterpiece that is hyoma chigiri.

no one is ever permitted to touch his hair. why would he? as long it was his hands alone, not a single soul can touch his hair. so when chigiri asked you, his dearest lover, to braid his hair, you were quite stunned.

you blink, staring at him dumbly. "did i hear that right?" turning off your phone and turning to look at him, you saw how his eyes softened at your question. how the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles at your disbelief.

he couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction, holding a brush, and a small pouch of hair ties in his hands. "yes. i'm asking if my lovely significant other would like to braid my hair." then he let out a long, dramatic sigh as he turns himself to leave, faking a sniffle and a tear, "but i suppose my lover doesn't want to—"

"hey wAIT—" chigiri bites his bottom lip to suppress his laughter, watching you hop off the couch hurriedly and tripping over nothing. "i didn't say shit! i wanna braid your hair!" you whined, throwing yourself onto chigiri and wrapping your arms from behind him. you lay your chin onto his shoulder and pouted at your teasing boyfriend. "can i braid your hair? please say yes! please please please? pretty please-?"

a laugh put a stop to your whining, a laugh that you loved to hear. suddenly, your heart was in your throat, your arms tightening ever so slightly around him as you buried your face into his neck, the tips of your ears burning.

chigiri finds it so cute how you're so smitten with him. he could always see you staring at him, or his hair, and how your hand twitches. probably itches to rake your hand through his hair, to touch it and play with it. you almost adore his hair more than he does. should he be jealous?

"fine, fine, you can braid my hair." chigiri finds himself laughing again, seeing you cheer as if you'd score a goal on your own. god, you were too cute for your own good, his heart couldn't take it.

and you were living the dream. finally, your boyfriend has given you the liberty to braid his hair. to touch it without consequences. perfect! you've been training for this day, and you will not mess it up.

you've paid immense attention to how he usually braids his hair, accumulating it with the style you've had in your mind for ages. so, after sitting him down on the floor with a pillow to sit on, you got to work.

he could feel how careful you were with your fingers, twisting and separating strands of his hair, making sure you don't tug too hard on his scalp and braiding them just how he likes it. the details you notice, and the amount of consideration you put into everything you do for him always makes his heart want to burst. and hearing you get excited over such trivial things, like braiding his hair, makes him fall in love with you all over again.

"there, all done!" chigiri smiles at the mirror you've given him, humming in thought. "so, do you like it? i think i've watched you braid your hair too much, but i'm not sure if i did it right... is it comfortable—"

chigiri never trusts anyone when it comes to his hair, but of course, he could always trust you to take care of him. putting down the handheld mirror, he pulled you by the collar and kissed you on the cheek, his hand caressing the back of your neck.

"i love it, thank you so much, love."

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛❛ If you like this a lot, consider reblogging! I'll appreciate it very very much! Don't repost and/or translate my work anywhere. ❜❜ ┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

#˚₊໒🥧꒱kai writes₊˚#˚₊໒🍨꒱pasteru₊˚#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #hyoma chigiri x reader #╰┈➤ hyoma chigiri

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zerotwentysims · 1 year

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Modern Family Mansion IX

Contemporary luxury family mansion for your Sims. This a second take on trying to blend in a modern house into the surroundings of The Crumbling Isle in Windenburg. Fully furnished CC build.

Main level : entry, cloak room, formal living room, formal dining room, 2 half baths, family seating area, kitchen, chef's kitchen, garage (skill building area), guest bedroom (with its own bathroom, would also be a great nursery), master bedroom (with its own living room, her/his bathrooms connected to each other through a walk-trough shower, large walk-in closet and terrace) and a outdoor deck with a seating area and kitchen garden.

Lower level : 5 bedrooms each with a private bathroom (one staged as a butler's studio), lounge area with a bar, games area, cinema, sauna, gym, wine room, full bathroom, half bath, office and laundry/utility room.

Basement : vault. This basement has 2 entries and is ideal for future expansions (perhaps a bowling area or nightclub).

