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girlpornparadise · 4 years

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The Caged Bird Moans (pt 6)

Pairing: Diego Jimenez/f!Reader (Power - Starz)

Word Count: ~ 1700

Warnings: It’s a bit Stockholm syndromey, but that’s not a real thing anyway (look it up). Not exactly non-con, but it skirts the idea, so if power disparities aren’t your jam, please move along. It just real dirty. SMUT!

Personal ramble: Would anyone actually react like this to the situation I’ve set forth? No. But just as the pizza guy is never hot and doesn’t offer you his extra sausage, this is porn people! So suspend your disbelief and don’t hate on me for my bullsh*t.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You know you’re betraying your family name, and you don’t care. They’re the reason you’re in this mess to begin with. You wonder why you are still his prisoner but don’t really mind at this point. The families must be in some kind of pissing contest, full of machismo fueled exchanges and threat filled arguments.

No matter. You have run of the condo with no real desire to leave. He provides you only with his shirts from now on figuring you won’t try to escape with so little clothing and no shoes. He loves to see you in his shirts because you are cloaked in him and are unmistakably his. He leaves a plush blanket on the couch if you get cold and when you wrap it around you, you imagine his embrace.

When it’s time for business to be conducted you hide in the guest room. You turn the TV loud to drown out the arguments. You occasionally hear Diego’s aggressive demeanor above the din and it sends a bit of a thrill through you to be chosen by a man who commands so much respect.

A few more days pass and you swim in the ecstasy of being with him. The demands to take you over and over, on any surface, at any time. The beauty you find in every detail of his body. The genuine affection you have for him, but that he can’t reciprocate.

He comes into your room in the evening as you read a trashy mystery novel he had brought to you. You put the book down and perk up, excited to see him. You feel your body begin to buzz at the thought of him claiming you again.

His demeanor lacks its usual bravado though, and you find yourself filled with concern. His posture is slightly slumped and his arms fall at his sides without their usual forced tension.

He sits down next to you on the bed and puts his hand over yours, both now resting on your thigh.

“Oh my good girl.” he sighs. “I go to finalize your release tonight.” He looks genuinely saddened behind his usually stone-faced facade.

You can’t help your sadness as tears threaten to well. He cups your face more gently than he ever has and looks deep into your eyes.

“I could never keep you, my caged little bird.” His voice as soft as his gaze.

He plants a kiss on your lips, wet but almost chaste. He caresses your cheek and as a tear rolls down it, his thumb firmly brushes it away.

When you open your eyes, he smooths his hand over your hair, and crooks a small smile at you.

You reach out to his chest as he leans in to kiss you again. You scrape your hands across the soft fabric covering his broad surface and his lips seek yours, hungrily massaging them. You smile into his mouth as you feel his gruff facial hair brush against your chin.

He tenses and relaxes beneath your roving touch, his heavy breathing betraying the desperation he feels for you and you feel his chest rise and fall beneath your hands.

He cups your breasts through your shirt, feeling their warmth and weight in his hands and kisses you once more.

He shifts his weight and he lays you down gently on your back. And for the first time, he makes love to you. It’s not his usual aggressive, lust fueled peepshow. This time it isn’t a conquest, but a goodbye letter in physical form.

His hands are gentle as he caresses your skin. The bare inside of your forearm, the nape of your neck, the ridge of your collarbone. He pecks gentle kisses along your neck and jaw, and you close your eyes in a waking dream.

He unbuttons the shirt you’re wearing slowly as he watches your movements. The heave of your breasts under his strong hands makes his cock twitch inside of his pants. He opens your shirt and takes your breasts in his palms as he rubs them, circling his thumbs slowly across the sensitive skin. He takes your nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue as it hardens beneath his heat. You sigh heavily.

As he pushes himself up off of the bed, you reach for the buttons on his shirt and work them open to release him from its confines. You drag your hands slowly down his chest, his abs, to his pants. You remove the belt and undo his fly.

As you release his straining cock he reaches down and discards his remaining clothing. You feel the warmth of the skin on his legs brushing against yours and his erection grazing against you as he positions himself over top of you.

He slides his hand between your wet folds and pushes two of his fingers past your threshold. As he drags them along your walls you roll your hips to his rhythm.

He’s watching your face this time, reading your twitches and whimpers, trying to decipher the key to your ecstasy.

He removes his hand and licks the slick off of his fingers. He holds his cock firmly and glides it into you slowly, agonizingly slowly so you feel every inch settling into you.

He rocks slowly and deliberately this time, savouring every moment inside of you. You grab desperately at him, never wanting to let him go. You are clinging to the moment and all of the heat, sweat, fire and passion passing between you. This brief eternity being precious to you both.

As he presses his hips more firmly against you, lingering in your depths, your pleasure crests and you exhale his name. This sends him over the edge and he empties his body into yours with a gentle final push.

You reluctantly release your grasp on him and let him fall to your side. Your eyes study him, trying to memorize him in this moment. He’s unguarded and radiates a peacefulness his lifestyle so rarely affords him. You both lay still for a moment, lost in each other’s breathing.

“You’re not the monster everyone thinks you are.” You gently say as you reach over and stroke his jaw.

“That’s our little secret.” He replies, those cheeky dimples melting your heart.

He kisses your forehead and gets up off the bed. He pulls on his boxers and pants. You watch him zip them up then he retrieves his shirt, which he buttons up and smooths down until he decides himself presentable.

As he leaves, he doesn’t speak, but he pauses at the door and looks at you longingly. With the slightest of nods, he takes his leave. You lay back looking at the ceiling as you try to untangle what you’re feeling from what is rational and true. The impossible knot has manifested itself in your stomach as a mangled ache. You try to breathe steadily and drift in and out of a dreamless sleep for a few hours.

When you wake, you sit on the bed, waiting anxiously for the next move. You picture Diego and his henchmen taking you blindfolded to an alley for some kind of hand-off. You decide you watch too many movies.

Suddenly an uneasy feeling hits the pit of your stomach, and your heart beats faster. Intuition is telling you that something is about to happen and it isn’t what you’d just been picturing.

The elevator dings and you hear a major commotion as several men trample into the penthouse.

“Find her!” Says a commanding and somehow familiar voice.

In a panic, you back yourself into the corner of the room, next to the window and pull your knees up to your chest, hugging yourself into a ball.

The room’s door swings open and crashes into the wall as 3 men with guns enter. You tense at their sight, but when they see you and that the room is clear, they lower their weapons.

“She’s in here.” One of them shouts.

In rushes their boss, your grandfather. He sees you shaking and barely clothed and pulls the duvet off the bed to wrap you in it. He crouches down beside you as you’re swaddled by its warmth.

You’re relieved that it’s him, but still in shock.

“It’s ok, it’s going to be ok. You’re safe now." He reassures you.

You take deep, gasping breaths, still shaking.

"He can’t hurt you now. We’ve made sure of that.” In your addled state you look at him, confused.

“Diego Jimenez is dead sweetheart. He’ll never lay a finger on you again.”

Your heart stops and your body goes cold and suddenly you can’t hold back and the floodgates open. You sob uncontrollably into your grandfather’s arms.

He mistakes your tears for the tears of trauma, assuming your fear found its resolution. They are tears of relief he tells himself. The tears that will begin your healing from the whole ordeal.

You sob and heave and struggle to catch your breath and it continues for what feels like hours. He lets you wear yourself out, and when the sobbing subsides and your body stops shaking you are handed some warm clothes.You dress yourself and are escorted to the elevator.

