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byproducts-of-my-imagination · 2 years ago

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Everyone Hates Todo Except You

The best part about Todo is that you don’t have to put yandere in front of him because his normal behavior already screams delusional and obsessive. You cannot convince me that he doesn’t sniff all your things as soon as you’re not looking. He’s just so intense. I love this man, need to catch up on jjk.

~1k words. Thank you to whoever requested this and I hope you enjoy!

At the Kyoto branch, nobody really bothers sticking their nose in Todo’s business. But when there’s an enormous mound of trash bags outside his room that just keeps getting bigger, concerning glances and eyebrow raises no longer cut it. Normally his antics earn a side eye or two, but lately it’s been a little much, even for him. At the breakfast table the next day, the girls decide to draw straws to see who has to tell him to move his shit.

“It’s not fair! Why do I have to do it?” Miwa groans, cursing her bad luck for the thousandth time.

“It is fair, you just happened to draw the short straw now go deal with it! We'll back you up.” Mai grins, knowing full well she rigged it.

Kasumi Miwa would rather be doing literally anything else at this moment. She timidly knocks on the door, and says, “Todo? Could you move all this stuff please? You’re starting to block the hallway.”

“Yeah I’ll get to it whenever I get the rest of this junk cleaned up. Don’t worry there’s no food waste so there shouldn’t be any smell.”

“B-but Todo…. It's been almost a week now…” The only response was the muted sound of shuffling.

Miwa looks back in defeat at her so-called “back up” as they peek from behind the corner. Their best bet now is to get one of the boys to convince him. And if they fail it’s straight to Utahime-sensei.

Todo looks at his room, emptier than it’s ever been. He knew this was the likeliest outcome. Takada-chan was a beloved idol, and even if she liked him back (which he thought she might have at some point) there was no way she could be with him. He knew, but it doesn't mean it hurt any less. There were years of carefully collected merch, thousands of dollars being stuffed into trash bags to be thrown away. But instead of the despair he carefully denied for years, he didn’t feel any loss throwing away all the autographed posters and pictures. No, he had something much better now, someone who could actually be with him in this wretched, boring world. He had his wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful, perfect in every way girlfriend. And while you weren’t aware that you were destined to be with him yet, he would make sure you’d know soon. As soon as he finished purging his space of Takada-chan (it wouldn’t do to have pictures of an old flame) he’d confess.

A few days later he was tying up the last trash bag, ready to enact his plan. He asked you to meet him under the largest tree in the forest on the edge of the training field. Several hypothetical scenarios floated through his mind, and he focused on the one where you’d enthusiastically said you loved him back and then he married you and had many children. As he neared the confession site, Todo felt yet another arrow go through his heart as you came into view. I’ll never get tired of seeing her.

“Todo, is everything okay? What’s up?” A shiver ran down Todo’s spine, goosebumps rising. God, even your voice was perfect.

“I love you. Promise me, y/n. That we’ll spend the rest of our lives together.” He got down on one knee like a proposal, looking up at you like a devout follower.

“Todo… I don’t know about the rest of our lives but why don’t we start with a date? I like you too.” While you were a bit taken aback by his forwardness, you brush it off as Todo being Todo. You never disliked his honesty and unabashedness.

“My girlfriend!! I knew you felt the same!” A single tear ran down Todo’s face.

Back to the dorms, it wasn’t long before everyone found out and congregated at your room to badger you with questions.

“Ugh that gorilla? You guys are dating now?” Nishimiya asked, firmly believing Todo to be an improper and inadequate boyfriend.

“I thought he only had eyes for that idol Takado or whatever,” Miwa chimes.

“It’s Takada,” Mai corrects, not able to make eye contact with Nishimiya’s suspicious glance in her direction.

“We’re dating now! He just asked me out, and he’s really good to me.” you reply, thinking of how Todo insisted on carrying you back to the dorms, gently setting you down before running off saying he needed to ‘prepare’.

“You can do way better than Todo, trust us.” The girls all nod in agreement. However, Todo is outside your room balancing a tray of perfectly cooked lunch and a cold pitcher of water.

“What are you guys talking about?” he knows already, but wants to hear them say it to his face.

“How y/n is too good for the likes of you.” Mai minces no words for Todo. With the uncomfortable tension rising, the Kyoto girls hastily make an exit.

“My love, I made lunch for us. I know I am not handsome, or come from wealth and a good sorcerer family like some of our classmates. But I will be devoted. I will never stray from you, I’d die if you asked me to.” he says, as he sets the meal on your small desk, pulling out utensils and napkins. His normal confidence seems to waver a bit, and it seems that not even Todo is immune to worrying about what other people think of him.

“Todo, don’t worry about what they say and please don’t say you’ll die for me. I like you a lot, I wouldn’t have accepted your confession if I didn’t. I also think you’re quite handsome.”

“You love me back?” he whispers, kneeling at the edge of your bed, looking up at you. While it’s a bit too early to tell, Todo’s hopeful, reverent look has you obliging him.

“I do love you back.” He embraces you, and you can hear his heartbeat in his bare chest. It feels good to be loved so wholeheartedly, and you’ll give him all the love you have to repay him.

#x reader #yandere #jujutsu kaisen #aoi todo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere x reader #todo x reader #yandere todo #aoi toudou #yandere jjk #jjk #aoi todo x reader #requested #hurt/comfort #jjk x reader #todo fluff #but also yandere bc that's just how he is in my mind

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multiheadcanons · 21 days ago

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I MAY BE A DAY LATE BUT I’LL NEVER BE A DOLLAR SHORT. SITUATIONS TO PUT THE BLU TEAM IN THAT WOULD LEAD TO THE SLOPPIEST SEX IMAGINABLE.

scout: scout isn’t easy to sex up on a good day. which means he needs to have a great day. and it needs to seem like it was all his doing. the biggest hurdle for this is battle. it is a requirement that he needs to have a good day on the field, or he won’t be able to get it up. if he dies more than five times, it’s off the table. your best bet is to pay off the red team (or ask very, very nicely) to give the kid a break. if you can succeed on this, scout takes care of the rest. he’ll be in great spirits. he’ll invite you out. put on your prettiest clothes, go with him, and listen. intently. the second biggest hurdle is gassing up his ego without making it seem like there are ulterior motives. you are smooth talking him out of his clothes. he needs to feel confident enough to kiss you come the end of it. let nature take its course from there.

soldier: soldier is unarguably the easiest, but it helps if you have a good grasp on the american english language. because you can just let him know exactly how you want him. and if he likes you, he’s gonna do it. but the more detailed you can get, the more into it he’s gonna be. tell him you want him to corner you in the deepest corners of the base. tell him you’ll meet him in the ac vents. tell him you’re going on a date and you want him to come and ruin it. tell him to take a fucking shower and tie himself to the bed in a pair of silk blue panties and frilly socks. let him gnash his teeth until the time comes to see you. because he will ask why he can’t take you now.

pyro: pyro is a dog. loyal, steadfast, a little stupid, but always eager to please. and pyro loves to roleplay. do you want to play house? you want to play cops and robbers? they guess you could be a sexy nurse, but if the doctor found out you both would probably get an earful. but if you’re into that, then they can play along. anything that even further removes pyro from the reality they live in, while also hard hitting pyro’s brain with so much dopamine they are actively tweaking, no dope necessary, will get pyro enthusiastically involved. you can really just start throwing scenarios at the wall and see what sticks. don’t get too carried away.

demo: demo would never use this word for himself, but it is still a very accurate term. demo is a gentleman. you already have to know that he’s not going to have sex with you drunk. and you’re going to use this against him. this is also a prime method to get the man sober if you can keep up with him and his bad attitude when he is. you’re going to tell him every day you want to have sex. then you’re going to come up missing for the rest of the day. when you see him again tomorrow, apologize (you are going to have to damn near grovel, he’s going to be upset. he hates being stood up) and set another time for that day. keep track of how many times you do this, you can get away with it no more than five times before you have permanently landed yourself on his shit list. and that number can change if you aren’t putting everything into your apologies. when he is almost completely disregarding your apologies, even as you cling to his feet, you’re gonna go wait for him in his room. ass naked. he cannot mistake what you are in his room for. and he will thank the gods.

heavy: if you’re already fucking this guy, this is going to be a lot easier to do. just ignore him. leave rooms when he enters, don’t speak to him, don’t look in his direction, he is nothing and he doesn’t exist. heavy will not think about this until you’re about a month in and he realizes that you two haven’t shared a single word with each other. you will not let up on this, though, because surrendering now will just give him what he wants. stay alert, and keep ignoring him. even as he approaches you in public. don’t interact with him. interacting with him in public is losing. there will be a day. when you enter your room, and he is in there, and there is nowhere to go. and he’s going to sound madder than he is. he is desperate to know what he did. and why you won’t look at him. and why you won’t speak to him. and what he can do to set things right. and all you have to do is let him know.

engineer: if you get this man drunk enough and on a dance floor— any dance floor; you are getting back in that vehicle to sloppy toppy. but he’s gotta be drunk, and the music has to be lively. if it is not lively, he will make it lively. and he needs drinks to do that. monitor that, by the way, if he’s too drunk he might just end up vomiting on you, and you’re not getting anything. cut him off by five alcoholic beverages, he can have a pickleback with a quarter of a shot of jameson as a treat if he’s able to keep his wits about him. and when he is in a place that raises his energy, raises his mood, makes him feel good about himself, he’s ready to make anyone feel even better.

medic: this man would be the only man who this can be pulled on and it work. argue with this man. all the time. every day. slick remarks under your breath, and when he asks you what you said (and he knows what you said), deny it. deny it until he doesn’t even bother to ask you anymore. and don’t let up. the questions become irritated groans, and nasty stares. test his patience, and grate his nerves. then invite him out for dinner. be normal until you get your appetizer. then kick it into the highest gear imaginable. start an argument in the restaurant. the doctor cannot stand to be embarrassed in public. you may not make it to the entree before he snatches you out of your seat and drags you from the restaurant, throwing cash on the table. you think you’re just so smart. he is going to fix that. he doesn’t realize this was the end goal.

sniper: sniper gets so incredibly desperate when his off days get close. he enjoys his job, don’t get him wrong, but those days off are a gift. at that point, it’s really about being the first person he lays eyes on that he has a connection with. and it is better if he knows you. he can skip the small talk. if you force it, he’ll have it; it is very lackluster. yep, it’s his day off, he’s really happy to have it; did you say you had your own apartment again? was that you? oh, it was? perfect. and the greatest part is, sniper frequents the same five places. the man doesn’t deviate from his off day routine. if you want to find him, you can absolutely do that. just don’t tell him you went out of your way to find him. it’ll creep him out. but he will be so ready to experience his infrequent days off that he will not bat an eye at an “oh my god, i didn’t expect to see you here!”

spy: spy is arguably the easiest one, if he likes you. and if he doesn’t, good luck. join him on a solo contract. he doesn’t get them as often as his counterpart does, but he does get them. if you’re an asset, he’ll let you join him inside. otherwise, you wait in the car with the doors locked until you hear the knocking on the door. you need to get inside and you need to get blood on your hands. you have to show that you are a force to be reckoned with. and that him having you is better than whatever he currently has going on. you are any percent no hit running this contract. if you are injured, this will not work. and do not go for the intel. you will bring attention to his position, and then he’s really not fucking you. this contract must be completed without so much as a hitch. if you are a being born of violence, don’t worry if you get lost in the blood sauce. just keep killing people. he’ll come to collect you. and, if you are unharmed, and causing mass damage, he will be thoroughly impressed. he won’t split the money with you, but he’ll give you what you want.