Gardens : 2 pools, hot tub, seating areas and firepit.

Lot size : 64x64, designed for the Von Windenburg Estate lot in Windenburg. This lot looks also good on the Dresden House lot.

Packs used for the exterior/shell and gardens : Eco Lifestyle, Spa Day, Get Famous, Get Together, City Living, Desert Luxe and Island Paradise. Many others for the interior.

I won't upload a CC Free version since there too many elements in this build that just won't look good without CC in my opinion. On request I could send/upload the shell without CC though.

Available on the gallery, ID : zerotwenty-sims (please tick "include Custom Content", or download the TrayFiles directly below)

In case of any questions : please feel free to drop a line

Free CC used from following amazing creators:

ZeroTwentySims : Marble Walls Part 2, Basic Walls, Basic Glossy Walls, Basic Floors, Slate Tile Recolor and Fireplace strip (all included in the Misc CC Zip Pack)

KTA : Marble Floors 5, Marble Walls 3, Mural 25 Volume 2 and Panel 9

Nickname : Fireplace Stone

Sevarinka : Modern Ceiling Lights Set (Gamma and Beta), Jorden Living Chair and Wella Living Round Mirror

Harlix : Bafroom, Baysic, Baysic Bathroom, Harluxe, Jardane, Livin'Rum, Orjanic and Kichen

Harrie : Heritage, Brownstone, Brutalist, Coastal, Halcyon, Octave, Spoons and Shop the look

Felixandre : Berlin, Chateau, Colonial, Fayun, Grove, Shop the look S1 and S2, Florence, Gatsby and Kyoto

BrazenLotus : Within Reach

Blue Teas : Largo Dining

Cowbuild : Millionaire Living Room

Angela : Low Fence

FIW : Basic Waterfall Short Footprint

IllogicalSims : Simkea

LittleDica : Sleek Slumber Wallpaper

Peacemaker : Caine Living

Pierisim : MCM Bedroom and MCM Bathroom

Ravasheen : Uplifting Elevators

Simplistic : RH Rugs

Syboulette : Artus and Elevare

TudTuds : Wave, 2nd Wave, Beam I&II, Cave, EMA, IND, MIRR, NCTR and Vime

BreezeMotors : decorative cars (these are paid, optional)

SimFileShare : Misc CC Pack, contains my own CC + items that I coulnd't link directly

SimFileShare : Trayfiles

#sims 4 build #sims4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 download #sims 4 #ts4 download #ts4 build #the sims 4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 lot #showusyourbuilds #cc build #zt-builds

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carrickbender · 1 year

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Saturday 6:

1. I just heard somebody in the show, "the half of it" say the phrase aloud, "the gateway to greatness is Wenatchee". And having been there, numerous times, I honestly wonder if it's ever been said before. (If you know, you know...)

2. Speaking of the east side, I finished my Lean 6 green belt practicum on Tuesday. It felt good to walk down all of the reasons why our company leader was wrong about his root cause suggestion, and why our countermeasures were clutch. We got an 88%, which means I'm now a green belt. Sad part? I had to write out every word I was going to say. Thanks long covid... but it was cogent, and swaying, and we did well.

3. I performed my end-of-quarter ritual tonight- I cleaned up the note detritus from finals week and boxed up the notes and work from the quarter I wanted to keep. It feels good to be so close to the end- a quick but hard-core summer quarter, a capstone class plus 2 fillers in the fall, then it's on to my MBA and a real job. Speaking of which, somebody finally said they want me yesterday afternoon. It's super part time till they know what I can do, but it's a start...

4. All of that being said, I shot myself in the foot with my FIN 370 class. I did awful on my final, and I only needed 30 points out of 100 on the final project to get a solid C. I guess part of my brain knows that all I'm ever hoping to need is working knowledge of NPV, IRR and MIRR, but the prof did nothing but confuse me. If I learned anything, his lectures were not the font. Thankfully the university knows, and he's not teaching it next fall.