Your grandfather wants a doctor to examine you, but you persuade him to let you go home instead. You’ve never felt so old or exhausted in your life.

“You are free now little bird.” You tell yourself sadly.

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You return to your family and they coddle you for a while. There are big celebrations and intimate dinners, and you eat and try to laugh when you’re expected to. There are therapists to help you process the trauma, but despite the promise of confidentiality, you make up most of your harrowing ordeal. Anyone could be on the family payroll. Anyone.

You must conceal the sadness in your heart. At the loss of a man you were falling for, but could never be yours. You keep him as a secret, locked away from everyone you know, lest your family disown you.

You eventually leave the city and your life returns to normal. But when you’re alone, late at night, the intense passion seared in your memory and in the fibers of your body makes you wistfully smile and your heart longs to be caged once more.

#diego jimenez #maurice compte #starz power #fic #smut #moar diego #moar growly murder panther

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lipsyncforyourlife · 3 years

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#Nina Flowers Discography #Eternal #DJ Goozo #JR Loppez #Diego Santander #Thiago Antony #Henriq Moares #Carlos Pepper #Angel Cruz

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luizdominguesfan · 3 years

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https://orrameueuropa.webradiosite.com

Amigos: Vamos para a 9ª edição do programa: "Eu Recomendo com Luiz Domingues” pela Webradio Orra Meu.

Desta feita, nós ouviremos uma dose reforçada de Rock’n’Roll, Blues-Rock, Hard-Rock, Blues e Country-Rock através dos seguintes artistas: Pão de Hamburguer, Stranhos Azuis, Tomada, Dito Branco, Marcio Tucunduva, Pedras Pilotáveis, Tukley Ganzert e Diego Moraes.

Terça-Feira, dia 15 de março de 2022, às 19 horas. Repetição nas terças posteriores (22 e 29/3 e no dia 5/4/2022), no mesmo horário.

Pauta e apresentação: Luiz Domingues. Edição e produção geral: Emmanuel Barreto

#Pão de Hamburguer #Stranhos Azuis #Tomada #Dito Branco #Marcio Tucunduva #Pedras Pilotáveis #Tukley Ganzert #Diego Moares #rock brasileiro #Webradio Orra Meu #Programa Eu Recomendo com Luiz Domingues Webradio Orra Meu #Luiz Domingues #emmanuel barreto

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bad4amficideas · 3 years

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I have a list of 14 villains (15 if I would count Mr.Freeze, 13 after I kill Joker) from Batman and I must do at least 1 HC for each one for Earth 1T8 aka I'm the Bat?!

Do you want to hear from someone specific? Must I add moar villains like Shiva or even other dimensions as Jokester or Duela Dent?? (Tecnhically no villains but Reader would prefer they wouldn't get near them because reasons)

(* means plots requires me do it, so don't worry). They are in Current Tier List btw

Ra's al Ghul* (alias Henry Ducard, the Demon)

Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn)*

Thomas Elliot (Hush)*

Roman Sionis (Black Mask)

Harvey Dent (Two Faces)*

Talia al Ghul (alias Miranda Tate, Demon's Daughter)

Slade Wilson (Deathstroke)

Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy)

Selina Kyle (Catwoman)

Johnathan Crane (Scarecrow)

Edward Nygma/Nashton (Riddler)

Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot (Penguin)

Edward Dorrance/Antonio Diego (Bane)

Joker?? (alias Red Hood, Jack Napier + Arthur Fleck + Jerome Valeska + Jeremiah Valeska)

Can believe this was the easiest gif with more villains than har+ivy, har+joker I could found?

#earth 1t8 talk #batman imagine #yandere batman x reader #earth 1t8 #batman x reader #yandere batman

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hallowedhuntress · 4 years

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Here we go again! Part 1, Part 2

Part 3 Moar Non-Canon Cullen pairings

Alice x Rosalie

Your ideal relationship dynamic is femme4femme.

Bella x Angela

You just want good things for Angela. And honestly, I can’t blame you.

Bella x Jessica

You think Jessica deserves better than Mike. And you’re absolutely right.

Bella x Victoria

You are a monsterfucker.

Maria x Jasper

You’re a slut for angst. And emotional manipulation.

Bree Tanner ( Bree is a cullen fight me) x Diego

You read The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner and want better things for Bree. And honestly, I can’t blame you.

Bree x Seth

You also went better things for Bree. But you’re Team Wolf Pack.

Bree x Alec

You also want better things for Bree. But you’re Team Volturi.

Carlisle x Charlie

You’re always a slut for that hot, dad-on-dad action.

Carlisle x Charlie x Billy

What’s better than two dads? THREE DADS!

#what your favorite twilight ship says about you #twilight #twilight saga #twilight memes #cullens #this is really fun #I'll definitely keep doing these #making all these edits is a lot of work tho #so updates might be slow

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cosmicfanon89 · 4 years

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For absolutely no reason I shall give my ratings on the Jurassic Park/World movies and provide reasoning behind it. No I will not be taking constructive criticism and no you can not change my mind.

Jurassic Park (1993)

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Obviously it gets 5 stars. It's a classic and there is literally nothing bad you can say about it.

Pros:

-Literally anything

- The characters are bangin'

-The animatronics

-Rexy kicking ass and taking names

-The incredibly memorable lines 'Clever Girl' 'Must go faster' 'Life uh, finds a way'

- Non extraneous relationship

Cons:

-?????????

-You serious? There are none.

The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997)

⭐⭐⭐⭐

Pros:

- Jeff Goldblum rises

- New scenery

- MOAR RAPTORS

- 'Don't go into the long grass!'

- T-Rex parents

- Love the San Diego scene

- Did I mention Jeff Goldblum?

- Animatronics

Cons:

- The weird boat massacre that didn't make any sense.

- 2D villian in the form of John Hammond's nephew.

- The senseless death of Eddie (R.I.P)

- Kind of extraneous relationship.

Jurassic Park III (2003)

⭐⭐⭐.5

Pro:

- Alan Grant returns

- New dinos

- Most badass kid character (mf Eric Kirby lasted eight weeks on that island living off of scraps. Hands down best kid character)

- No forced, pointless romance.

- RAPTORS!!!!!!

- Animatronics again

Cons:

-The fucking airplane scene. Like WTF?

- How fast the Rex got rekt

- The obvious plot holes (the beginning boat scene, again that airplane scene)

- The fact that Ellie and Grant broke up.

Jurassic World (2015)

⭐⭐⭐⭐.5

Pros:

-RAPTOR SQUAD 4LIFE

- You're my girl Blue!

- Rexy Returns

-A realization of John Hammond's dream

-Seriously, I would pay any amount to go to Jurassic World

- The Indomious was pretty badass I'll admit

- 'I was with the Navy not the Navajo'

- Detective Goren and Dr. Huang as bad guys.

- Chris Pratt riding a motorcycle through the jungle with a pack of raptors. Enough said.

- Rexy and Blue vs Indomious

Cons:

- The CGI (while good) has nothing on animatronics

- Forced romance

- Pretty lame kid characters

- Simon Masarani dying

- Detective Goren and Dr Huang as bad guys :/

- 75% of the Raptor Squad dying

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018)

⭐⭐.5

Pros:

- The beginning scene was banging af. Seeing that had me hopeful for the movie.

- Blue, just Blue, she's my fav

- Rexy bc she is best

- OMFG THE BABY RAPTOR SQUAD

Cons:

- Where do I begin?

- The completely disjointed story that felt more like a bunch of cut together vignettes instead of a cohesive movie.

- Forcing a romance that is just wrong

- The cloned girl sub plot (why? Just why?)