#team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 pyro #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 demo

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 9 months ago

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External scenario pressures Brazilian real to lowest level in 2 months

Chance of Republican victory in White House, Congress affects emerging markets

The positive sentiment in local markets, buoyed by more favorable fiscal signals from the Brazilian government, was short-lived. External factors once again dominated the movements of domestic assets on Tuesday, with increased bets on a win by Republican Donald Trump in the U.S. presidential election significantly impacting emerging markets. The sharp drop in oil prices also played a role in the session, marked by a surge in the exchange rate and future interest rates.

The possibility of a “red wave,” with a Republican victory in both the White House and Congress, gained traction in betting markets. According to the betting site Polymarket, which compiles options involving both the presidential race winner and the majority in the Lower House and Senate, there is now a 40% chance of a “red wave,” which has rattled emerging markets.

In the Brazilian market, the real weakened to R$5.6565 to the dollar, the highest FX rate in two months. The interbank deposit (DI) rate for January 2029 futures soared from 12.635% to 12.77%, closing at the day’s high. The rate abandoned the morning decline when government signals about spending restraint had an impact. The benchmark stock indexIbovespa closed with a slight gain of 0.03%, at 131,043 points.

The government’s signaling was insufficient to support the real or the decline in future interest rates. The possibility of Mr. Trump’s victory became more prominent in business, especially affecting Latin American currencies. By late afternoon, the dollar was up 1.50% against the Mexican peso; 0.83% against the Colombian peso; and 1.42% against the Chilean peso.

#brazil #brazilian politics #politics #economy #image description in alt #mod nise da silveira

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cicaklah · 2 years ago

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a day late...a day and half an hour late actually, but who's counting? Amok Time Friday!!!

fandom: star trek tos

pairing: spock/kirk/t'pring

rating: pon fucking farr, my friends

summary:

Spock's mind is an oasis in a land without that concept, drying up. There is always another solution to the impossible scenario.

tagged: Episode: s02e05 Amok Time, amok time friday saturday, aka a day late and a dollar short, but!, canon typical logical solutions to problems, Pon Farr (Star Trek), Dubious Consent Due to Pon Farr (Star Trek), is it pon farr if it isn't a little bit dub?, Fuck Or Die, threesome edition, Threesome - F/M/M, Bonding, Psychic Bond, Psychic Sex, SNW compatible

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For my girl @skylightpirate, who had the great idea of writing threesome fic for amok time day. 'but who gangs up on who?' I asked, and she gave her theory, and I said 'well, I'll write the other way round'. And so here it is. You'll have to wait for hers, but I know its going to be absolutely incredible.

also this owes a lot to @alienfuckeronmain's erotica and author voice classes from her superb writing course. never stop never stopping.

the title is from this kate bush song which I recommend listening to for the vibes.

#star trek #star trek tos #tos #k/s #k/s fanfic #pon farr #amok time #amok time day #spirk #kirk/spock/tpring

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inkovsky · 21 days ago

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China and the United States will start trade negotiations in London, which is good for the market sentiment. The Hang Seng Index opened 185 points higher at 23,977 points and continued to rise, eventually closing at the all-day high of 24,181 points, up 388 points or 1.63%; the Technology Index rose 146 points or 2.77% to 5,433 points. The main board turnover was HK$245.8 billion.

The dialogue between the Chinese and US heads of state has investors looking forward to the improvement of global trade relations and believes that the news in June will be positive. Unless there are major changes in the Sino-US trade negotiations, Hong Kong stocks should continue to rise strongly. The Hang Seng Index is expected to challenge 24,500 to 24,800 points in the short term, and the support below is at 23,500 points. In the optimistic scenario, the Hang Seng Index may reach 26,200 points before the fourth quarter, which is about 10% higher than the current potential upside, equivalent to the top of the rising channel extended in January last year, and also the golden ratio of 61.8% from the historical high of 33,484 points in January 2018 to the bottom rebound in October 2022.

European stock markets were weak, with British, French and German stocks falling by 0.06%, 0.17% and 0.54% respectively.

The three major U.S. stock indexes developed separately on Monday. After opening 23 points higher, the Dow Jones Industrial Average turned around and fell by as much as 195 points, hitting a low of 42,567 points. It turned up 130 points in the late stage, hitting a high of 42,893 points; the S&P 500 rose by 0.35% at one point, and the Nasdaq, which is dominated by technology stocks, rose by as much as 0.55%. Many major Wall Street banks sang the outlook for the U.S. stock market, among which Citigroup expected the S&P 500 to rise by another 5% before the end of the year.

At the close of the U.S. stock market, the Dow Jones Industrial Average fell slightly by 1 point to 42,761 points; the S&P 500 rose by 5 points (0.09%) to 6,005 points; and the Nasdaq rose by 61 points or 0.31% to 19,591 points.

The U.S. dollar index fell by 0.38% to 98.817, the euro rose by 0.39% to $1.1441, and the yen rose by 0.6% to 143.98 per dollar. Bitcoin rose by 3.2% to $108,784.

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thedailydecrypt · 2 months ago

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The Fed’s Weakness Is Bitcoin’s Strength: Why $100K BTC Is Just the Beginning

The Fed is boxed in. The data is deteriorating, inflation is sticky, and liquidity is tightening. That’s a recipe for stagflation—and Bitcoin loves stagflation.

Sixteen years ago, the world learned the hard way that when central banks run out of good options, they print money. Today, the Federal Reserve finds itself in a familiar trap. The U.S. economy is contracting. First-quarter GDP just posted a negative 0.3% print—the first drop since 2022. Private-sector job growth is falling short. Consumer expectations are collapsing. Yet inflation is still too high to ignore.

Welcome to stagflation 2.0.

And Bitcoin? It’s quietly preparing for lift-off.

The Fed’s Dilemma Is Bitcoin’s Opportunity

Let’s be clear: the Fed didn’t want this. After surprising markets with a dovish pivot in late 2024, rate cuts paused. Inflation hadn’t behaved. The Fed’s favorite inflation gauge—the Core PCE—is still holding at 2.6%, higher than desired, and nowhere near the “mission accomplished” zone. But the economy has cracked faster than the Fed hoped.

Now markets are pricing in a 60% chance of a rate cut on June 18.

And every basis point of monetary easing is rocket fuel for Bitcoin.

Real Yields Are Dying

When the Fed cuts rates in a high-inflation environment, real yields fall. For traditional investors, that’s a problem. Bonds become less attractive. Cash erodes faster. Stocks look risky in a slowing economy. Where do you turn?

You turn to scarce, apolitical, digital assets with built-in monetary policy.

You turn to Bitcoin.

Just look at the historical data. Before the last Fed rate cut in December 2024, Bitcoin rallied over 20%. That’s no fluke. In every major easing cycle of the past decade, Bitcoin outperformed most risk assets. It’s the purest bet on liquidity expansion. It’s also a hedge against exactly the scenario we now face: stagflation.

Stagflation + Liquidity = Bitcoin’s Golden Setup

Consider what macro investor Dan Tapiero just highlighted: the Richmond Fed’s Manufacturing Employment Index has collapsed to 2008 lows. Consumer confidence for the next six months is at levels worse than the COVID panic. This isn’t a mild slowdown—it’s a full-blown crisis of confidence.

If the Fed doesn’t act, the U.S. faces a recession. If it does act, it risks stoking more inflation and accelerating the dollar’s decline. Either way, Bitcoin wins.

And this isn’t just theory. The market has already responded. After dipping to $93,000, Bitcoin surged back toward $97,000 on May 1, breaching resistance and flashing signs of a breakout. The $95,000 level—long defended by bears—has turned into a launchpad.

Break that cleanly, and $100,000 is the next psychological milestone. But the real story is what lies beyond.

$180K by 2026? Why That’s Not Crazy

Tapiero projects Bitcoin reaching $180,000 before summer 2026. It sounds bold—until you remember that Bitcoin has already added nearly 30% since its April lows. The market cap of Bitcoin is still under $2 trillion, in a world where global money printing and debt monetization could reach tens of trillions in the coming years.

A world where central banks can no longer tighten without triggering panic.

A world where fiat credibility is weakening faster than ever.

In such a world, Bitcoin doesn’t just appreciate—it re-prices entirely.

Why Bitcoin Is Breaking Correlation With Equities

In past cycles, Bitcoin has traded like a high-beta version of tech stocks. But this year, something’s changed. Since President Trump’s tariff escalation and “Liberation Day” economic policy pivot, Bitcoin has outperformed the Nasdaq. That’s unusual—and revealing.

David Hernandez at 21Shares put it best: “Bitcoin is charting its own course.” It’s diverging from traditional equities because the narrative has shifted. Bitcoin isn’t just a risk-on asset anymore. It’s a hedge against policy failure. A way to sidestep systemic fragility.

If the U.S. is heading toward political instability, inflation, and currency debasement—as it appears—then investors will seek not just yield, but resilience. Bitcoin provides both.

What If the Fed Holds or Hikes?

Skeptics will argue that if the Fed stays hawkish, Bitcoin’s rally could falter. And yes, if Powell surprises markets by refusing to cut in June, we may see a pullback. Key support lies at $93,000 and again at $84,000. But here’s the thing: macro deterioration is accelerating, not easing. The data is doing the Fed’s job for them.

In short, the Fed is behind the curve again. And markets know it.

Even if June delivers a hawkish hold, the liquidity spigot will eventually open. The odds of four or more cuts this year are rising. The timeline may shift, but the trajectory is clear. Bitcoin isn’t just front-running policy—it’s front-running failure.

Watch the May 2 Jobs Report

Friday’s job numbers will be crucial. Weak prints will reinforce the slowdown narrative and boost expectations for imminent rate cuts. Bitcoin could surge on that signal alone.

But beyond the day-to-day volatility, this much is certain: we are entering a new macro regime. A regime defined by falling growth, rising inflation, and desperate central banks.

Bitcoin was built for this.

Stop Thinking in Dollars

If you’re still measuring Bitcoin in fiat terms, you’re missing the point. The dollar is no longer a stable benchmark—it’s a melting one. What matters now is purchasing power, sovereignty, and optionality. Bitcoin offers all three.

$100,000 is not a top—it’s a checkpoint.

Bitcoin is on a trajectory to become the base layer of a parallel financial system. And as confidence in traditional systems erodes, capital will flow to assets that cannot be printed, censored, or inflated away.