5. On the home front, Buggy has a bug. We woke up to vomit, and he was a rotating mess of vomiting and drinking water all say. We were cleaning all day, which lead us to discover a truth about our dog: he's a stress pooper. H was running the vacuum, I was out starting a load of soiled stuffs, walk in the door and (si)Cabo was taking a dump on the floor, looking petrified. He'd already been out, gone poop, but the stress just pushes Mr Anxiety over the edge. I swear, the under 5 crowd in this house does everything in concert, including falling apart.

6. I need to thank @redsimple for the conversation that inspired the lines about Trump's bathroom, "a chandelier in the shitter, carpet near the throne, if you hit it with a black light, you're really on your own". Truly, carpeted bathrooms are the perfect allegory for DeSantis's Florida! But apparently there's no carpet, but who puts brown-ish coloured flooring in a bathroom and a chandelier on the john? I mean...

Anyhow, sorry for being a ghost and not finishing a few conversations this week. I hope yall are doing OK, cause I know a lot of us aren't. Much love- we can do this together.

#me #this is my life #dadlife #singer songwriter #henry adam #exhausted #washington state #eastern washington #its a trainwreck #oh btw #ill tell ya later #seriously bad things have arrived in grays harbor

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ohanahoku-ao3 · 10 months

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Whumptober Day 23

This may be my favorite prompt fill so far. Hope you all like it! This is a continuation of my new Teen Wolf series, Tethered by the Shadows, so check that out first if you haven't! <3

Teen & Up - Gen - Teen Wolf

Control

It was the weekend, five days since the incident, and Stiles still hadn’t slept. He was running on fumes, on caffeine and energy drinks that could only help for so long. He knew that avoiding sleep wasn’t sustainable. He knew he had to face it eventually, and at the rate things were going, it would happen sooner rather than later. If he kept pushing himself, it would be out of his control, and Stiles didn’t want that to happen. He had to control the situation, and that meant he had to welcome sleep willingly, a terrifying concept but one he couldn’t avoid.

Thankfully, Stiles had a foolproof plan.

After a late dinner, the sheriff left for his night shift, and Stiles watched his father leave through the blinds in the living room. As soon as the car disappeared from view, he moved into action. Firstly, he went around the house, locking every door and window as a precaution. It was less to protect himself and more to ensure the safety of anyone who might come by. The window shades were pulled on every window, and Stiles even went so far as to connect the mountain ash he had lined the house with shortly after the Kanima incident. The black dust fell through his fingers with a quiet ‘shh,’ and Stiles held his breath as he completed the circuit, imagining the forcefield it would make around his house. He exhaled shakily when it was done, always a bit breathless after working with the ash.

A water bottle was procured from the kitchen, and Stiles moved to his room, surveying it for a moment before setting the bottle on his desk. He moved to the bed, reaching under it and dragging a storage box out from underneath. Metal gleamed when he popped the lid off, and Stiles hesitated for a moment before reaching in and grabbing the heavy chains. He pulled them out and looked at his desk with a critical eye before painstakingly wrapping the chains around the heavy wooden furniture. He checked to ensure they were tightly fastened and sure not to slip and reached into the box again, producing a set of sturdy manacles. After Scott had broken the handcuffs that night, Stiles had prepared for the future. Of course, he never wanted to have to chain Scott up again. It was merely a precaution and one he hadn’t foreseen as a tool he’d use on himself. Funny how that worked out.