- That scene (you know the one I'm talking about. I will not speak of it)

- The cheesy villains and their plot (really selling dinos? What could possibly go wrong?)

- How the dinos turned into cartoons. Like really the scene with Buffalo Bill was straight from a Looney Toon sketch.

- Shooting Blue. Why you gotta do my girl dirty like that?

- Again that stupid forced romance that made absolutely no sense.

- Too short of a time on the island

- Claire's 180 heel turn (? What? So after being nearly killed by dinos you suddenly want to save them?)

- Completely glossing over the Mosasaurs escape until the very end (? Seriously? That was kinda a BIG thing to miss)

- Not enough Goldblum

- The fucking end scene where they're all in the car looking like fucking dead eyed idiots.

- Again GLOSSING OVER THE MOSASAURS ESCAPE!!!!!!!!!!!

#jurassic park #jurassic world #jurassic franchise #the lost world #jurassic park 3 #jurassic world fallen kingdom #review #jurassic series #alan grant #ellie sattler #ian malcolm #owen grady #claire dearing #blue the raptor #raptors #raptor squad #rexy

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1zashreena1 · 4 years

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No Shame 8

Pairing: M/F, OC/Priest!Diego (OR NOT) Jimenez [Starz Power] AU IMAGINE

Rating: LITERAL FILTH

Warnings: feelings-dick-feelings sandwich, Too Cute, MOAR BABIES, the babies are in danger, sand gets everywhere, power imbalance, astronomical blasphemy, Diego’s pornographic mouth, old timey woman related bullshit, consent issues, set some time before 1900 in what will be present day Mexico.

Summary: Remember the Zorro TV shows? And the movie? And also Beauty and the Beast? It’s like that but with Diego dick.

A/N: I guess I’m just gonna keep writing until it stops?? I am an atheist so please keep that in mind as I unintentionally mangle Christianity in general and Catholicism in particular. This was prompted by an ask, you know who you are >.>

Tag a friend! @girlpornparadise @nicke0115 @fleurfatale89 @mandoplease @heresathreebee @chensingmachinee @kid-from-new-zealand @xxidontwikeitxx @demoncatstone @allalngthewtchtower @dirtynerdy98 @lettherebrelight

Everything is dark again. You blink repeatedly before realizing it is not you, the sun has already set. Moonlight is shimmering on the patio tiles in the little courtyard, Did he leave the doors open?

Diego is not in the bed, but the bedroom door is open. You slide off the side of the bed and wince, your poor little parts are sore. Between the paddle, his beard, and the pounding, you are limping ever so slightly. As you round into the bathroom you encounter Diego standing at the sink, drying his hands.

Oddly enough, he is wearing all black.

"Hello." You whisper softly, unsure if you are interrupting. The smile he turns on you is both reassuring and decimating. No one needs to look so good, with those damn dimples.

"There you are. I have clothing for you," Diego indicates a small stack on the countertop, "Meet me in the kitchen after you dress. We are going on an adventure." His voice is excited, he is fairly quivering with anticipation. He steps forward to cup your chin in those beautiful hands, kisses your forehead, and then squeezes past you to disappear down the hall.

What just happened?

What is about to happen?

You wash your face and braid your hair before dressing, the clothing is a simple ensemble of a shirt and flowing… pants? They resemble a split skirt except the material is very similar to the shirt; loose and airy, and the "split" goes high up like pants. It is ridiculously comfortable and you are actually a bit angry that something like this existed and you did not know of it. Your short boots are waiting for you in the middle of the bedroom floor. Message received, Diego, you chuckle as you don them.

Diego is in the kitchen eating without you.

"Hey! I want food." You pout immaturely. Diego only smiles and hands over his half full plate. You realize that he was planning on sharing it with you to begin with and feel a bit self-conscious. Oh, it does not stop you from eating, of course, but you do catch brown eyes watching you amusedly.

Diego leads you to the stables where Dante is already saddled and waiting. To his side is the Friesian mare who birthed Cirrus, also saddled and waiting for you. Delilah is pleased to see you, she huffs in your face and nickers gently. Dante, ever so much like his master, demands some of your attention before you are permitted to mount. You kiss his velvety muzzle, then let Diego boost you up.

Delilah is actually a bit larger than Dante, you are of an even height with Diego once both seated. Although he does tend to treat you as an equal, it is nice to not have to look up at him for once.

"Where are we going?" The question has to be called after him because Diego is leading you away. It does not require much effort on your part, horses naturally want to keep together. You trust Delilah's sure footing in the darkness.

Diego turns back and smiles, you can see his teeth glittering in the full moonlight, to tell you, "The ocean, little girl."

Huh?

"In the middle of the night?" Confusion colors your voice. You wonder what the purpose of this little expedition is. Delilah follows Dante when the path narrows through the forest, but she sidles up alongside every time the road is wide enough.

"This is a very particular night during a particular time. I think you will enjoy it very much." Diego is so very proud, he reminds you of a child that simply KNOWS you are going to LOVE their gift.

You pass through some archways of thick foliage, then a hall like structure carved through a cliffside, to pop out onto a beach. It is stunning.

The sand is wide and dark, both outer ends of the beach are buttressed by cliffside, but dense rainforest forms the backdrop for most of this cove. The waves crash in the distance, there is much wet sand visible where the tide has gone out. The moonlight twinkles like gemstones on the water and the air is filled with the sounds of wildlife.

You do not realize you are crying until the burning tears roll down your cheeks. Never before have you seen anything like this. Its is profoundly large and awe inspiring, you feel very tiny and overwhelmed. Diego circles back to check on you.

"Are you unhappy?" He is watching you intently, trying to judge your mood.

"It is beautiful, Diego." You turn to him in a daze. Your grateful whisper is bursting with emotion, "Thank you."

He smiles broadly and looks so...soft. one large hand comes up in offering, you take it without thinking. Dante sidesteps closer until all four of you are pressed together. Diego indicates an unremarkable patch of sand in the distance with a soft, "Watch."

Nothing happens for a long few minutes until suddenly the sand is moving. You lean forward and squint, trying to comprehend what you are seeing. Slowly but surely, tiny things are emerging from the ground and heading out to sea. They look like some kind of sea creatures?

"What is that?" You breathe.

"Baby sea turtles. They hatch and run directly for the safety of the water. I come down here on the nights of the full moon during this season." Diego explains without a hint of condescension. When you look to him you notice that he is watching the sky.

"Why?" It is clear that he has a purpose in doing this.

"The full moon shows the babies easily, it draws the sea birds. I can chase them away so the little ones have a better chance."

This man is never what he seems.

You watch him in wonder, then look down to your small hand in his large one. It takes a moment for your epiphany to sink in, but when it does…

This is what I want.

I want Diego.

Tugging on his hand, you bring his attention back to you. Diego's eyes are black in the darkness, his face open and interested in whatever you are about to do. You take in the broad shoulders, his strong neck and wide chest, every perfectly blessed inch of him. It is easy to see his strength, but even easier for you to see is his gentle softness. The easy way he handles horses, the warm care for these itty bitty wild creatures that give nothing back to him. His eagerness to please you, to provide for you, is like nothing you have ever known.

You are kissing before you can think to lean into him. Soft lips, scratchy beard, and hot tongue become the focus of your world. Everything is a blur, you are moving, being lifted and carried, it does not matter because the kissing never stops. Your feet are on the ground, then your butt, Diego is on top, you pull and tug on his clothing, and then it is nothing but his skin on yours. Every inch you can reach, can kiss, receives special treatment. He has a breast in his mouth and a hand between your legs, it is not enough. It will never be enough.