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interchangefinancial · 3 months ago

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USD to CAD Forecast after tariff war started and its Impact

A new late-night tariff conflict has started between the United States and Canada, changing the outlook for an important currency pair: the U.S. dollar and the Canadian dollar.

A New Trade Environment

The tariff war has brought never-seen-before uncertainty to North American commerce. Now that tariffs have been slapped on Canadian imports, Canada’s export-reliant economy contends with major headwinds. The increase in goods prices will make it difficult for the US market to compete. This impairs Canada’s trade balance while reducing the Canadian dollar’s value.

The impact is immediate and twofold. First, higher costs are impinging on profit margins and limiting overall economic growth for Canadian manufacturers and exporters. Second, investor sentiment is changing. With uncertainty building, many investors are flocking to the US dollar, a conventional safe-haven asset, raising its attractiveness compared to the Canadian dollar.

Underpinning Implications for the Currencies

Canadian Economic Challenges

Canada’s economy is very much a slave to changes in how the world's trade works. The tariffs would target import he way the world trades. Tariffsces and technology. With export revenues down, the Canadian economy could slow, which may lead to a more dovish monetary stance from the Bank of Canada.

In addition, diminished investor confidence can lead to capital outflows. When Canadian assets are judged to carry a greater risk, investors shift those funds to less volatile markets. This development contributes to the depreciation in the loonie and increases the volatility of USD to CAD exchange rate.

US Dollar Resilience

In contrast, the US dollar enjoys the advantages of being a global reserve currency and a safe-haven asset in times of economic stress. When global uncertainties increase, especially, capital flows to US, where economic fundamentals and fiscal policies stand FIRM With data for the last month in October 2023. With trade tensions intensifying and with investors increasingly favouring the US dollar, the gap between the two currencies is expected to widen even further.

Amidst the current backdrop, as Canada faces such economic headwinds, it appears likely that the strength of the US dollar may be further reinforced, leading to a bullish outlook on the USD to CAD pair in our near term.

Technical Analysis: The Market One Sheet

Even as fundamentals set the scene, technical analysis offers clues about market psychology and turning points. After analyzing the charts, certain dynamics, patterns, and indicators stand out determining the direction of the USD to CAD pair.

Chart Patterns and Key Levels

ASCENDING TRIANGLE One of the major technical patterns we will explore is the ascending triangle. This pattern has been developing for some time, characterized by an upward sloping sets of lows and horizontal resistance at 1.3946. The triangle signals accumulation of buying pressure and that the breakout could happen soon. If the pairs breaks 1.3946, it may reach some levels around 1.55 – 1.60. On the other hand, if prices go below the dynamic support at around 1.3164, we could enter a more bearish scenario.

Key Technical Indicators

Multiple technical indicators provide better insight into current market sentiment:

Moving Averages (MA): The USD to CAD is currently above its 50–day and 200–day moving averages. These moving averages act as a dynamic support, which gives the impression that, while pressured in the short term, the longer-term trend still has a bullish component.

MACD and RSI: The MACD is close to the zero line, indicating indecision in the market. At the same time, the Relative Strength Index (RSI) has remained around 50 following a spell near the sideways direction. Bullish divergences in the RSI that occur sporadically indicate the possibility of building interest in purchasing and could provide early warning signs for a reversal.

Candlestick Reversal Patterns: The Morning Star and Hammer are among the patterns observed at strategic support levels. These formations can signify temporary price corrections, giving traders the chance to take positions when they believe the pair to be oversold.

These technical factors combined indicate that although the USD to CAD pair is currently in a consolidation cycle, the price action is likely to sharply move after market participants have digested the full impact of the tariff war.

When looking at USD to CAD forecasts, it's important to consider time horizons.

Recent Sentiment Analysis: Break down the outlook for the USD to CAD pair into short-, medium- and long-term outlooks broken down by impact factors.

Short-Term Forecast

In the short term, the pair is expected to face high volatility. Key drivers include:

Nomination Report: Forthcoming updates/changes in the tariff regime can lead to a spurt in prices.

Economic Data: Ongoing GDP, employment, and inflation reports from either country will move markets.

Technical Breakouts: A breakout above the current range at 1.3164 to 1.3946 will be important to determine the next trend.

For those trading shorter timeframes, be ready for choppy markets and a close eye on both news events and technical signals for quick profit opportunities.

Medium-Term Outlook

As the market adapts to the new trade realities, the medium-term outlook entails a wider range of potential outcomes. Analysts reckon that the USD to CAD could fluctuate over the next year between 1.2500 and 1.4400. Two scenarios emerge:

Bearish Scenario: More downside pressure on the economy could keep CAD weak for an extended period. The CAD also may sink further if Canadian exports stay muted and confidence does not pick up.

Positive Reversal: On the other hand, if trade tensions subside or Canadian economic data surprises to the upside, the CAD may bounce. This could drive the exchange rate up further and close the gap with the USD.

The market eye is on trade policy and economic performance the medium-term outlook is uncertain.

Trading Strategies for a Volatile Market

In this environment of uncertainty, customized trading strategies are necessary to manage the risk on USD-CAD.

For Short-Term Traders

Scalping and Intraday Trading: Fast-moving prices create opportunities for quick trades. Focusing on key technical levels like 1.3164 and 1.3946 and having tight stop-loss orders can help traders book intraday profits.

For Swing Traders

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goldflowercapital · 2 years ago

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2023: A year of humbleness

The recent Bloomberg Big Take is named "Everyone got burned." For 2023 the consensus was rarely so aligned, with almost everyone predicting a slump in equities as the FED was driving the US economy into a recession. On the contrary, powered by a Solow type argument for productivity acceleration via AI and a pivot in the inflation outlook, a blistering two month rally and the magnificent 7, pushed the MSCI World index by 16% since late October, with a stunning full year gain of 22%.

Technically, the market is in a high confidence "risk on" territory with 10 year yields at 3.85%, USD depreciating (and being fully correlated with the long duration - like in every "risk on" regime - as the readers of this blog know), but it is price action that will confirm or reject this hypothesis. Weak price and oil action will provide evidence towards a not so soft landing (and will favour Gold positions), whereas strong price action above ATH in the early trading days of January will provide the confirmation required to double down.

The risk of selling volatility at this point is that in a recession regime both long duration and USD may weaken, without getting a counterbalance from equities. Hence, in the weak USD, lower yield, recession regime, Gold is the preferable balancing act. So despite how dull this sounds, and how repeatedly wrong the investing community has gotten this, In this set up miners could be finally positioned for an inflection move in 2024.

If the narrative pivots away from the US and Magnificent 7 (which I doubt, as they are all forming the required patterns both structurally and technically, to become the new Dow Jones Constituents and officially replace the old) then Emerging Markets and China should be back in the map. Particularly after a year where in China, overseas investors are set to record their smallest-ever annual purchases of Chinese stocks, these assets (particularly the high dividend energy related ones, like oil/nuclear and coal, will be very hard to ignore).

Unless we end up in a "deflationary bust" which will 1) pose a lifetime opportunity for commodities 2) invert the curve, then the long term rate for the 10 year is in the range of 5% - 6% and the market will keep being ambivalent between the two thesis of soft landing (and the six cuts) versus a persistency in inflation and growth. As anything could happen and proven tremendously risky to short bonds in a period of elevated economic and geopolitical tension (see March and October 23´) the best way to get exposure to either a reversal of the 10 year or a deflationary bust moment is via exposure to the USD (pref via puts, to control risk) in combination with Gold positions. Against all houses my view is that that risk-return of a strong dollar trade, hedged via gold exposure gives a wide exposure to winning scenarios.

Energy: Unless we are in a deflationary regime the energy imbalance is too large to ignore, and same applies for the yields which are highly secured at these prices.

Electrification: It is a deflationary force that will keep taking over, as temperature keeps increasing year over year. Identifying the winners here will be highly non trivial as the wind and solar experience from 2023 has confirmed.

Longevity and Biotech: Another long term trend that is here to stay, but will require a lot of work to separate the hype from true winners.

I will close with a phrase from Kuppy: "Hopefully, 2024 sees some pin action. After two rather dull years, I’m ready for some action. It feels like something ought to happen, yet it never does—until it does."

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zepskies · 1 year ago

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Wednesday Beau Day!!! 😘

My mouth fell open!

Ooh I really wanted to shock you guys with that moment. I'm glad it did the trick! lol 😅

I ooooooh'd out loud! xD<3 What if I physically remove Michael from her house, myself? Like, dude--OUT.

Yup, she's hooked on a certain green-eyed, bow legged Sheriff lol.

And Ikr? I think we all would've gladly drop-kicked Michael out of existence.

The way you ended the first section with the glass table tease and linked it into Beau's POV--man, that was good.

Haha thank you, lovely! You know me and my cliffhangers. 😂

His voice was still rough, but more gentle for you.

Eeeee. <3

Aww yeah that stuff always tickles me too. I'm a sucker for "gruff but soft for his person." 🥹🥹

The power that radiated off of this--whoo-whee. Let's hope Michael takes that friendly advice and, indeed, lets her get on with her life. While he seemed genuinely contrite, too little, too late, dude.

Beau would've fucking loved if Michael had moved a damn inch. He would gladly arrest that bitch. But this is the official "end" of Michael, don't worry. We've had enough of him. And absolutely he's the king of "day late, dollar short."

I'm glad that you liked how Beau offered to clean up the floor for her. I thought it was an extra tidbit that I thought he would do. 💕

The one thing I wanted most from the show that we did not get was Beau's backstory with his partner. Thank you for this gift. It was perfect. So believable. Heartbreaking. And having her there to offer comforting touches and words of support (and humor!) was more than I ever could have asked for. And it a very nice way to incorporate their first almost-kiss.

Oh totally agree on that point. I think they were going to save it for season 4, but it's so sad that we'll never get a canon version of the events. However, it gave me room to imagine my own scenario for what happened to "Randy." I'm glad that you thought it was believable and adequately heartbreaking.

And thank you for shouting out how the reader dealt with it and comforted him. 🥹💕 (And nearly got to kiss him lol.)

Shit, you're so good.

Aw thank you so much. 🥹🥹 I really liked that "open door" line. 🥰

What a woman. This was awesome. And his deep gratitude made the moment even better.

She's very gracious, in a way I hope I would be in this situation lol. But Beau recognizes the gravity of it. 💕 (And then he can't help himself lmao.)

One hell of a first kiss indeed. 😏 I'm so glad you enjoyed it loll. (Think of it as a little preview of what's to come for these two. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥)

Take Me Home - Part 6

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader

Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from.

AN: Get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions…

Word Count: 4.6K

Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, tinge of spice~

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“Michael?! What are you doing here?” you asked.

He stood there with determination set across his face.

“We really need to talk.”

“We already did! Just leave me the hell alone,” you said. If your day hadn’t been long already, you knew it was about to be even longer.