The manacles were carefully threaded through the chain and set on the floor. Stiles’ gaze lingered on them for a while, rubbing his thumb over the teeth of the small key that unlocked them, pressing the sharp mountains into his skin. At length, he set the key down next to them and pulled himself away. His sleeping bag and pillow found their way to the floor next to the desk, and Stiles huffed a breath of mild amusement to himself as he set the water bottle down next to them. If he ignored the chains, it would almost be like he and Scott were camping inside the way they did as kids. Not that Scott was going to be joining him. His best friend knew nothing about this, and that’s how Stiles wanted it, at least for the time being. Scott wouldn’t understand the situation. He had complete faith in the Yukimura’s and would likely assume Stiles was just being paranoid. He'd protest Stiles putting the chains on, thinking that he was enough to keep Stiles safe from his nightmares. But in truth, it was more than probable that Scott would be the one who needed the protection the chains provided. Scott wouldn’t be helpful in this situation, and Stiles knew that. He was alone, and it was fine. He had it under control.

With his plan nearly ready, Stiles headed to the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth. He stared listlessly at the floor while he brushed his teeth, eyes catching on a fragment of glass from the broken mirror. It sat in the corner, silently mocking him from the spot his father must’ve missed when the sheriff cleaned up Stiles’ mess. He left without picking it up, feet carrying him down the hall and into not his room but the glorified closet that had once been his mother’s sewing room. He walked in, ignoring the memories of his mother as he grabbed the huge, square mirror tucked away in the corner of the room. The mirror was soon propped up against Stiles’ bed, across from his sleeping bag, and Stiles stared down at the reflection of his feet for a moment before glancing towards the window nearest his bed. He grabbed the tilt rod, twisting it until the blinds separated just enough to let a little light in once he flipped the switch.

A yawn overtook him as he stepped away from the window, and he took his time getting dressed, letting himself feel the onset of exhaustion in a way he hadn’t let himself dwell on in several days. The sleepless nights had taken a toll on him. He could feel it in the way his muscles ached, how his very bones felt weary and discouraged as they held him up. His eyes felt bloodshot hot, and one of his eyes had developed a subtle twitch sometime during the last forty-eight hours. His hands shook in a mixture of tiredness and anxiety, and his head felt too heavy to keep upright. All this to say that Stiles needed sleep desperately, and he was finally ready to surrender to that need.

He surveyed the room one more time before flipping the switch. Light leaked through the slitted blinds, pale and weak from the streetlamps outside. Stiles’s heart sped up as he shuffled to his sleeping bag through the dark. He slipped his legs into the bedroll and found the key on the floor, heart racing as he held the tiny bit of metal in his hand. It would work. His plan was foolproof.

With a short cry of determination, Stiles threw the key away from him, watching as it hit the wall beneath the window and fell into the dark below it. Immediately, he wanted to go after it, heart pounding in his ears as he held himself back. He was going to sleep. He was going to confront the thing inside him on his own terms, and the chains were necessary to ensure he couldn’t hurt himself. Or anyone else.

The metal was cold as it closed around his wrists, and Stiles’ breath hitched as panic-fueled adrenaline flooded through him. Suddenly, he felt like he was back in Eichen House’s basement, trapped and hurt and terrified as the Nogitsune paced around in the dark. He wasn’t back there, though. He was home, in his room, and the chains on his wrists would keep him safe. He wasn’t trapped; he was protected in this way. He just had to ignore the panic, breathe through it, and calm himself down. Slowly, while taking practiced breaths, Stiles slid further into the sleeping bag, laying his head down on his pillow as he closed his eyes. He could do this. It was going to be fine. He was in control.

Following that train of thought, Stiles turned his head, staring at himself in the mirror for the first time since the incident. His reflection stared back, a perfect imitation with no indication that it wasn’t him. Its hand moved when his did, and in the minimal lighting, he could see its mouth moved along with his. “This time, we’ll do this my way. I’m the one in control, not you.” He waited a moment for a response, and when none came, he looked away and closed his eyes. With a slow breath, Stiles let the exhaustion take over and tumbled headlong into slumber.

Tethered by the Shadows

“Stiles.” A voice called to him. “Stiles, I know you can hear me. Wake up and face me.”

Stiles’ eyes snapped open as he woke with a jolt, arms flailing through an aborted movement as the chains limited his mobility.