Reaching down between your bodies to stroke his length vibrates a groan into the nipple to which he is attached. It feels heavenly but you know it could be sublime if he would just take you already. He is hard and leaking, you swipe up yourself and spread the wetness over his erection to entice him. When that fails you admit total defeat and simply beg, "Please, please Diego. Need you."

"Yes, little girl." Diego mutters as he positions himself over you, rubbing the head through your folds as he hisses in pleasure. Your writhing is either very tempting or highly unhelpful because he laces his fingers with yours and holds you down to the sand.

"Look at me." He growls, teeth clenched and brow furrowed. You drown in his gaze, deeper than the ocean beyond. Diego swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing, "Be mine, little girl. Say yes to me right now, let me have you, let me keep you."

His need washes over you, stronger than any tide, and you want nothing more than to be swept away. Carried off to never return to the life you once knew. It is terrible and exhilarating and you want it, oh, do you want it.

"Yes. Yes!" Nodding, you cry as he fills you entirely. It feels as though your whole body has been hollowed only for Diego to complete you. He buries his face in your neck and worries the sensitive skin with his teeth. You wrap your legs around his hips and urge him faster. Everything outside of the two of you is blurry nonsense, so far beneath your concern.

"Little girl, you are mine. Will fill you, please you, keep you. Mine, mine, come for Father." That rough voice is breathy with emotion, his demanding pleas cannot be ignored when he makes you feel so very good. Your fingers curl into his broad shoulders, you can feel every sinful inch of him throbbing inside you, Diego kisses up your neck as you tighten around him. So close, please, please, yes.

"That is it. Give yourself to me. Be mine, my good little girl, Zera." He pants into your ear. Your spine bows as you crest, rippling down around him in ecstatic spasms. The resistance of his thick heat buried deep only heightens your pleasure. You assume you are making noise, but you do not care. Diego whines softly as he follows you, grinding deep.

The collapse of his big body on top of you is more comforting than stifling. Both of you lie there, chests heaving, until something touches your foot. The pitch of your shriek startles everyone on the beach. Diego rolls to his back and carries you with him, cradled into his lap for safety. The horses are over by the treeline sneaking illicit snacks. You whip around to find the source of your terror and-

It is a tiny little turtle.

There is a nest opening just past where your feet were and dozens of the babies are tunneling out, making their way to the water.

"Oh." You utter lamely.

Diego flops to his back and laughs until he cries, there are snorts, too, just for good measure. You want to be irritated that he is laughing at you but it is not possible. Rather, you plop your torso across his and join him. The little ones pay no mind to the insane humans.

Diego brushes the sand off of your back and you wince, the scratches from earlier in the week are still tender. A cascade of sand flows across his chest when you turn your head and your hair shakes. You eye the water intently.

"What are the currents like? Or the sand beyond the waterline?" The questions take Diego by surprise.

"Do you truly mean to swim in the ocean? Right now?" He gawks at you. Really, is that scoff necessary?

"... yes? I can swim. And rather well at that. I have been in the ocean before, too." You lift your chin in defiance.

"There is a steep drop off out further, but if you stick to waist height or so it should be fine. The sand is the same, currents are fine until the drop." Diego answers dazedly as you stand in front of him, nude in the moonlight. Despite having spent inside you mere minutes ago, he looks ravenous again.

"Are you coming?" Your taunt is delivered over your shoulder as you stroll away, his dark eyes are trained on your rump. He really does like it.

The water is a bit more chilly than you expected, it hardens your nipples with a shiver. A heart attack is provided to you free of charge when you turn back. You cannot stop the whimper, That man should come with a warning.

Diego stalking to you, emblazoned in ethereal moonlight, completely and blessedly nude, needs to be the last thing you see before you die. Maybe Mother was right and there is a God.

You manage to focus long enough to rinse off most of the sand, your hair is now ten pounds heavier with seawater. Diego, of course, completes the entire activity with devastating grace and no small show of gleaming muscles. Your entire train of thought has narrowed down to 'hrrrrrrrr' when something brushes your leg in the waist deep water. When you look down you see the triangular tip of a fin and your brain locks up.

"We have to get out. Now!" You hiss as the long shadow under the water circles further away.

"What? What is wrong?" Diego’s confusion turns into determination to protect you the instant he sees your face. All you can do is point to the shadow with a trembling hand. Diego grabs your waist and pushes, "Go. Quickly but controlled. Try not to splash."

You do as he says, trusting him at your back. The water has lowered to your knees when you hear a splash and turn just in time to watch Diego punch a shark.

You reach out and snatch his other wrist to yank him out of the water with you. In a mostly controlled fall you both collapse to the sand above the waterline. Diego is watching the water, you are watching him.

"Are you hurt?" The breathless anxiety of your question is loud in the night. Diego shakes his head but continues glaring at the ocean. You cannot see anything out there, so you ask, "What is it?"

Diego’s jaw grinds before he answers you, "It is eating the babies." And he cannot do anything about it. The anguished frustration in his voice breaks your heart. You slide next to him and wrap your arms around his larger one. Tentatively, your fingers stroke over his palm, Diego laces his fingers through yours with no hesitation.

"You cannot protect all the babies. And the shark still needs to eat. I am sorry." Unsure if that is helpful or not, you still have to try. He sighs deeply and nods, resigned to the morbid knowledge.

"I know. And I know it is the way of things. But they are babies!" He sputters indignantly.

Hysterical giggles are bubbling up in your chest, you struggle to keep it down. You are going to lose this battle and you know it. Diego looks down at you when an aborted snort escapes, his questioning brow breaks you.

"YOU PUNCHED A SHARK!" You shriek madly and dissolve. It is too much, you cannot process this, you are going to vomit from laughter. Folding in half, you howl into your own stomach and cry. Diego is chuckling beside you, not that you can hear it over yourself, but his shoulders are shaking with it. He has to drag you to the horses where you both dress, him quickly and efficiently, you in mangled spurts of action and chortles.

The stablehands are waiting for your return, they take the horses and Diego ushers you inside. Your body melts into the bed and you are fast asleep before you can laugh yourself silly again.

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Something large and heavy is on your chest. It is very bright and you do not like it. Squinting downward, you see a rowdy mass of brown hair, Oh yes, a Diego.

The large man is on top of you, his head pillowed on your bosom. Diego snuffles softly and burrows in deeper, tickling you with his scruff. One huge hand is next to your head, it is the left. You cannot help but remember last night.

Was that a proposal? Did I accidentally agree to get married again? It makes no sense, he is already receiving all the benefits of a union without the hassles.

The sheet is bunched up above his rear, with a few gentle tugs from your toes it is slowly revealed. You do rather enjoy looking at him. The sudden urge to put your mouth on him is suffocating. I wonder if I could move without waking him.

The answer is no, as the second you move more than a few inches Diego pops upright in startlement. You freeze and watch him carefully. After confirming that there is no threat he looks down to your chest, then up to your face. Amazing.

"Do you need up?" The rasping voice is even more hoarse first thing in the morning and it makes you tingle.

"No. I just wanted to touch you. And, er, maybe, other… things?" Your squirming only makes your chest jiggle and Diego is delighted with all of your responses. Those huge hands cup your breasts and you moan. Loudly.

"Oh yes, you must wake me every time you get these urges. I will help you absolve yourself of these sinful thoughts." Diego purrs, eyes closing with pleasure as he grinds his growing length against your crotch.

"Wait, I mean yes please, but, I, I had a thought. Something to try? Maybe?" You stutter through the request, rolling your hips with his movements.