Because just as you began to close the door, Michael slapped a hand on the center of it and pushed his way into your apartment.

You gasped and had to back up a couple of steps. “What are you doing?”

“Just hear me out, and then I’ll leave,” Michael said, staring down into your eyes. “That’s all I want.”

He pushed the door closed behind him, but it swung open, just a crack. In his heated state, he hadn’t even noticed. Neither did you. You stepped back further into the center of the living room and crossed your arms with an angry frown.

“I don’t care!” you snapped. Your patience quota for the day had run out a long time ago. “I just want to be done. Don’t you get that?”

“I know,” he said, rubbing at his eyes. He looked tired as hell; like he hadn’t been sleeping well for weeks. Now in the light of day and not a dusky bar, you could see the darkness under his eyes and the stubble on his cheeks, though he was usually clean-shaven.

“I know and I’m sorry. I hurt you badly, and I never even told you why,” he said.

You tilted your head in contemplation. Because he was right. For all these months, you’d been so incensed at the bare facts of what he’d done, you’d never looked too deeply into the why.

The one time you’d asked him (while throwing his clothes and possessions out of your shared apartment at the time), he’d never given you a good answer.

“Okay, fine. Why did you do it then?” you asked. “Why did you betray me in the worst way possible, and still try to marry me?”

Michael sighed, his shoulders sinking. “The truth?”

That sparked your anger once more.

“No, keep lying to me like you’ve done from the very start!” you retorted.

“It wasn’t from the start!” he barked back. “It was around six months in, when we were dating. You and I had argued about something stupid. Kate came over to talk it out with me…just to talk. I swear to God. But we were drinking and…”

You let out a sigh, casting your gaze upwards. You really didn’t think you wanted to hear this after all. Michael earned your attention back though, when he took a step forward into your orbit.

“She got pregnant,” he admitted.

Your mouth fell open as your breath left your lungs. Your hands went to your temples in disbelief, and you made a sound of pure shock and distress.

“But she lost the baby early on,” he said. “She was devastated. I was too, but…I tried to help her through it. And it became this, this thing that wouldn’t let go of me. She wouldn’t let me go.”

You shook your head as furious tears welled up in your eyes. This was just too ridiculous and upsetting to compute. You didn’t even recognize the man that was standing in front of you anymore.

How could he blame Kate for what they’d done to you, and for clinging to him after losing her baby? How could he keep that from you, even when he asked you to marry him?

And how could he tell you all of this now and expect you to forgive him?

You didn’t have the words, but you held out a hand against him when he tried to take another step toward you.

“I know I fucked up. I fucked everything up. But you don’t have to come all the way here to run away,” he said. “Your parents miss you. Our friends…they all love you. And most of them rightly don’t want anything to do with me.”

He looked down then, with shame coloring his features.

Through your tears and the struggle of collecting yourself, you studied him closely with your arms crossed.

You’d known Michael for several years. Even considering the months you two had been apart, you knew he was the same—stubborn and hot-headed and full of audacity as ever. But…he also seemed genuinely remorseful. And desperate.

“If you give me one more chance, I promise I won’t mess it up again. I’ll be the man you deserve,” he said, taking your hand and uncrossing your arms in the process. “Believe it or not, I took a week off without pay, just to be here and get a chance to say this to you: I love you. I love you. And I know now that it’s meant to be you.”

You hesitated, and even made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. They were a crisp dark blue, and yet, not the warm green you’d come to crave. You shook your head.

“I get it, Michael. I really do…but I can’t do this anymore,” you said. “It’s too damn much.”

You began to slip your hand out of his, but he held you a fraction tighter. He frowned.

“Are you seeing someone? Is it that guy from the other night? That cop?” Michael asked.

“Stop it,” you warned in anger. Beau was part of the reason your heart held pain, but it wasn’t the main reason you wanted to be done with Michael Hadley.

You tried to twist your wrist out of his grip. He wouldn’t let you, instead, trying to bring you closer.

“That’s not an answer,” he said in frustration. “Please, we can start over—”

“Let go!” you demanded. You yanked your hand out of his, and the rest came on instinct.

Your slap was loud against his cheek, and it made your hand sting too. You also pushed him hard in the chest. Michael was forced to step back while holding his reddening face. He looked back at you in disbelief.

You were breathing hard, shocked even at yourself. You’d never done that before in your life, but then again, never had you felt the panic of a man holding you against your will.

Michael’s brows furrowed. He called to you in a pleading tone, and he reached for your arm to placate you.

You quickly stepped back again on reflex. Your heel tripped on the tile floor and you gasped as you felt yourself careening back…onto the glass coffee table behind you.

After putting his investigation of Avery to bed for the night, Beau felt drained on all counts.

He punctuated the end of his day by calling to check up on Frank Davis, the local firehouse chief, and the father of one of the firefighters who was killed a few months back. Brett, one of the other victims, had carried the guilt of his best friend’s death to his grave.

Inevitably, that case brought up old memories for Beau. It also reminded him of you, and the situation with your firefighter ex-boyfriend. ‘Scuse me, ex-fiancé.

He also felt bad about how things ended with you in his office. He knew he wasn’t being fair to you.

As his daughter reminded him the other night, if he’d just been a bit more “open” and honest, maybe he could’ve saved his marriage.

Now with Michael likely trailing you, he didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t come to him, or even call him for that matter.

He seemed to be a bit of a hothead too, Beau thought. While he climbed into his truck and peeled out of the station, he debated stopping by to see you. Carla and Emily wouldn’t be getting over to his place for a couple of hours. That did give him some time.

And when it came down to it, was he a man, or was he a coward?

He knew it wouldn’t sit right with him if he didn’t try to make this right, in whatever small way.

So with that decision made in his mind, he drove over to your apartment complex. When he parked in one of the guest spots, he noticed another one occupied by a rental car, a gray sedan.

A small tingling of unease buzzed in the back of his mind. Beau approached your building, went inside, and started up the stairs. When he began to hear raised voices, a man and a woman who sounded too much like you, that gut feeling became a red hot alarm making his chest tighten.

He took the stairs nearly two at a time to get up to the second floor, where he saw that the door to your apartment unit was cracked open. He could hear glass shattering from inside.

He sprinted down the hall, and with a hand on his gun at his belt, he swung the door open.

The first thing he saw was Michael’s tall frame standing over you, frozen in shock. You were lying on your side amidst a shattered coffee table, fallen through the wooden frame. There was glass everywhere and underneath you, with magazines and pictures and other knickknacks strewn across the floor.

“What the hell’s going on here?!” Beau barked out.

Michael had turned at the sound of the door banging open. He met the sheriff with wide eyes. Beau’s expression set with a grim, angry frown. Though he willed himself to hold his temper in check, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed Michael’s shoulder, pushing him back and creating space between him and you.

“Step back,” the sheriff snapped.

“Beau,” you uttered in disbelief. You had tears in your eyes at the sight of him.

“Hey, darlin’,” said Beau. His voice was still rough, but more gentle for you. He knelt down at your side and carefully wrapped an arm around your waist to help lift you off the glass.

“You okay?” he asked you.

“Y-Yeah.” Though you raised one of your hands from the ground and blanched at the sight of a sizable piece of glass embedded in your palm. Beau’s lips flattened into a line.

He paused for a moment, turning his head back towards Michael.

“Stay exactly where you are,” he ordered, in a tone that boded no argument.

And Michael offered none. He stood there with furrowed brows. He even looked on at you in worry and frustration, knowing he couldn’t help you. He could only watch the sheriff make slow movements to help you out of the glass.

“Okay, slow for me,” Beau said. He spoke to you in low, calming tones whenever you made a sound of pain. He hooked an arm under your knees and lifted you out of the coffee table’s remains.

“Easy, I gotcha,” he murmured, helping you sit on the couch. You folded your legs off to the side, so you weren’t continuing to step in the glass on bare feet. Besides your right palm, your arm and right thigh had a few bleeding cuts of various degrees.

After making a short glance at a still concerned Michael, Beau turned to you.

“Did he push you?” he asked.

“No, I didn’t fucking push her!” Michael said.

“He didn’t,” you confirmed. “But he did shove his way into my apartment.”

Beau’s jaw tightened. He looked back at Michael, and his gaze demanded an answer.

“I just—I just wanted to talk! Obviously I didn’t mean for this. Goddamn it,” Michael said, wiping a frustrated hand over his face. “Are you okay?”

You sighed. Beau set a hand on your shoulder.

“Do you want to press charges for trespassing?” Beau asked you.

“Oh, come on!” Michael exclaimed. Beau pointed at him with a hard stare.

“You pipe the hell down,” he said tersely. “And don’t you move a damn inch. Because if you do, so help me, it’ll just about make my day.”

He flashed the other man a look at the handcuffs (and the gun) on his belt.

Beau then returned his attention to you. You were attempting to pick the glass out of your hand. He stilled your movements with a gentle hand on your wrist.

“Hey, hey, wait on that for me, okay?” he asked. You looked up at him tiredly.

“It’s okay. Just let him go,” you said. You shifted your gaze to Michael. “Go back to Chicago, for real this time. I’m not going anywhere.”

Michael’s face became disheartened, but his eyes fell to your injured hand. Blood was streaming all the way down your forearm and dripping on the tile floor, along with the other smears of blood amongst glass.

He knew what he’d done. It made him even more sick with himself.

He turned to leave.

You watched him go, and you could no longer hold in your quiet tears. It wasn’t for him leaving. You just couldn’t believe it had all come to this.

Beau lightly squeezed your shoulder.

“Hey, I’ll be right back, okay?” he said. “Do me a favor and don’t move.”

“Okay,” you said, in an uncharacteristically small voice.

Beau tried to give you a reassuring smile. He gave into the desire to sweep a stray lock of hair away from your eyes, allowing him to brush your cheek with his fingers. You gave him a small smile back, despite your watery eyes.

Beau nodded and got up from the couch. He made swift strides out of the apartment, making sure to close the door behind him. He then hastened down the hall and the stairs to catch up with Michael in the parking lot. Beau was hot on his trail to the rental car.

“Hey!” he called out.

Michael paused in his gait. He turned to face the sheriff, sporting a look of frustration.

“What?” he shot back.

“You better take her warning for the gift it is,” Beau said. He closed the distance between him and Michael, but resisted the urge to grab the other man and hurl him against the car.

“It’s time for you to go home,” Beau said. “I don’t want to see you in town. I don’t want to hear that you’re following her around or blowing up her phone. Do you hear me?”

Michael stood straighter, his jaw working in anger.

“Are you threatening me, Sheriff?” he asked.

“No. I’m thinking you’ll be smart enough to take some friendly advice,” Beau said, but his eyes were sharp. “If I have to threaten you, then we really will have a problem.”

Michael was younger, leaner, probably faster, but Beau edged him out by a couple of inches, on both height and build.

“Just let her get on with her life,” said Beau.

Fortunately, the standoff didn’t last long.

Michael’s anger soon relented, letting the guilt and shame shine through.