“There he is. The man with a plan.” The voice mocked, and when Stiles looked over, his reflection stared back at him. The moon had come out, and its light streamed through the blinds, its pale blue shine casting a ladder of shadows onto the floor between them. It was brighter than the streetlamps, and as Stiles’ eyes adjusted, he could make out his rogue reflection in whole. “Didn’t think this through very well, did you, Stiles? After all, who’s going to unlock you come morning?”

The shadow was staring down at him, sitting up with its hands listlessly laid in its lap while Stiles was still lying on his back. Looking up at it, Stiles couldn’t help but feel small under the thing’s gaze in the mirror. He scrambled to sit up, ignoring the look of amusement on the shadow’s face. “I don’t care.” He spat. “I’ll tell the others, and we’ll find some way to get rid of you. For good this time.”

A hum answered him, and the shadow reached up to itch its nose in an oddly normal gesture that made Stiles feel off-kilter. The reflection glanced at its fingers and made a flicking motion like he was brushing away dead skin from his fingers. “I don’t think you will.” It said, dark gaze finding Stiles once more. “I think you’re too scared to tell them about me.”

“I’m not afraid.” Stiles retorted, clenching his hands into fists as he glared at the mirror.

“It does you no service to lie to me, Stiles.” The thing answered with a smirk. “You’re terrified of what they may do to you. They may have to kill you for real, isn’t that right? Or worse? Perhaps they’ll put you back in Eichen for good this time.” It suggested, and Stiles couldn’t hide his flinch at the idea. A wicked smile gleamed in the mirror, and the shadow leaned forward as far as the manacles on his wrists would let him. “You think you’re crazy, don’t you, Stiles?”

Stiles found himself leaning away from the reflection, pressing his shoulder into the desk behind him. His heart raced as he stared into those manic eyes, but he didn’t deny it. The shadow wasn’t just in the mirror but in his head, and Stiles’ lies wouldn’t fool either of them.

The shadow tutted, leaning back and looking down at their- its wrists. “I suppose they’ll believe it too when they see you like this, hm?” The questioning hum sent chills down Stiles’ spine.

“They won’t. They’ll believe me when I tell them about you.” Stiles said, his throat feeling too dry. He reached for the water bottle beside him, willing his heart to stop beating so fast as he took a drink. He was in control. The shadow couldn’t do anything like this. He set the water bottle back down and lifted his head to meet the reflection’s eyes. “I’ve trapped you. You can’t do anything while I’m tied up like this. You have no control.”

“Don’t I?” The shadow asked, and a spark of mischief in its eyes had Stiles’ heart rate ratcheting back up. Its head tilted toward the window, and Stiles’ head whipped to the right when he heard the soft sound of something dragging across the carpet.

Panic wrapped its hand around Stiles’ throat, and his eyes widened as he watched the key slide into the first stripe of light on the floor. Speechless, he watched as the blind’s shadow bent and enveloped the key, pushing it forward, each strip of darkness following suit as the key was slowly nudged across the room.

“You forget I’m much more than a mere reflection, Stiles.” The Nogitsune said with a grin as the reflection grabbed the key once it got close enough.

“No. No, stop!” Stiles finally managed to find his voice, letting go of the breath he’d been holding. His chest heaved with panic as his facade of control crumbled around him. The key was inserted into the manacles, and Stiles screamed in time with their click before everything went dark.

When Stiles woke in the morning, he was tucked into his bed, and only the evidence of the night before was the chafing around his wrists.

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lazydreamsublime · 2 years

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Do You Pinky Promise

CH.4

I Keep Tryin' Just To Make It To The End Of The Day You Know I Hate It

Summary: You should've been more aware! Why were you even thinking!? What in your mind made you think this was a great idea!? How can you be so careless? ..... Where do you go from here? You need to take steps, SOMETHING needs to happen. But what?

Triggers: There is drug abuse, there is violence, different kinds of smokes and child abuse in this story. Please be mindful of the following content.