"Yes, little girl. Tell me your idea. You have the best ideas." Diego is flattening your breasts, leaning down to lap over your nipples in lazy rounds. Your hands cover his and you moan as your legs come up.

"Well I want you to, to, um, to lick me. But! I also want to, to do, the same, to you." The squeaky confession is so humiliating that you cover your face briefly. Diego's warm chuckle is not as reassuring as it should be.

"And how do you propose to do both simultaneously, hmm? What devious method have you devised to achieve this level of filthy debauchery?" His rumble is much closer, when you peek out between your fingers he is in your face, licking his lips lasciviously. Your center clenches tight.

"What if you lay o-on your back and I-" you cannot believe this is coming out of your mouth, "I lay on top of you, but, but like yesterday? Facing away, you see."

Diego has stopped moving.

You peer over your fingers to look at him. The bearded jaw hangs open and those brown eyes are very round. I have gone too far. This is too much. I am truly a whore, depraved, prurient, disgusting, irredeemable--

"You. Are. Brilliant."

Diego is rushing to get off of you, throwing himself down on the bed, and dragging your body to him. This is… not the response you were expecting. Really, Zera? The man is the most perverted person you have ever encountered.

He tosses you onto his chest as you yelp and pulls your hips up to his face. You can feel his hot breath on your core and you quiver with anticipation. There is only one problem: you cannot reach his erection.

"I need to be closer, I cannot rea-eeeech!" You squawk as he licks you from top to bottom. Oh yes, there it is. Your hips follow him wantonly. Diego scoots upward, you get carried along, until he is propped against the headboard. This moves his head closer to you and thus you can move further down on him and, well, now your face is full of cock.

Resting your full weight on him earns you a sigh, but the strangled groan brought on by wrapping both hands around his length is even better. It is easier this way, he cannot see your awkward facial expressions, you feel freer to be more exuberant with your activities. The first lick you manage makes his hips jerk. The needy whine he emits fills you with power.

Diego palms your rear enthusiastically, much to your pleasure. It seems you really, really, like to be touched there. You moan around the head of his cock and Diego hisses, "Sí, little girl. Take it into your mouth, you like my cock?"

Pulling off with an absolutely disgusting slurp, you answer him slyly, "Almost as much as you like my buttocks."

Honestly, you should have expected the slap.

"Again!" You demand imperiously before diving back down onto his length.

"Oh, you bad girl. Do you need to be spanked while you suck my cock?" Diego coos conceitedly. Your nod and muffled 'mm-hmm' earns you several more slaps. Each one is harder than the last until he is pushing you down on his erection with every impact. Everything about this makes you writhe desperately. His leaking manhood tastes divine, the big hands on your cheeks perfectly overwhelming, and the feel of him panting into your most highly forbidden place; it is all so very good.

"Look at you," Diego breathes, "Dripping wet and slobbering on my cock. Beautiful." His hands hold you open, He must be able to see inside me, it is humiliating and enticing and very confusing. He goes on obliviously, "Such a pretty little thing, open and wet for Father. Let me see you squeeze--"

You are obeying without thought, clenching down hard and hoping he can see the rippling of your muscles. His pained moan confirms it is visible. Your answering moan makes his cock jump in your mouth.

"Yes, oh sí, good girl." Diego growls, his hips twitch and you dig your nails into his skin, the growl turns into a whine. Maybe I am not the only one who likes rougher handling…

Experimentally, you rake nails over his thighs. Diego parts his legs and pants into your center. You let your hands slide between and claw into the muscle, Diego jerks and moans. Feeling exceptionally bold today, you decide to lightly hit him on his inner thigh.

The slap echoes loudly, but his moan is louder yet.

Before you can raise your hand to repeat the action he is yanking you up a bit and attacking your core. He is licking and sucking as if starved, the avalanche of sensation renders you boneless. The hot, wet pressure is almost too much. Diego takes advantage of your limpness to thrust into your mouth.

It should be insulting for him to use you thusly. It arouses you beyond your understanding. You try a few different angles and positions before settling on one that allows him smooth motion but keeps him from going deep enough to choke you. His girth requires your jaw to be held widely open and every time he withdraws you get a taste of saltiness.

Diego is growling incessantly, the vibrations feel amazing but you are too overwhelmed to reach completion while this is happening. The sensory overload is maddening. He is leaking profusely, it will not be much longer for him. You pull off to usher him along, you are feeling very bold today indeed.

"I want to swallow it. Give me what I want, Father."

The big body under yours shakes as Diego grips your hips hard enough to bruise and takes your mouth as he has taken your womanhood. You hang on and struggle to breathe, his beard is rubbing your nub harshly. The erratic thrusts are chaotic, haphazard and hurried, Diego is frantic. You moan lowly and it pushes him over the edge.

One huge hand lands on your head, holding you down as his straining length pours down your throat. Your eyes water as you pant through your nose, trying to swallow without gagging. Diego's hips twitch violently as he sobs into your folds.

Finally, he collapses to the bed, his heaving chest bouncing you. The flow has tapered off, you pull back and wipe your mouth with a few soft coughs. Diego releases you deliberately, you can feel his hands shaking as they leave your body.

"That was not too much? Still acceptable?" You ask anxiously, ever afraid that you will go too far. The growing silence makes your eyes burn with unshed tears, I will always be too much.

"You? Little girl. Zera. Turn around." Diego rasps. You are embarrassed, but somehow powerless to disobey this man. Sliding off to the side and turning around, you keep your head down and your eyes turned away. He sits up somewhat and gestures for you to come to him. Trembling, you do as requested. His hands grip your ribcage and he lifts you over him, you assist unthinkingly by moving your legs out of the way. Now straddling his wide chest, you have nowhere to look but at him. Diego cups your face and sighs up at you with big brown eyes.

"You may be the most aberrantly and perfectly perverse woman I have ever met. There is no such thing as too far if that is where you are going. Now come up here and receive your reward for being a very good girl who swallows my cock." Diego waggles his eyebrows at you ridiculously and you cannot help but laugh.

"Fine, but what do you mean 'come up here' ?" You are already on top of him, what more could be required? Diego releases your face to grip your rump again. He uses the hold to drag you up, up until your knees go over his shoulders, his face disappears beneath your crotch, and there is no way to mistake his intention. OH.

The first lick bows your back, the second brings your clawing fingers to the headboard, and the third makes you keen brokenly. Your hips want to follow his tongue, Is that allowed? It must be. You roll over him and Diego moans happily. His hands cup your butt cheeks to urge you on with enthusiasm. Taking him at his word, or moan, you slowly ease into motion. It takes no time at all and his constant happy noises until you are riding his face as you would his manhood.

The feel of his tongue covering nearly all of you is glorious. You try different pressures, resting ever more of your weight on him until it is perfect. The fear of smothering him eases as Diego is making a never ending stream of pleased sounds. The vibrations make your eyes roll back, his tongue is soft and hot, the beard rubs you deliciously, and those damn hands are gripping you so tightly.

"I-- oh, this is. You, yes, yesss." Your mouth does not require your consent. "Please, please, yes, this feels so good." Diego moans as you whine. Your hips jerk ever faster, his tongue presses insistently on the focal point of your pleasure. It is deliriously good. He clutches and massages your rear, he has not forgotten that you like for it to receive attention. Those long fingers slip between to rub everything he can reach. It is your undoing.

"Oh, yes, yes! Ahhhh!" If you had any sanity left you would be mortified to hear yourself. Your whole body quivers, your stomach tightens, and you clench down on emptiness as you come apart. The rounds of contractions are strong, waves of pleasure deep.