“Make sure she’s okay,” he said. “Tell her…that I’m sorry.”

Then he turned and walked away. Beau watched him get into his car and leave the premises.

It wasn’t until the rumble of the engine faded away that Beau released the clenched fists at his sides. He pivoted slowly on his heel and made his way back up to your apartment.

And your door was locked.

On one hand, he understood your fears. On the other hand, he’d asked you not to move from the couch.

“Who is it?” you asked, after he knocked.

“It’s just me, don’t worry,” Beau answered. You opened the door with your good hand and let him in, while holding up your bloody one with a bunch of crumpled gauze and medical tape hanging down your arm. It looked like you got the glass shard out, but you were struggling on the “wrapping it up” part.

“Oh, sweetheart, I asked you to wait for me,” he said. His brows furrowed as he took your wrist and elbow to steady you.

“Yeah, well, I got impatient,” you replied, but your attempt at a smile lightened him too.

Beau followed you to the kitchen sink and grasped your hand carefully. You’d already cleaned and sterilized the wound, so all he had to do was wrap it for you with some gauze and medical tape.

“This is kind of deep. You might wanna go to the ER,” he said. “I could take you.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s really not that deep,” you replied.

“You sure?” Beau asked, frowning at you. “How you doin’? You okay?”

Your face had been tight with pain while he tried to get the wrapping right with deft hands. At his questioning, you softened with a wry smile.

“I’m fine, more or less,” you said. “But…how…why were you here to begin with? How’d you know I was in trouble?”

Beau met your gaze for a moment. He was able to delay answering your question until he finished wrapping your hand. Afterwards, he sighed.

“I came to apologize,” he admitted. “But first, can I help you clean up around here? You just sit and relax. I’ll sweep up all this glass and mop the floor.”

You let out a long breath, your shoulders sinking. “Oh, Beau, don’t. You don’t have to do all that.”

“But see, I actually want to,” he said, giving you one of those grins you’ve come to know and expect. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Okay.”

A thorough sweep, vacuum, and mopping, then a couple of cracked open beers and an order of Chinese later (plus cleaning and patching up the rest of your cuts), Beau sat next to you at the dining table and officially made his apology.

“I’m sorry for how things turned out today at the precinct,” he said.

You shook your head. You’d had some time to think about all of that, and there were things you could’ve handled better too.

“Beau, look. I get it,” you said. “You’re dealing with a lot at work, with Carla and Emily too, and…really, we haven’t known each other all that long. It wasn’t fair of me to expect you to open up on something that clearly still hurts you. Especially in the middle of your office.”

Beau let out a breath through his nose. He smiled and laid a gentle hand over your uninjured one, earning your widened gaze.

“You’re a sweetheart for that, but the truth is, you had a point today,” he said. “I’m a difficult man to know. It’s a flaw of mine that my ex-wife has pointed out several times. And even my daughter. Sometimes she looks at me like she can’t understand me.”

You bit the inside of your lip. You debated asking the question you wanted to ask. With his hand over yours, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand, you were able to gather your courage.

“Does it have something to do with the reason you were in grief counseling?” you asked. “About your partner on the job?”

Beau nodded, his smile fading. “Yeah, it does. It has a lot to do with Randy.”

He took a moment, but you gave him the time he needed to find his words. Eventually he began to explain to you what happened in Houston.

How he’d been an upper-level officer dealing with a narcotics case. His partner, Randy Santos, had volunteered to infiltrate a drug cartel undercover. He stayed in the field for a few months longer than protocol, but he was so close, he’d claimed. One bust, and they could arrest the kingpin. The entire cartel would crumble.

Beau had backed him up with the Chief, against his better judgment. When the time came that Randy had helped arrange a drug deal, Beau was the one leading the squad on the bust.

“It went south so fast,” he said.

And he paused in his story for a moment. His eyes were far away, lost in memories.

You squeezed his hand over yours to bring him back. He met your gaze.

“When it got down to it, I had two choices,” he said. “Take out the boss, or take out the guy right in front of me, Dante. Now, Dante had his back turned. He couldn’t see me. Would’ve been fish in a barrel…but I went for the head of the snake. I shot the kingpin. I didn’t realize that Dante had already burned Randy. Knew he was a cop.”

Beau met your gaze then. “Dante shot Randy in the head, point blank.”

Your mouth fell open in disheartened shock. Beau took a long sip of his beer, wishing it was whiskey.

“I saw it all…in slow motion. Just like the movies,” he said. “I see it almost every night, without fail.”

You shook your head helplessly. “Beau. It’s not—”

“Not my fault?” Beau gave you a sad smile. “Oh, but it was. Nothing else to it. Bad leadership. bad police work. Bad friend.”

He continued to drink his beer.

“And I checked out,” he said. “My wife and daughter paid the price of my absence. Picking myself off the bottom of whatever crusty bar would have me that night. Refusing to go to counseling. Generally making an ass of myself.”

You covered his hand with your bandaged one. It got him to look at you and forget his beer for a moment.

“It was a hard call,” you said. “Anyone could’ve made the same one you did.”

“Yeah. And it got my best friend killed,” Beau said. “His wife, his ten-year-old boy, his parents. They’ll never be the same because I messed up. I can’t abide that.”

He sucked in an unsteady breath. “It still…sometimes I wake out of a dead sleep, and I see his face. I see the body they brought back.”

His eyes were red and shining. The emotion in his voice choked you up as well, making your eyes sting.

You raised a hand to touch his cheek, your thumb drifting tenderly across his chin.

“You’re not a difficult man to know,” you said. A tear found its way down your cheek, and then another. You didn’t bother to wipe them away. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you, it’s that you care. About your team, your family, everyone…even messy, accident-prone women.”

You gave him a smile at the last bit. He was able to give you one back, through his own unsteady breath.

“Especially those,” he agreed. Your hand moved down to his shoulder.

“And you also like to eat. A lot,” you quipped. “I think you’ve got about three stomachs.”

“Probably four, realistically,” he said with a tearful laugh. He wiped at his face with both hands. You waited for him to meet your gaze again before you continued.

“You’re also an old-fashioned cowboy,” you said, with a brighter smile. Your hand slid down, this time to his chest, over his heart. “But you’re a good man, Beau. That, I knew from the very beginning.”

Beau clasped your hand where it lay on his chest, almost on reflex. He was sure you could feel his heart tripping up, double timing. He reached out for your cheek, guiding your face up to his. He leaned over slowly, giving you time to say no, whether with words or with actions.

But your eyes, though still a bit shiny from tears, were nothing but beautifully welcoming. So he took a shot. He began to cross the distance between your lips and his.

And his phone buzzed on the table, making both of you jolt.

It was just a text message. Frowning, Beau looked over and read the preview. When he saw Emily’s name, he cursed under his breath. He reached for his phone and opened up the message.

Hey, where are you?

“Shit,” he said. “Emily’s been staying with me all week and Carla’s joining us tonight, to be safe. They’re there already, asking where I am.”

You would be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed beyond measure, but you nodded.

“Then you should go,” you said.

You squeezed his hand before you released him. Beau wasn’t happy about it either, but he did the same. He helped you clean up the dining table and gathered up his wallet and keys. You walked him over to the front door, where Beau debated how he should leave this.

The door was open, literally and figuratively as you leaned against its frame. You couldn’t hide your unease. You didn’t know where this left the two of you either.

Beau sighed and propped a curled finger under your chin, earning your gaze.

“I need to settle some things. After…” he trailed. You nodded at what he was trying to say.

“When Carla and Emily have stability again, we can talk,” you finished for him. “I’ll be here.”

He looked at you in wonder.

“You’ll really wait for that?” he asked. His brows creased, and he truly marveled at your patience with him. “You know you don’t have to.”

A smile curved your lips. “Something tells me you’re worth waiting for, Sheriff Arlen.”

Beau grinned at you fondly. He cupped the side of your face and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Well, thank God for that,” he said. “Really, thank you…”

Lord help him, but he couldn’t help himself. He finally crossed the distance and kissed you.

Your chest rose with your breath, but when your eyes fell shut, you couldn’t help but melt against him. You gripped the front of his buttoned-down shirt for stability while his fingers tangled in your hair. It all grew with heat when he tilted his head, tasting you deeper with each new kiss.

He pressed you into the doorframe, trapping your body with his. You held onto him like a lifeline.

While his hands drifted down your back and rested on your hips, bunching the material of your pretty yellow sundress, you twined your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. He felt your every curve, soft breasts and thighs and sweet sighs.

He released a sound of pleasure, deep in his throat. His lips veered away from yours to burn a slow trail down to your neck. He was satisfied by the way you moaned and struggled to catch your breath at his ministrations.

Your fingers wound up sweeping through his hair. It both soothed and aroused him, somehow. But Beau knew if he didn’t stop here, he wouldn’t be able to again.

He laid one last kiss under your ear that hinted with teeth, making you shudder. He pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours. You two breathed together for a moment, just existing here, hearts racing.

“I gotta go,” he said. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You nodded, biting your lip. He pulled back further and thumbed at your lower lip.

“Don’t do that, or I just might have to go back on my word,” he said, giving you a smirk.

You smiled in amusement. “Promise?”

Beau chuckled. He stole one more heated kiss before he withdrew from you, his hand lingering on your cheek. Heaving a sigh, you turned him around by his broad shoulders and reluctantly sent him on his way.

Halfway down the hall, he slowed to look back at you. Seeing you leaning against your door, still catching your breath, all hot and bothered…it nearly broke his resolve.

“Nope,” he muttered.

He shook his head and forced himself to keep walking until he hit the stairwell for the umpteenth time today.

He would stop three more times on the way to his car before he actually left your building.

AN: 😘 So, how'd you like the official "end" of Michael Hadley? And finally, finally, we get to a first kiss. In Part 7, we enter some even deeper waters...

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“I’m actually glad you’re here,” she said. “I’ve kinda got a question for you.”

“Kinda?” you echoed with a smile, but you pat her on the knee. “What’s on your mind, honey?”

Emily looked a little unsure. It had you giving her your undivided attention.

“It’s about my dad,” she began. Your smile slowly fell, but now you were really listening.

“Okay,” you nodded.

Emily opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, the lights in the entire office went out.

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pawstriez · 3 years ago

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A FAVOR — ft. scaramouche

♱ babysitting for scaramouche ends with a treat.