Silco x addict!f!reader

AO3 Chapter1 Chapter2 Chapter3

Three days.

You've stayed home for three days.

Doing nothing.

Laying in your torn up, old pjs, being angry at yourself.

You haven’t taken any pills since that night. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at the bottle.

Knowing it was half empty.

You decided that someone pissed you off, ‘so you must take more opioids to help you calm down’.

The hell were you thinking?

Now a guy lost his leg, and is being prepped as a new installation in the chem berserkers.

You sit up on the couch you were laying on, and stare at the three bottles of pills that sit on the coffee table in front of you. The two that Sevika brought you that same night, and the one that Silco teased you with. The one you took one too many from.

You can feel the itch - the NEED to take some.

‘Why do you let him control you?’

Why do you?

‘You are allowing him to control you even from this distance.’

You glare defiantly at the bottle. A fucking bottle.

You can hear it laughing. It sounds like his. That mocking laugh he always had when things went his way.

‘Aaaww! Poor girly got too much candy! Look at the mess she made trying to walk!’

The bottles behind sound like his friends. Laughing with him.

That bastard deserves to be burned alive.

You shake your head, make the thoughts go away. That’s the last place your mind needs to go right now. Change it, now.

It doesn’t work of course, your mind can’t help but go back to that night. Instead, you think about the end of it. How warm Silco’s embrace was, how comforting and soft his voice sounded. How he walked you home, and shared stories of his own childhood.

He tried to make you feel less alone. The asshole who always invaded your privacy and annoyed you one way or another. Each one of his visits was like a jab at you, trying to get under your skin.

‘Still wearing the same attire? Why not wear something nicer?’

‘I work at a factory, not a fucking brothel. Now can you not bother me while I’m loading shimmer on a transport please?’

You actually smile at the memory. That was one of his first surprise visits, before the whole missing shimmer debacle. When you think back, he almost seemed at ease. You’ve never seen him work with anyone else so you can’t really compare, but you're sure that he’s at least comfortable around you.

You at least tried to annoy him back. Never seemed to work though.

'Copious. Isn't that a weird word? Like, who came up with it and thought that's an awesome word?'

'Is this what you spend your time doing instead of working?'

'Only when I'm high.'

You wouldn't call it a friendship, but there was some sort of ease that was between you two. Not sure what to call it yet.

You go into your bathroom to rinse your face off in the sink. You look up into your broken mirror, pieces of glass missing from the frame. You’re not being able to make out anything other than the color of your eyes and your hair. You truly can’t remember what you look like.

Has it really been that long?

Well, this is as good a start as any.

You rummage through your junk drawer until you feel a thin handle. You pull it out and see you found your mother’s old hand mirror. It came with a cover so the glass wouldn’t break easy when not in use.

She gave it to you when you left home.

‘Don't lose yourself in the dark streets of the night. They can do more to your psyche than you think.’

Maybe you should’ve taken that to heart.

You take a deep breath, face the mirror towards you, and remove the cover.

It took everything in you to not drop the thing. Staring back at you was a face you haven’t seen in almost twenty years. Ever since you left home. And now you remember why.

A scar.

A deep ugly scar that started from your right brow and ended at the bottom of your left cheek.

You remember how you got it. You remember having nightmares about it.

You remember wanting to forget it.

You didn’t think you’d succeed. Especially not this effectively.

You’ve decided, this will now be step one. Everyday, take a good look at yourself. And right now, you look terrible. That’s going to change.

Time for step two, admitting your weaknesses and your defeat.

But you had to do it in a certain way.

You get dressed in some clean clothes, trying to put some effort into your appearance for a change. You take another look at yourself in the propped up hand mirror and quickly try to style your hair differently.

Emphasis on TRY.

You shrugged it off, moved on to shoving all the pill bottles in a bag and walked out the door.

You walked for a good half hour before you arrived at The Last Drop. Ignoring the deafening music, you made your way through the crowd.