Your forehead crashes to the wall as you go limp, but Diego is not finished. He continues with his tongue, but his fingers come forward under you to slip inside. The noise you make into the wall is barely human. That wicked tongue never pauses as he uses his fingers in lieu of his cock. Long, slow, deep strokes into you as he laps over your very happy bud in infinite licks. You shake through another peak, sobbing into your arms, letting him do whatever he wishes.

You flinch away as it eases, everything is sore, and he releases you with no struggle. He knows I am not going anywhere, you chuckle to yourself. You sink down next to him in a heap, still panting. Diego looks extraordinarily pleased. He opens his mouth and you swoop down before he can start talking.

His facial hair is wet, it is tangy and salty, similar but different to the taste of his seed. You like this, too. The kisses are languid, you are both still tired.

"Mmm. Sleep, little girl. We have an errand to complete later." Diego rumbles into your mouth, licking over your lips one last time as he settles your smaller body into his. You are too tired to fight.

"What doing?" You yawn into his ribs.

"Mm, town. Go into town." Diego murmurs as he pets you down. Despite your misgivings, Diego can soothe you into calm unconsciousness with ease. You trust this man and he clearly means to take care of you.

Just once, maybe I will let someone else handle things.

#damnit diego #don diego #maurice compte #starz power diego jimenez #diego imagine au 1 #zash writes #doesnt matter what universe he is still a sugar daddy #he likes babies ok????#sharks gonna shark

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ambiengrey · 4 years

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"As much of The Umbrella Academy as I'll be able to get through before bedtime" might end up being no more than two episodes actually...

.::spoilage ahead warning::.

Episode 2

These colours are aesthetically pleasing.

Yipe.

Number 5 is a rebellious patoot XP

I love these transitions.

Vanya. Ben. Dad. As one does, you have your favourite siblings.

Aw :(

Uhm. Okay then. Mom's eye? :P

I am forever paying too much attention to colours.

One of our own? Ooooh. I forgot, did they specifically say how many women gave birth all of a sudden? Cause, then I missed it.

Interesting.

Luther is particular, with his alarm clocks.

Favourite siblings, as you do.

I want to meet Clair.

Did Mom name them only after Five disappeared?

Aw moar Ben :D

This is a fun relationship. Also, how is Ben reading things? His book is also a ghosty? XD

There are so many yellow things throughout the show.

Five's got business with the eyemaker.

I feel like he occasionally forgets people see him as a child.

Yellow and blue.

Cold case in 1938?

All of these children are so different, they're such interesting characters and I'm surprised to find I like all of them.

I guess Diego trying to become a cop was him going his own way, but when it didn't work out...

So. Seven days left?

Lol XD

I am looking forward to seeing all of these siblings hanging out with one another in turns.

The London job in 66. I'm just taking note.

Oh I seeeees.

What was your wish Allison? How did it backfire?

That's fair.

I can only laugh at this. It's great.

Vanya with the violin. I dig it.

Hi Leonard.

How does that even work? Does it only work with knives?

Come check out my woodworks. :| my works of wood. My wooden workings.

Whaaaaat is it??

Dolores for reals?

The music though. *0*

D: Oh. Aaaaaaahhh. Is that :( All of them. (is that Vanya or Mom burnt to a crisp?)

I love the music.

#ambiengrey watches #The Umbrella Academy #TUA spoilers #The Umbrella Academy spoilers #It's already dinner time... I think I'll watch episode 3 a little later...

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tmbgareok · 1 year

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JULY SHOWS are COMING UP!

July 6 Deerfield, MA - SOLD OUT July 7 New London, CT https://bit.ly/tmbg070723 ”An Evening with” show! Starts EARLY. 2 sets. All ages. BOOK + Flood favs and moar! 8 piece band. Horns. Loud. July 8 Pleasantville, NY - https://bit.ly/tmbg070823 headlining the Pleasantville Music Festival (just an hour north of NYC, and accessible by Metro North) July 14 San Diego SOLD OUT July 15 San Diego SOLD OUT July 16 Los Angeles Hollywood Bowl opening for Sparks https://bit.ly/tmbg071623

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juarezesdeporte · 1 year

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EXTIENDE LOCOMOTIVE RACHA GANADORA

EL PASO, Texas - El Paso Locomotive FC (West-2, 8-1-3, 25 puntos) aseguró una segunda victoria consecutiva contra New Mexico United en Isotopes Park el sábado por la noche para extender su racha invicta a nueve juegos con victorias en el últimos siete

En un ida y vuelta en el primer tiempo, Locomotora registró ocho tiros y mantuvo el 53% de la posesión durante los primeros 45 minutos de juego. Defensivamente, la línea de fondo de Locomotive cerró muchas de las actividades ofensivas de Nuevo México, haciendo cinco intercepciones y ganando seis tacleadas.

El partido se mantendría sin goles hasta el 71’, cuando el mediocampista Denys Kostyshyn cabeceó un centro de Eder Borelli a la red.

A pesar de los mejores esfuerzos de New Mexico, Locomotive se mantuvo firme a la defensiva, cortando líneas de pase y neutralizando cualquier amenaza en la portería para mantener su liderazgo y asegurar otros tres puntos masivos.

NOTAS DEL EQUIPO

Con esta victoria de esta noche, Locomotive ahora está invicto en nueve partidos, con victorias en los últimos siete. Esta es la segunda vez consecutiva que El Paso vence a New Mexico United en Isotopes Park. Con su apertura esta noche, la primera de la temporada, Louis “Chapa” Herrera salta al quinto lugar en la historia del club en apariciones de todos los tiempos (83) y apariciones en temporada regular (76). El mediocampista Luis “Lalito” Moreno hizo su debut en la temporada regular luego de ingresar como suplente al final de la segunda mitad. RESUMEN DE PUNTUACIÓN

ELP 1 – Denys Kostyshyn (Eder Borelli) 71’ ALINEACIONES

ELP – (4-2-3-1) Benny Diaz, Bence Pavkovics, Erik McCue, Eder Borelli – C, Marc Navarro (Miles Lyons), Louis Herrera (Luis Moreno), Liam Rose, Aaron Gomez, Denys Kostyshyn (Diego Abarca ), Luis Solignac, Ricardo Zacarías (Emmanuel Sonupé)

Suplentes no utilizados: Javier García, Nick Hinds, Chris García

NM – (4-4-2) Alex Tambakis, Austin Yearwood, Kyle Colonna (Daniel Bruce), Kalen Ryden, Sam Hamilton – C, Chris Wehan, Harry Swartz, Justin Portillo, Amando Moreno (Greg Hurst), Santi Moar, Alex Waggoner (Josh Dolling)

Suplentes no utilizados: Ford Parker, José Sosa, Andrés Robles

RESUMEN DE MALA CONDUCTA

ELP – Erik McCue (Tarjeta Amarilla) 73’, Louis Herrera (Tarjeta Amarilla) 89’ NM – Daniel Bruce (Tarjeta Amarilla) 83’ ESTADÍSTICAS DEL PARTIDO: ELP | Nuevo Méjico

Próximo juageo: sábado 10 de junio en San Antonio FC. Inicio a las 7:00 de la tarde tiempo de la montaá en el campo de Toyota.

#local

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sirfrogsworth · 5 years

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My Monkey’s Paw Life

I don’t even know where to start to explain the past few weeks. All I know is that this will be one of the longest “whiney” posts in tumblr history.

I keep having weird bouts of bad luck.