CW : fem! reader, dominant scaramouche, bimbo reader, age gap ꒰ scara is 35 and reader is 21 ꒱ miss reader is a little seductress. mssionary, use of profanity and pet names. <> hiii, so so sorry this took so long. i hit a road block but i’m back now !! special thank you to my lovely anon who requested this scenario <33 i hope you enjoy ! interactions are sweet.

babysitting hasn’t always been your dream job.

with bratty children talking your ear off all day, you wouldn’t exactly say you enjoyed your occupation.

but it paid well and shit, you were living pretty lavishly. not only did it pay the bills but it paid for your pretty attire—kinda like the dress you wore now. pink and snug— something you knew would get the attention of no other than scaramouche, your boss.

the man was a ceo and a colleague to many, but to you— he was just sweet, handsome scaramouche. a man who always made sure to compliment you whenever you entered his home to fulfill your duties as a nanny for his son. they were one of the few families you didn’t mind getting a phone call from.

you sat pretty on his velvet couch, awaiting his destined arrival due to a text you’d gotten a few hours ago from a worried scaramouche. he was suddenly ordered into work by his partner due to a mix up made by one of their employees. of course being the man he is, he had no choice but to go.

the familiar sound of keys dangling grasped your attention as you watched scaramouche lazily walk through the door of his penthouse. he looked at ease, and his tie was a lot more loosened than it was when he’d left. the slacks that gripped his thighs showcased how toned his legs were, and you couldn’t forget the bulge that threatened to bust from his zipper.

“i appreciate you coming by on such short notice. i didn’t know i’d get called in so late to the office, but y’know how it is.” he announces, quickly lowering his voice when he realizes his son is asleep on the couch next to you. he smiles, walking over to ruffle the kiddo’s hair before scooping him in his arms.

“it’s no problem at all, mr. scaramouche. he was an angel as always.”

he nods at you briefly before heading upstairs to put his son to bed. a short while later, you heard his heavy footsteps approaching you again. only this time, his suit jacket had been removed and his button up was slightly open.

his appearance almost made you drool. even for his age, you could see he was a handsome man. the guy was built like he wasn't years and years older than you— lean and fit like no tomorrow, you had to give him his props.

“wanna’ take a picture instead? it’ll last longer,” he jokes and you avert your attention back to reality. you quickly shun his kind eyes and look away.

“well, could you blame me, sir?” as you give him a rather innocent look, you adjust your posture, the pretty dip of your spine causing him to lick his bottom lip.

scaramouche wasn't a moron. he could see right through your antics. this wasn't the first time he'd noticed you staring at him, and he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. although he knew this would be far from protocol, he couldn’t deny your beauty. you were just so pretty and sweet. it was a curse that you were able to take such good care of his son. if you weren’t he’d have no issues letting you go, but he had to tough it out.

“i’m flattered, darling. but i’m far too old for you to be crushin’ on.” he says, a chuckle leaving his lips. he undid the cufflinks around his wrists before pulling out his wallet.

“how much i owe ya’ ?” he asks and you smirk. what scaramouche didn’t know, was that you had something else in mind — a payment far more entertaining than a few lousy hundreds.

“how about you give me a kiss and we’ll call it even?”

scaramouche could’ve laughed in your face, but instead he just shakes his head and hands you two, crisp hundred dollar bills. you fold your arms across your chest, pushing up your already plumped tits directly in his view.

“don’t be coy, sir. i see your wandering eyes too.” you take a step closer, wrapping his tie around your finger. looking up at his tall stance, you pull him closer and his lips nearly graze your own.

“i think you’re too far in over your head, pretty. you wanna’ fuck and then what? become a little stepmommy to my kid, huh?”

“no. i just think you deserve a break, scaramouche. let me help you,” you whine. you were a bit closer to him now, your nipples pressing against his chest sending a chill down both your spines.

to be fair, you weren’t all the way wrong here. scaramouche was a hardworking, single dad. he rarely ever had time to get a good fuck in here and there. it was always either home or the office— no in between. he’d be a fool to bypass your successful attempt at the art of seduction.

there was nothing else he needed to hear. the feeling of scaramouche sweeping you from your feet and into his master bedroom shut you up completely. although the world was spinning around you, the dominance he quickly grasped on to put a damp mark in your panties.

he was attacking your lips, sucking and pulling at them as if he were a hungry man— and he was. you two were sharing a messy kiss; a type of kiss scara hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages.

“your lips taste so good,” he breathes, pulling away from your swollen mouth, “i bet that pussy tastes better, huh?”

you giggle, “wanna’ find out, sir?” testing the man, he sends a small pat to your thigh and begins to nip at your neck. with the amount of pressure being sent to your sweet spot, you knew you’d most definitely be waking up to a bruise in the morning.

“sir. i like that. keep it up.”

you ran a hand past the bulge in his slacks, gently grasping it in your palm, “do i get a reward?”

“we’ll see.”

scaramouche chuckles a deep laugh and gives you one last peck. by now, his pants had been unzipped by you and the only thing left to remove was his underwear and button up shirt. a small section of his chest could be seen through your lustful eyes, eager to rip the fabric to shreds just to get a better look at him.

“let’s make somethin’ clear,” he says. your back met the bedding as you paid close attention to the man. he had nothing but determination on his face and you had to admit, it was a picture you loved seeing, “i’m gonna’ teach you to take everything given to you and you’re gonna’ listen. can you do that for me, yn?”

you mouthed a quick ‘yes’ and spread your legs as wide as they could go. scaramouche smiles at your keen effort and moves to touch at your damp underwear. coincidentally, the wet patch in your panties was in the same spot as your clit.

scaramouche’s fingers worked their magic ; small circles tickling a spot that was just right. you could squirm at how much attention the small bud was getting, but you decided going against his rule of ‘listening’ wouldn’t be that beneficial for either of you.

“fuck me already, scara— i’m tired of waiting.” your complaints didn’t exactly bring the happiest expression to the man’s face; his eyes narrowing down at you as he began to unzip his slacks. the thud sound of his cock hitting his abdomen almost knocked the wind out of you.

scaramouche was big; most definitely on the longer side, giving you a small sense of worry. not only did he have length, but a bit of curve to it as well— capable of hitting any and every spot possible.

“oh, don’t look so timid now. you talk a lot, funny i’m leavin’ you speechless right now.” positioning himself between your thighs scaramouche kindly pulls your panties to the side like once before. he tapped his cock against your pretty clit— chuckling at the small whimpers you let out a bit louder than intended.

when your eyes met his, you almost felt irritated by how slowly he was starting the process. however, this only made you feel more libido. he had a way of capturing your attention that seemed effortless. he was a fantastic man, regardless of your sexual desires. a part of you secretly hoped that this joy wouldn't be a temporary temptation.

scaramouche held a defined look on his face as he sat his cock directly on top of your stomach. he moved his hips as if he were inside you, just casually gliding his length on your skin. it almost seemed as if he was trying to see how far he’d fit inside of you.

“gonna’ treat this pussy so well, sweet girl.” anticipation ran through your veins making you use both hands to help spread your cunt. scaramouche had a grin on his face as he slid inside of you slowly.

warm.

it was the only word he could use to describe the feeling of your cunt around him. you were so wet, making it easier for him to guide himself in. he had his hands pressed against the back of your thighs— your knees to your chest.

“oh my—fuck! scaramouche,“ you suck in a harsh breath as grip on to his forearms. you were pretty sure a crescent mark would imprint on his skin due to your nails digging for support. his movements were sharp and exaggerated— taking his cock all the way out and pushing it all the way back in again, a bulge forming in your tummy.

scaramouche moves his hands from your thighs to your stomach, pressing down with minimal pressure— but still enough to make you feel a more intense sensation in your lower belly.

“look at you, takin’ me like a slut. you’re so nasty, baby,” he laughs, and you moan in response, “you look so fuckin’ beautiful.”

his roaming hands could now be felt on your neck. you spread your quivering thighs further apart, this way, giving him more work to get to work. with the hands wrapped around your neck, scaramouche began fucking into you again.

“c’mon, sweetheart. take it like a good girl,” he says, using your throat as leverage while moving in and out of you. he split you open with his cock and let out a groan feeling you clamp around him. scaramouche lowered his head down to seal your lips with a kiss, biting and sucking on your bottom lip in heat.

“scara—“

the man shushes you with one powerful stroke to your pussy, making your eyes drift shut, “kunikuzushi,” he utters and your eyebrows furrow.

“kunikuzushi, my first name. i wanna’ hear it come out of that pretty mouth of yours when you cum.” he said it so casually. being in the employee guidelines was far from your concerns, but his first name? you wondered if he was on a power trip.

“kuni— please don’t stop.”

“you must want me to cum, huh?” he taunts, his thumb coming up to your bottom lip. you felt like it was almost an instinct as you took his thumb into your mouth and began suckling at it. scaramouche bit down on his bottom lip, almost getting harder at the image. “you wanna’ cum too? your cunt’s squeezin’ me so tight. i can feel it, just give it to me why don’t ya’?”

you were sweaty and a bit sticky, but you could care less. you threw your head back with a pretty grin on your face as scaramouche held on to you tightly. the levels your whimpers and cries had begun to rise and he had no choice but to kiss your plumped lips to muffle the rukus.

“are you gonna’ cum on me, angel? you wanna’ make a mess for me?” with your feet dangling by his ears and your legs cramping, you’d normally feel like tapping out— but your were close. close enough that if he said one last thing you would feel it bubbling over—

“cum for me, baby. c’mon, you can do it.”

and just like that, scaramouche could feel your slick coating his cock. the moan you let out was almost concerning, because when you came, you came hard. you squeezed him for everything he had with the intention of being filled.

“need it in me sir! please, please, kuni!”

scaramouche hearing that sentence fall from your lips was all he needed to cross that line. “fuck, princess. ah- i’m gonna’ cum.”

not long after, his strokes became sloppy and his grunts gradually grew louder. each movement was followed by small curses under his breath as he poured his all into you— literally. scaramouche continued to fuck into your hole until there was nothing left to give you.

“shit, yn. that was amazing. i’m proud of you, you took it like a champ.”

you giggle as he pulls out of your pussy, dick still a bit hard by just watching the remainder of his cum spill out of you. sharing a small glance once again, he then proceeds to place gentle kisses all over your face and neck.

“not bad for someone who was too far in over their head huh?” you ask, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace. scara’s bare chest pressed up against yours, the feeling of your hardened nipples greeting his own.

the two of you laid there together for what felt like hours before you got the urge to begin your journey back to your apartment. by now, scaramouche had drifted off to sleep— the sound of your breathing and your natural scent sending him into a daze.

quietly wriggling your way out of his grasp, you slip on your clothing worn a few hours prior. as you scurried to finish, the sound of scaramouche’s groggy voice startled you. “leavin’ so soon?” he mumbles, stretching his limbs and ruffling his hair a bit.

“did you want me to stay?”

in the darkness of the room, you could see scaramouche’s fingers usher you back to the comfy bed. he pats the pillow next to him twice and waits for you to fill the space.

“i let you be big spoon. there’s no way you’re leavin’ me that easily.” he smiles when he hears a small laugh from you. once you finally take your place next to him, he whispers a small 'goodnight' into your shoulder before delicately kissing that same spot. the butterflies quietly flutter in your tummy, guiding you into a deep, well-needed, slumber.

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xianeoz · 3 years ago

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‧ ˏˋ ARATAKI ITTO ﹐ ◜ CANDY POP ! ◞ ̣ ͘ ┈─ I ONLY want it when it feels like this, I only wanna feel the bliss on bliss!