It hits you that you've never been here before. You just know this is a base of sorts.

A hand grabs your shoulder and you swerve around to see Sevika. She doesn’t try to speak knowing she won’t be heard over the noise. Instead she starts guiding you over to the stairs towards the back. Once you reach them she signals you to keep walking up, before you question it she blends with the crowd once more.

So you walk up and enter a long hallway filled with doors.

You find this big important looking one, think ‘fuck it’, and open it without knocking.

There he is. Sitting in a fancy looking chair, leaning over a fancy desk, drinking out of a fancy cup.

Everything about this screams ‘snob’. You have half a mind to comment on it, make a joke out of it, but this was far too serious to ignore. You had to do this if you wanted to break free.

“I’m busy.” He doesn’t even look up to see who just walked in without knocking. So you take that as an invitation despite what he just said.

You close the door, walk up to his desk, and set the bag of pills on his desk. He finally looks up to see who’s disturbed his work. If he’s surprised it’s you, he doesn’t give off any hints.

You both just look at each other for a moment. You’re having second thoughts.

NO.

You’re committed.

You look him dead in the eyes, still remembering his question.

You finally have an answer.

“Cause I wanted to prove I could beat him.”

He hums and sits back, giving you his full attention.

“When I was seven, my dad left home to become an enforcer. He wanted to make a difference. He never came back. Two years later, mommy hated being alone, so much so she preferred an abusive asshole over nothing at all. What she didn’t know was that he’s a drug lord. He gets all sorts of medical shit from topside, either sells it as is or makes something new with it.”

He never interrupts, he doesn’t make any faces. He just sits there and listens.

“I of course didn’t immediately become an addict when he ‘forced them down my throat’, but I remember how I did.”

You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, you refuse to break now. It doesn’t matter that you’ve never talked to anyone about this before, it doesn’t matter that the first person will be Silco. He asked a question.

He’ll get his answer.

“One day, when I was fourteen, my mother was acting strange. She was loopy, one could say high. I guess in a way she was. Skipping ahead a bit, she was so out of it, she wondered….what my face would look like covered in blood. She just had to find out. So she took a kitchen knife and made a slow deep cut across my face. Didn't matter how much I screamed for her to stop.”

You took another breath.

“Dickhead came later with the pills saying they’d help numb the pain. He was telling the truth about that. What he didn’t share was the euphoria that would shoot through your brain when taking it, and how it can alter your nerves by making you feel the pain if you ever stop using it even though the wounds long since healed. So once I started taking it with a cut across my face, I couldn’t stop. Even now, with only three days of no meds, I can feel my face burning. And it’s only going to get worse

Your brows furrowed.

“But I don’t care. I want you to keep those damn things as far away from me as possible. Lock them away if you have to. I will not be looking at another pill bottle until I’m clean and free.”

He hums again, his eyes straying away from yours in thought. He stands and rounds his desk slowly.

"I must admit. I was confident you'd be killing him by now."

"Don't get it twisted, he WILL DIE. But I want to show him that he doesn't control me anymore first."

He looks up at you again. "What prompted this?"

"When I took that guy's leg."

"What does that have to do with the medication?"

"Silco, I overdosed. I was so pissed off that my fucked up brain immediately went to the pills and I didn't think twice! The bastard got what he deserved, don't go thinking I'm squeamish or anything like that. Hell, I've taken lives before. But here's the difference. I was in control of myself in those situations, I wasn't in that factory. I wasn't focused."

"And yet you did exactly what you set out to do. If you hadn't taken the pills, what would you have done differently?"

"I would have broken his fingers, or possibly an arm. Those can heal! An obliterated limb can't! It was a done deal that he was to become a Chem Berserker, kinda hard to set him up with a missing fucking limb."

"That's what prosthetics are for."

"You're missing the fucking POINT Silco. 'I' didn't do that. Brent did!!"

…..You've always avoided saying his name ….how pathetic are you?