Like, legitimate stereotypical superstitious-style bad luck. It’s making me question my skepticism of that retrograde nonsense. My life is in retrograde. Even good things seem to end up having weird unlucky circumstances attached to them.

First, some kinda good news... my dad is in a rehab center and he’s doing pretty okay. He’s kinda bored, but he’s on the road to recovery without any more amputations or dialysis.

Bad news... he won’t be home until August 1st. A day after my birthday. We also missed Father’s Day.

My mom had a small car accident a few weeks ago. She didn’t see a curb and ruined a tire and bent a wheel. I basically had to fight every bit of phone anxiety I had to coordinate her rescue. She was very upset and scared. So, like those mothers that lift cars to save their kids, I shoved my anxiety deep into a pit and started making calls. I was literally on two phones at once while also in an online chat trying to find someone to pick her up and someone to take care of the car. I felt like an operator at some military command center.

Thankfully I got her home. But we had no car and we already ordered groceries online that were due for pickup. So I ventured out into the world with my aunt to collect our food.

The woman at the store was very unhelpful and just presented me with two gigantic carts and walked away. They were clearly too big for one person to push. I guess she figured that was my problem.

Still, I tried pushing them both at once--they were just too massive and unwieldy. So I had to play Tetris with the groceries to get them into one cart. I used every ounce of energy I had to load them in my aunt’s tiny car and then unload them and put them all away.

My muscles were screaming after. And I slept for 20 hours the next day.

My mother had an eye appointment so we had to borrow money from friends to spend $100 on Ubers to and from. She has glaucoma and her pressures were not great. So we had to get more Ubers to get her to a specialist so they can keep her eyes from getting worse.

We had to use the money we were saving for a larger TV. We were going to get the larger TV because my mom’s eyes are getting worse. But now we can’t get the TV for a while because of all the eye doctor appointments.

I think that’s irony. Maybe?

I’m never sure what’s ironic ever since Alanis put out that confusing song about being a bitch.

Sadly, Mom is going to need surgery soon. They aren’t sure if they can save the vision in one eye. And she’ll need MOAR UBERS.

It’s like rayee-aaaain on your wedding day.

My brother was able to fix the car. And while that was relatively painless, it was still expensive and we could only find an extra shiny wheel that doesn’t really match the others.

It’s not a big deal, but I do think the shiny wheel is judging the other wheels and lowering their non-shiny self esteems.

One of the big ideas I had for my upcoming Patreon reboot relied on a special website. They just lost their funding and became defunct almost overnight. No clue what I’m gonna do about that.

I also think my bad luck extended to Chris somehow. Someone ran a stop sign and totaled his car. He’s fine, but he is preparing for San Diego Comic-Com and it’s very stressful as it is. He had to fight with the insurance company instead of working on his booth.

Then there is Charter.

Motherhecking Charter.

They go by “Spectrum” now because their branding was so poorly regarded a name change was their only option.

You may remember I turned in all of our cable TV equipment in early June so we could “cut the cord.” The new system with Fire TV is actually working really well and my parents like having more options for stuff to watch. But Charter is making it hard to fully embrace our new cord-cutting lifestyle.

You see... the folks at the brick and mortar store told us they would cancel our TV service. But we still have internet and a landline with them as they are a monopoly and our only option. So we can’t completely break away from this dumpster fire of a company.

I got my bill for July and it is still for the previous amount.

Ugh.

The main reason we went to the actual store was so I didn’t have to test my phone anxiety and deal with Charter’s retention people. So I fire up the online text chat to try and get this sorted. They say they can only add services.

Canceling service must be done by... retention.

I was like, “Umm... I already canceled. I just need you to fix the bill.” They insisted I must talk to retention. So I asked for a supervisor. I explained that I have severe phone anxiety and that I had gone to great effort to avoid talking to retention. I explained that all of the equipment was turned in and the store assured us it would be canceled. So there is no reason to talk to retention. They can’t retent jack squat anymore because we no longer have any cable boxes.

“You still have to call retention.”

ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

So I relent and call the retenters.

Thankfully I got a very kind young woman who was understanding of my anxiety and did not try to sell me anything. Her positive attitude and competency reduced my anxiety quite a bit. Though I probably cried at first which was embarrassing. Apparently, there was an order stuck open in the system that wasn’t allowing the cancelation to proceed. She was not authorized to fix it, but she escalated the matter to someone who could unstick the thing.

It would take ten days.

And then I needed to call back to complete the process.

Fffffffffffudgenuggets.

I call back 10 days later. The unsticking was successful, but now I needed to get my bill amount changed. This time the person sounded very unenthusiastic about their customer service job.

My brain yelled, “uh oh.” My froggie-sense could tell this person did not have a firm grasp on how to do their job.

I had to explain everything from scratch because I guess she wasn’t interested in reading all of the detailed notes. She did not understand the problem. She tried to tell me to just pay the full amount and it would be fixed on next month’s bill. I told her I was not going to pay 200% more than what I owe. She told me that I didn’t cancel in time for the billing cycle so I owed the full amount. I said, “Check your notes, I turned everything back in around early June.” She was like, “Oh.” She then told me she was going to redo the order and it would be corrected in 7 days. This was 7 days past the due date of the bill. I asked, “Will there be any consequence for paying 7 days late?” She was like, “Not if you pay your bill now.” I was like, “I am not paying 200% more than what I owe because you all screwed up.” She was like, “They’ll credit you next time.” And I was like, “First, no. I am not giving you money I don’t owe for a mistake I didn’t make. Second, I don’t trust you all to do that after everything that has happened.”

I asked again, and after several back-and-forths, I repeat... “will there be any consequences for paying late?”

“There is a 10 day grace period.”

10 - 7 = 3... so I should be okay.

FINALLY.

So I wait seven days for my updated bill. I check the website.

It is not fixed.

Gahhhhh.

I am upset and done talking on the phone. So Delling calls them. Delling is an amazing phone person. But, despite having all my info and security code, pretending to be my sister, and telling the tragic tale of “our” father’s hospitalization... they refused to talk to them about billing stuff. Me or my father would have to add them as an authorized contact.

ARRRRG.

I call back. This time I get a nice young fellow named Joe. Joe knows his shit. Joe basically has to hack the Matrix and manually credit my account. I could hear him typing furiously for 10 minutes straight. He also did his own calculations to prorate my bill. Joe is the example math teachers are going to use when slacker students ask “Are we really going to use this in real life?”

Once Joe solved for X, he determined that my bill will only be like $35.

Which... yay! Something positive finally happened!

Joe informs me it will take 5 days. Which is past the grace period. So I will get a $10 late fee. Which I can dispute later if I want to.

But at this point... fine. As long as I don’t have to talk on the goddamn phone anymore.

Blarrg.

I’ve been preparing my room for a big “redo.” I am trying to make it more comfortable since I basically live in here.

My uncle was supposed to come into town to help mount my big TV on the wall and set up a new bed. Well, the mattress is old but it’s better than what I had. My previous mattress was like sleeping on a ramp. And the wood slats supporting it broke because I gained weight and thin sticks of wood didn’t care for that.

I kept asking when he was coming and no one knew. To my surprise, my uncle basically showed up at 9am last Thursday without any warning. I felt like hell. I was utterly exhausted from everything I’ve been doing. But it was the only day he was available. So I pushed through and did as much as I could, but I was a human ache for several days after. And we weren’t able to get all of the tasks done.

ffffffffffiddlesticks.

The new bed is in place and it now has a very sturdy steel frame. And the TV is on the wall. Which is good and I’m glad we got those things done. It’s just if I had known when he was coming I could have rested the days before. Now I am probably going to feel pretty miserable for all of this week. It’s like all the cells in my body are angry because I have no energy to give them.