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ WARNINGS 、fem!reader ╱ stepcest ╱ daddy kink ╱ age gap ╱ cunnilingus ╱ mirror sex ╱ overstimulation ╱ slight dumbification ╱ slight mutual pining ╱ size kink ╱ creampie ╱ pussydrunk itto ╱ messy plot ╱ pet names ╱ slight degradation ( like once ) ╱ male masturbation ╱ minors and dc antis do not interact.

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ NOTE 、ikk i said fic but my brain wasn’t cooperating :c ts isn’t my best nd i’m not too proud but pls enjoy & reblog / comment plspls i used a whole lotta brain juice t_t

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PERHAPS IT’S HIS initial instinct as a man; to immediately defile you in his mind. Ponder over imaginary scenarios with you crying his name, clawing and marking your claim over his body, to bend and fold you every possible way until you break. Maybe it’s just natural…something he has no moral control over because no matter how much he tries to stop, he can’t.

Itto doesn't want to treat you like that. You're too good to be seen as a piece of meat, but you plague his mind too often for him to daydream otherwise. You tempt him in ways he can't ignore, and internal disputes on whether or not it's purposeful are futile, simply because a man like him only chases one thing. Itto longs for that fill to his craving. The need for sweetness to settle on his tongue, seep into his taste buds and send a buzz to his brain as he relishes the taste is a must for him. Itto has yet to find something to satiate his thirst…will you be that for him? He’s sure you will.

He has this charm that's undeniable. That charm is what brought him into your life in the first place. Silly banter and a million-dollar smile; the perfect recipe to have pretty girls like you wrapped around his fingers. And there's the slight possibility that you aren't as easy as you appear, but he’ll put that to the test.

He starts slow. Long stares that pan over your body, stopping at your thighs and running upward. Just looking at you has him imagining how small you’d be beneath him… how he could easily overpower you and have you squealing for him to stop—and then he's acting on these thoughts. Gradually moving to lingering touches and smooth innuendoes that leave you thinking about them later. He wants you to feel how he feels. He wants that burning desire to kill you until it's too much and you can't take it anymore. He wants you to fall so hard that you run straight into his arms. Itto is much smarter than he leads on, he knows you’ll take the bait.

It didn't take long. He's been waiting for this day. The day you come to his room, knocking sheepishly on the frame of the door while leaning on it, your clothes minimal and tight, your face laid low and innocently. He smiles softly at you, watching your nervous mannerisms as you stumble over your words. “C-can I talk to you…?”

Your fingers dance along with each other, your right foot spinning against the floor. “Of course.” he pats the spot beside him. You're hesitant to move, stopping yourself before fully moving deeper into the room. You and Itto had never been close. Ever since he and your mom got together, you’d never been fully interested in welcoming him into your family. As far as you were concerned, he was your mom's problem– but lately, your opinion has begun to shift. You find this weird interest. An interest that has you slowly creeping toward him, your mind spewing nasty thoughts just by the way he watches you.

You’re by his side, your short skirt riding up your thighs. His breath hitches, his eyes slowly drifting up and down your body. You're so close– so close that he’s slowly losing patience. “I was just wondering…if- if you could help me move my stuff out?” He's hardly listening. He nods as if he were, but his eyes aren't shy to tell otherwise. “My friend wants me to move in and we already found an apartment…I didn't know who else to ask–”

You pause. His hand lands on your forearm, index finger brushing over the goosebumps that rose from the depths of your skin. “Of course. Anything for you…” you don't know why that statement has you choked up. You swallow a large gulp, nodding frantically. You try to hide it; the obvious effect he has on you, but your body tells on you. Your minimal interaction was more than enough for him to throw away his sense. You're trying to leave. Pressing your feet against the floor and lifting off the bed. Pulling your arm from his grasp– leaving his touch. Itto isn’t about to let you slip away like that. Not when he has you, how and where he wants you.

He tightens his grip on your arm, and without him having to utter a single word, you're back in your seat. How about that? You're so easy. “Good girl…” he praises. He moves closer. His hand runs up the length of your arm, pulling you closer. You feel his breath brush on you, raising the hairs on your skin straight. You freeze completely, following the flow he sets. It's in no time you're face to face, his body stretched over you to lean his lips close to yours. “You want this just as bad as I do, don't you?”

Perhaps it was the overwhelming emotions or the closeness of the two of you, but you find yourself immediately nodding a rampant ‘yes’, your wide eyes boring into his. His lips find yours, roughly pressing down as his tongue tenderly pulls your lips apart, slipping into your mouth. He overwhelms you in just five seconds, having you fall backward on the bed. His arm is quick to sweep you before you fall, catching you over his forearm and leaning you down. This allows him to gain further control, deepening the intimacy. Your arms raise around his build, wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him into you. Your legs instinctively open around him, allowing him to position right over you. It's then that you realize what you've done, and how far you've gone. “I- Itto..!”

Your mind swirls in a whirlwind. You're caught up in a swarm of hormones and emotions, lost and so far gone that you essentially have no consciousness over your decisions. You don't know why, and you argue with yourself internally over it, but you push his head further down your body and to your chest, arching into him. “I need you… Please, daddy?”

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Itto has waited so long for this. He's in a state of ignorant euphoria, completely ignoring the way you squirm and clench, gorging himself greedily on your cunt. His face is soaked in your essence and sweat, dripping off of about an hour of nonstop orgasms, forcing them out of you by the grace of his tongue. He should be tired, but his stamina is on a different level, never faltering as his tongue whips and swirls through your folds. Your clit is abused and tired, sensitive to even the draft of air blowing through the room.

You feel your orgasm creeping up on you for the- what? 4th? 5th? You've lost count, but you know he’s pulled so many from you to the point that the knot tying in your tummy is nothing but a tingle, a shock that sparks once to your fucked out brain. Your body is laid over the end of the bed, your head hanging off the side and your eyes stuck staring at your reflection in the mirror behind you. You watch him as he peels your legs further apart as your subconscious closes them, forcing your hips to the bed as he sucks on your clit. Tears fall down your face out of overstimulation, your body too tired to even blink and fight the pleasure. Your core tightens for the nth time, your stomach wrenching and cunt twitching as your high crashes down upon you. Indistinctly, he's murmuring against you, but you can infer it's the same thing he’s been saying for the last hour: “Give it to me, baby. Let me have it, let me taste it– let that pretty pussy make a mess on my face.”

You do. With this sweetest hum and lift of your hips, your clit twitches, and your hole spasms, another stream of cum seeping from your depths and further soiling the sheets. His tongue doesn't hesitate, slipping with ease in and out of your pussy, obnoxiously drinking up your taste. Itto has yearned for the sweetness that’ll satisfy his endless sweet tooth. You’ve fulfilled his hunger– but his carnal, predatorial desire is far from subdued. His cock aches against the binds of his clothes, a painful throb panging through his shaft as his need for release prolongs. He finally parts from your cunt, tongue swiping over his face and licking up the remnants of your taste, moaning at you on his tongue once more.

He’s quick to unbuckle his pants and discard them, his boxers tossed away soon after. You see his reflection in the mirror– the angry, red tip of his cock leaking a puddle of precum in his slit, the protruding vein that runs from the underside of his cock to the head, thick and ready to blow. You see him all together, the happy trail that leads to the trimmed bush at the base of his dick, the broadness of his shoulders and definition in his muscles… internally, you're freaking out. Everything about him is so big and mature. He's so different compared to the other guys you've been with before, from the body to the way he empties your pretty head, there's not a guy who does it like him.

Itto slips his middle and ring finger into your cunt, the slightly warmed metal of the rings on his fingers leaving you gasping. He drags the digits along your walls, picking up your abundance of slick. Your voice is at a whisper, quiet whimpers sneaking through your lips at the action. “So pretty f’me, princess…”

His fingers are pulled from you, his hand wrapping around the circumference of his cock. Wet from your slick, he groans at the calloused touch of his hand, dragging it up the shaft and sighing shakily. He stares you down in the mirror, eyes meeting yours as he jerks himself off. “Can’t wait to fuck ya’...been waiting so long to feel you around me, babydoll.” his words are somewhat unlike him. Sultry and teasing. It's evident that it's not for you, but for him. “Tell daddy how much you want his cock.”

Your breath pauses in your throat, the shamelessness in his words nearly appalling to you. You can admit it's attractive, and with the huskiness in his voice, it sends shivers coursing through your veins. You can hardly speak anymore– and he should know this, he is the one who tore your voice to shreds earlier by constant pleasure. “You want me to fuck you stupid…wear you down and burn you out from fucking you nonstop on my dick. Tell me you want me to,”

His hisses are more frequent, coming as he teases himself. He leans forward, angling his hips to line up with yours. His cock presses against your cunt, slipping between your labia and falling into a hug by your folds. Wet and warm, he shivers at your feel, using his left hand to position him at your clit before pushing his hips to you, gyrating against you. His mouth drops to produce low moans, his hand propping him up while he uses the opposite to pull you up, leaving the two of you face to face again. “Go on.”

Your lips brush against each other, the air growing condensed between the two of you. It must be some sort of seduction trick because you can suddenly feel all sense returning to you, the stimulation to your clit while being face to face with him reawakening your awareness. Your mouth falls to a crack, your cute whimpers falling through. You nod a ‘yes’, humming as you lean up to him, planting your lips on his in a kiss. “I need it, daddy. So bad..so bad, daddy please–!” you mumble against him. So desperate, so whiny, your voice is sweet in the way you kindly ask, and Itto swears he’s found heaven.

He’s biting on your lip, smiling as he slowly pulls away from you. Your legs open around him, his body repositioning to properly align himself with your hole. With no more time wasted, he's pushing slowly into you, letting you feel every inch sink in with hisses and heavy breaths. You cry out initially, your toes curling at his entry and your body tensing up. Itto is quick to aid you, building up a ball and spitting onto your cunt, letting the saliva dribble down to where his cock lay nestled inside you before grabbing your right arm and guiding your fingers to toy with your clit. “Just like that…fuck, princess, you're so fuckin’ tight…”

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he pushes further to bottom out, groaning as your pelvis meet each other. “Ah, fuck.” if Itto thought you felt good on his face– you feel even crazier around him. You wrap your limbs tight around him, pulling him closer to you to hide in his neck, panting and whimpering at the stretch of your pussy. You're filled to the brim and he hasn't even done anything yet, and with this, you're sure he’ll break you. “‘M gonna start moving, so you hang on tight,” you nod quickly, snuggling deeper into his skin and bracing yourself.

His hands move from your torso to your waist, pulling you back in unison with his hips, slowly to let you feel the revelation of just how big he is with every inch. He holds you off for only a moment before meeting your hips in a rough collision, meeting you in the middle with his hips thrusting upward as he brings you down. You cry out loudly, sinking both your teeth and nails into his skin. His left hand goes down to your ass and gropes the fat, squishing the meat in his big palm before slapping it, “Atta girl. You can take it all like this, right, baby?”