Silco saw as you tried to hide the shock you felt as you turned your face away. He decided not to comment on it thankfully.

"You truly wish for me to hold on to them?"

Desperation is clear in your eyes as you look back at him. "Please."

He didn't move, just looked at you. Then he opened the bag, took out the half open bottle and placed it on the desk.

Your fingers twitched - need is flowing through you, and your scar burns more now.

Silco focused on your hands, his eyes following then as you brought one to your face. Pressing on the old cut in hopes to ease the pain.

"You're overestimating yourself."

"What?" You fix him with a glare that can kill. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you think you can just overcome any obstacle that comes before you. And while you have continued to impress me with your work ethic, intellect, and intuition. I'm afraid I don't have much confidence in this idea of yours. Even now, only three days in, you're too temperamental."

Damn it. You look away as you can't argue with him there.

"So I offer a compromise." He proceeded to open the bottle. "One pill." He places it in his hand and offers it to you. "We will wean you off instead of cutting you off entirely. One pill to merely help with the pain, the bottle will remain here to ward off temptation of more."

You sighed, it made sense. You wanted to just rip the bandaid off and be done. You were impatient.

You took the pill, pain subsiding slightly.

"Only come back here when the pain is intolerable."

One thing is still bugging you about this whole exchange however.

"Why are you helping me so much?"

He pauses from locking up the medication in a wall safe.

"You could have let me suffer through it and find out the hard way. And I'm sure you're aware Santos can take over from me just fine."

He finished up his part and looked directly at you.

"I suppose I should take a hint from yesterday's example and provide you with the truth."

You send him a light glare at the jab, but wait for his answer.

"However, I have a better idea." He smirks at your confused look.

You hate how good it looks on him.

Wait.

No.

That's withdrawal talking. Yeah that's a thing.

"How long did it take you to form an answer for my question again? A month?"

He takes a seat at his desk again, "Let's see what happens in that time. And maybe I'll give you an answer."

….Ok fair. You hated it, but you can tell he wanted a rise out of you. Just like before. He's like a child wanting the attention on him.

He annoyed the hell out of you, but you weren't going to argue over this. He was already helping you. No need to push for details that aren't important.

You nodded your head, "Understood, I guess I'll see you around then, boss."

"And good day to you, manager."

You left, feeling lighter, yet heavier at the same time.

“So how was your talk?”

Behind you is a slim teen with long blue twin braids.The Eye of Zaun’s wild child. People fear Jinx almost as much as Silco. But just like him, you’re not going to kick her ass. Besides, she wears an almost evil smile on her face, she looks like a good distraction.

“Little girls like you shouldn’t be eavesdropping. Don’t you have a diary to get to?”

“Ew. No. But, nice try though. Come on, tell me something!”

“What's there to tell? You’re not even a part of it.”

“With how much talk there’s been about you here? I might as well be at this point.”

The, what?

‘What kind of talk?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about anything bad. You’re pretty much my dad’s new obsession.”

‘Obsession’? Just how often does he mention you? What the fuck was even saying? What was there to be said!?

“Ok! So you obviously know me, Jinx, hi. And I obviously know you,” She said your name very giddily. “So, I propose that we get to know each other!”

You stare at her, with the biggest ‘WHAT’ look. This was a red flag, you just had to engage, you’re in it deep enough with these people, gods you shouldn’t have gone to Silco of all people for help.

“What do you like to do for fun?”

What?

This is what she wanted to know? Your hobbies?

“Uh, I used to go dirt biking.”

“Well why’d you stop?”

“As fun as it can be, admittedly it’s more enjoyable with the right company.”

“Well then, let’s go!”

“Wha - what are we doing?”

“We’re finding out if I’m the right company!”

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Villa Amandri

Hello Simmers, come and relax at your private villa in the deep Jungles of Selvadorada. This build is inspired by overgrown brutalism and focuses on bringing the outdoor nature indoor.

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cheenagcboy4 · 3 months

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