“Mhm..! Want it all!—fuck!” and so it begins. A slow, agonizing beginning with deep, precise thrusts and heavy collisions. Tears are already brimming in your eyes and you can't help but squeal every time his entire length delves into you, his balls slapping against your ass and the base of his cock hitting your clit. His grunts in your ears are like music to your ears, deep and guttural to the point where it’s providing extra stimuli. The mirror gives Itto the perfect view of how cute you are, pressed so tightly and clinging so hard to his body as if you were horrified of letting go. In practice, you're so much better than what he imagined. So much cuter. So much more tailored perfectly to him, like you were made to serve and be fucked by him. He wants to treat you as his princess. Spoil you in pleasure and fuck you weak like you deserve, but this pit of fire in his chest burns otherwise. And maybe this is another instinct that comes with being a man, but taking you slowly isn't enough for him. He needs to fuck you like an animal.

That's enough for him to pull out of you, pull you off of him without a word, and push you against the mattress. He’s flipping you to your stomach with obvious aggression, tuning out your questions, and yanking your hips back. He arches your ass high in the air, smoothing his hand down the curve of your back and pushing the back of your head to shove your face into the mattress, the other hand positioning his cock before he's wasting no time slamming back into you. Your eyes immediately widen and your jaw drops, squeals and yelps flowing from your throat as he holds no mercy, criminally pounding you with no second thought. He plows your cunt, every ounce of strength being put into his thrusts. With every connection of his tip to your G-spot, you swear you see stars cloud your vision, your body seemingly soaking in bliss.

You're forced to look into the mirror, watching his face contort from pleasured to determined, eyebrows furrowing and cheeks blowing and deflating, a repeated cycle as his eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows him up with ease. He hasn't had a taste of a pussy this good in so long that he’s losing himself, his head feeling like a blur as his first orgasm rushes up upon him. His grunts shift to moans, unabashedly sounding from his gut as he approaches his high. “Oh, fuck! Fuckfuckfuck– gonna cum inside you–!”

One final thrust has him dumping ropes of thick cum and pent-up frustration deep inside you, his hips twitching slightly as he dumps his load. His moans are incredibly arousing to you and you're whining just by hearing them, pushing your hips back against him and grinding–fucking yourself on his cock. His hand comes down against your ass, slapping it with a grin on his face. “So fuckin’ sexy, princess,” he muses, leaning over your body. He dips his head in the crook of your neck, lips kissing the tender skin. His tongue pokes through his lips, running from your neck to your shoulder where he kisses once more. “Gonna fuck you so full. ‘M not stopping ‘til I’ve given you everything I got.”

“I want it all…” you sniffle, connecting your eyes through the mirror. He only grins wider, brushing the side of your face with his fingers. “I know. My angel’s gonna take every last bit, like the fucktoy she is..”

He starts again. Rough and mean, calloused hands grabbing your biceps and tugging you to him. His hips are like magic, hitting every and any spot perfectly, with just enough power that your voice is on a loop. Your hips smack with disgusting wetness, the sound loudly bouncing off the walls. His name rolls off your tongue with ease, cry’s, and pleas that “‘'s too much!” filling his ears. He loves this. How your cunt contracts around him and how your voice sings his praises, it's like heaven for him.

“Rub your clit..make yourself cum, princess,” he whispers, changing the pace at which he fucks you. He returns to the slower, deeper thrusts, watching as you obediently toy with your clit before ferociously attacking the sensitive bud, contrasting completely to him and fighting for your orgasm. Your head throws backward and your toes curl, it's coming. You don't even have to say anything before he’s picking up the pace once more, sloppily railing into you. It's all too much, and before you know it, you're seeing white, your eyes rolling and your body falling limp as your orgasm knocks upon you. Your voice wears out by then, your body slumping to the mattress weakly as Itto lets you go, admiring the way your pussy spasms around him.

He takes no pause in letting you come down from your high, flipping you back over and raising your legs to your chest. Translucent white drips down your pussy, so pretty and making you shine. Itto wishes he would've done this sooner.

It continues on into the night. You're riding him, laying sideways, being crushed beneath him, curling up, getting on the floor– you're sure Itto made sure to put you in every position and fuck you on every surface in his bedroom, making you cum with each one. It’s amazing how much stamina a determined Arataki Itto holds. It’s even scary when he has no remorse for abusing your cunt like nothing. Maybe you’ll stay home and won't try to move out– but if you do, he's sure to help you make some memories before you go.

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Hi! So I really love your "When You Can't Find The Quiet" series and I think it's amazing how well you write! If you're still taking requests I'd love to see another part with maybe like Bucky and Steve helping the reader through a meltdown. Like Peter's ill or something so couldn't be there and Tony's away on some kind of business but like Happy picked the reader up and took them to the tower and Tony contacted Bucky to help. And like Steve's confused and just draws for the reader or something?

(Can be read as standalone or as (the much delayed) WYCFTQ pt 6)

There weren’t many people you interacted with on a regular basis, and that was just the way you preferred it.

People are scary. Unpredictable. Deceit hidden behind curtains of seemingly genuine intent, gauzy and constantly shifting and impossible to focus on what lies beyond. It didn’t make sense. All your life you had been exactly as you were, no lies, no acting unless instructed to. The masking kind, only, as you tried to keep up in the neurotypical social game. Frankly, it all seemed rather put on and pointless and by the time you reached high school you’d all but given up on it. Given up on trying to decode other people as well. There was too much shit going on, and it was the path of least resistance to settle on your small group of friends and leave it at that. Minimal masking, minimal need for interpretation. You trusted your friends to be who they said they were, and you showed up with no pretences held.

That being said, entering Peter’s world was terrifying. Here were adults that seemed to have true intentions; adults with the time and resources to make your life easier in a way you’d never before had access to. Adults- Tony, Nat, Bucky, Pepper- who said they wanted to help. Who did help, and not in the way you were used to adults ‘helping’, with social rules and short reprimands and sad sighs when you just didn’t get it. You had to trust them. Because without that help, trying to manage being a generally functioning human that left the apartment and did homework and went to school and didn’t punch randoms on the subway on instinct for standing too close, felt impossible. Part of you felt shame for having grown so reliant, but you knew the alternative all too well. Complete shutdown. Burnout. Months of being so hazy and out of it nothing felt real and nothing got done. So, reluctantly, you accepted the status quo.

Meltdowns happen. They suck ass. At this point you felt like you’d experienced every possible way that they could happen, the growing Big Bad Feeling in the pit of your guts almost familiar. They honestly didn’t get any easier with time (or, to phrase it kinda weirdly, with practice). The humiliation stung just as harshly after every one when you had nothing left to give. The Post-Meltdown Energy Drain leaving you collapsed on the floor like some kind of deflated beanbag, letting everyone else take over. You could cry over the mortification later when you had the spoons.

This last meltdown was no different. It had grown over a few days, the general unrest of the student body headed towards summer break doing nothing to help, nor did the constant stickiness of late-May humidity. It made sense, in a weird parallel way- humidity inevitable breaks with a storm, and the growing sense of badness broke in a meltdown. It was only too bad you couldn’t have waited until school was out to have it in the privacy of your bedroom. The floor probably would’ve been less gross as well, but even the thought of high school corridor germs wasn’t enough to get you up as you waited for Happy.

It wasn’t usually Happy who picked you up. Tony typically did it himself, and as selfish as it felt you preferred it that way. He knew what to do, and he hadn’t belittled you for it yet so there was a growing sense of trust that it was an unlikely scenario. Alas, being an avenger and owning a multi-billion dollar company is no casual business, and there was just no way he was able to come and get you, so Happy was enlisted. You weren’t sure what to make of Happy. He never really said much to you (not that you would’ve said much in return) but he seemed to like Peter. Only problem was, Peter wasn’t even at school today. Probably hurt himself patrolling, given that it was probably impossible for his genetically enhanced ass to get sick. Lucky.

The slapping of Happy’s shoes on the worn linoleum broke your train of thought. The corridor was being kept clear by Ned and the new school nurse, who probably volunteered just to not have to figure out what else to do. You could’ve sworn none of these people had ever met another goddamn autistic person out in the wild before. Which, their loss, honestly. You hoisted yourself up on a locker and followed Happy on autopilot, eyes glazed over by the time you reached the distinctive black car. You felt like absolute shit. But every part of your brain was yelling at you to act fine, act normal, like nothing had ever happened.

Unsurprisingly, Happy didn’t say a word the entire drive back. You felt like every atom in your body had been drained of energy and you collapsed against the window of the car, too viscerally exhausted to care about the vibration of the car against your skull. Somewhere deep in your brain you tried to remember all the steps to the sensory room- the elevator, the right level, FRIDAY, the security pass- but each thought was too much effort to complete, and trailed off part way through. You kept trying over and over and over and over to remember how to do it, how to get to safety, with each attempt fizzling out sooner and sooner and never eventuating. You were too preoccupied with forcing the repetitive thought loop to recognise pulling into a driveway, down to the garage, half closed eyes seeing nothing, and the bone-tiredness letting your head just hang when the pressure of the door dropped as someone opened it from outside. Cool metal pushed hair back from your forehead and held you up as the restraint of the seatbelt rescinded and you realised it was Bucky.

He didn’t even ask before transferring most of your weight to his shoulder, and picking you up and out of the car. Somewhere in the haze you considered that maybe, this treatment was embarrassing; after all, you’d only met Bucky like, twice, and this was the second time he’d seen you in at some point in the meltdown life-cycle. But your body felt simultaneously numb and tingly and not there at all, and you didn’t even have the energy to cry despite desperately wanting to be able to, and all you could do was sink into his shoulder and try and keep your eyelids open.

You could feel when Bucky spoke. “Hey, can you grab that blanket over there? It’s weighted.”

Still feeling devoid of any capacity, you almost imperceptibly shook your head. Bucky rubbed your shoulder. “It’s okay, I wasn’t asking you, doll. We’re up in the sensory room. Steve is here. He wants to help, and I’m gonna get him to grab the weighted blanket so we can rest on that big comfy beanbag. You can sleep if you want, or we can just ride this out until you’re feeling a bit better. Nice and easy,” he lowered himself to slowly fall back into the memory foam. It only just occurred to you that you were gripping onto Bucky’s shirt for dear life, that the only way he would’ve been able to put you down would be to pry himself from your entangled hands. An honestly, you didn’t even fucking care. Humiliation aside, Bucky felt steady and calm and reassuring and you still felt so unsafe in your mind and body, an unrest that could easily spiral into meltdown round two. Which, ya know, you’d rather not do. Fighting sleep, you felt the air shift next to you and Steve returned, draping the grounding weight of the blanket over your jittery bones. He had something else with him too; as he sat on the ground beside you and Bucky, you registered that it was a sketchbook, and without a word he started to draw. First a landscape, a sunset, some birds, etched in grey then filled in pastels of colour. Mesmerised, you watched as your consciousness dripped away, sleeping in the way you only ever did when you were safe

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