Then I discovered my $30 “universal” banana plugs I bought for my new high-quality speaker wire were not so universal. The wire has an unusual rubber casing and it just didn’t get along with the plugs. But, due to not having much energy, I waited so long to try them that now I can’t return the banana plugs. So I had to buy new banana plugs with money I didn’t really have.

And... after all of this... I kinda got dumped.

Now, I am not a believer, but I still looked upward and thought, “Seriously?”

It didn’t really have an official label or status. There was no official commitment or exclusivity. We didn’t change anything on Facebook. Only my closest friends even knew about it. It was only a few months old. I was pretty careful not to put any carts before horses. I kept a decent guard on my heart. I didn’t want to get seriously hurt this early on.

But... I was starting to develop genuine feelings. I really liked her. She was the one bright spot in this entire mess I’ve just detailed. I enjoyed her company a great deal. If I were to make a checklist of things I am physically, emotionally, intellectually attracted to... she ticked almost every box. It seemed too good to be true.

Unfortunately, it was long distance.

And an “in real life” option presented itself to her.

I’m trapped in a room hundreds of miles away. I can’t leave the house. I just can’t compete with IRL people. This is the fourth time this situation has happened to me.

This wasn’t a super dramatic uncoupling. And I’m not completely devastated emotionally. I’m not crying into a pillow and listening to Adele.

But I really did like her. And a tiny seed of hope was growing in the back of my mind. Hope that maybe I don’t have to go it alone after all. Perhaps it was too soon for that hope to be justified and I should have shut that down. But I didn’t.

So it definitely was a pretty firm emotional gut punch.

This will probably bum me out for a while.

I have no ill will. I understand the situation. I want her to be happy. And if I’m being honest, she probably made the right choice. Long distance can get tricky and we just weren’t that serious yet.

I do appreciate very much that I got a short respite from my loneliness. Not having that weight on my back for a couple of months was almost like going on vacation. But I think I may have to accept that romance may not be in the cards for me. My situation makes it so complicated. I haven’t been able to make it work in the 20 years I’ve been sick.

I do have amazing friendships that I’m certain will last a lifetime. They have my back. Perhaps that is enough.

And, to be honest, romance is kind of exhausting. And I have enough exhaustion to deal with.

What about that? Is that irony? I still can’t tell.

I mean, it does feel like I won the lottery and died the next day.

Alanis probably should have consulted an encyclopedia before committing to those lyrics.

#long post

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The Caged Bird Moans (pt 1)

Pairing: Diego Jimenez/f!Reader (Power - Starz)

Word Count: ~2600

Warnings: It's a bit Stockholm syndromey, but that's not a real thing anyway (look it up). Not exactly non-con, but it skirts the idea, so if power disparities aren't your jam, please move along. It just real dirty. SMUT!

Personal ramble: Would anyone actually react like this to the situation I've set forth? No. But just as the pizza guy is never hot and doesn't offer you his extra sausage, this is porn people! So suspend your disbelief and don't hate on me for my bullsh*t.

I also wrote all this nonsense a week ago before I read anything from the lovely @1zashreena1 , @heresathreebee or @nicke0115 so sorry if it looks similar, I swear it's a coincidence.

"Ouch", you think to yourself but instead swallow the pain. Your arm hurts under the firm grasp of the thug dragging you from the elevator into the spacious penthouse.

"Be careful with that." Says a commanding voice from across the room.

The grip loosens, but he's still using your momentum to force you forward. You stumble, unsure of just how much danger you are in.

As you take in your surroundings the owner of the voice turns around and approaches you. He looks you up and down, examining you like a prize he had won.

"We can't afford to damage her." He states plainly, looking at the man still holding you in place.

As he examines you, you examine him right back. Whereas he is doing it in an obvious way, head nodding to rake his eyes over you, you move your eyes only, unable to control your body in this moment. You follow the carefully polished boots up past the fitted black jeans to the black buttoned up shirt with the slight sheen to it, that accentuates his frame. Everything is obviously expensive and very deliberately chosen. As your eyes settle on his face, a recognization dawns on you. Diego Jimenez. One of the heads of the Jiminez cartel. His reputation was well known to you. An unstable, merciless man whose penchant for partying made him a big name in certain circles. You were scared before, but now your body goes rigid with fear and your gaze hits the floor with force.

Though you're no longer looking at him directly you can sense his smugness and satisfaction at knowing you are now showing the appropriate amount of fear for the situation you're in. Maybe it's your hind brain telling you you are in the presence of an apex predator. Maybe it was the clipped snort he let out, tinged with amusement as he nodded with approval.

After what feels like an eternity, but was probably mere seconds, he speaks again.

"Take her to the guest room." He orders the man still firmly gripping your arm. "Lock this little bird in her cage."

Dragging you again, this time down the hall, Diego's orders are followed to completion. You are practically thrown into the room as the door slams shut behind you.

You stumble, catching yourself on the bed. You collapse onto it as tears prick your eyes and subsequently fall down your cheeks. You begin to sob, but muffle it in the covers, assuming someone is standing guard outside and not wanting to seem even weaker in such an intense situation. But the tears flow freely as the shock of what's happened slowly wears off and you begin to process the details of your abduction.

You hadn't grown up in this world, though your ties to it were strong. You were part of the Bennet family, a rival cartel, headed by your grandfather. He insisted you grow up distanced from this world. A world of violence and cruelty. A world of drugs and guns and transactions ending in death. Based on your current reaction, you couldn't help but think maybe it was because you're so weak. Both you and he knew it was true, you were too soft to be a part of the business, too kind to do what would be required of you. So he kept you away, from his city and his dealings and all of the darkness that came with it.

You were in town for a rare family visit when you were taken without warning, snatched from the street at gunpoint. They were able to do it without drawing attention, entirely professional, and you complied with their every demand as a sense of terror ripped through you.

And now here you were, trapped by a barbarous stranger who could end your life at any moment without a second thought.

As you wore yourself out from crying, you began to take in the room, determined to get your bearings. It was sparsely decorated, obviously the work of a man unattached. It was also immaculately clean, obviously the work of his maid. As your breathing slows and your senses sharpen, you become aware that the comforter you are still on top of is plush and expensive, like the kind found at a swanky hotel.

Curiosity returning with your senses, you walk over to the window that stretches from floor to ceiling and take in the impressive view of the city. If the long elevator ride weren't a clear enough indicator, the view tells you that you are in the penthouse of a very upscale building.

Next to the window is a large bathroom and you walk in. You splash cold water on your face and dry it on one of the plush towels. You can't help be momentarily amused by how well stocked the room is with soaps and lotions. There were definitely worse places to be trapped. Was this the definition of a gilded cage?

As you settle down, you take off your shoes and sit back down on the bed. You're exhausted to your core, and you sink into the mattress, wanting to disappear. You want to keep your wits about you, alert and on guard, but instead the stress combined with the late hour forces you to sleep.

You are woken up abruptly the following morning when the door swings open and you are literally dragged out of bed by the same man as yesterday.

You're a bleary eyed, rumpled mess and the same fear and pain shoot through you as you remember where you are and how you got there. Your breathing is shallow as you try not to panic.

You've been dragged before Diego who is standing imposingly before you, hands clasped in front of him, chin slightly upward so he can look down his nose at you.

He examines you once more and you can tell he's disgusted by what he sees.

"Get our guest something to wear." He barks. "And get her something to eat. We can't bargain if she's broken."

As he turns away from you to resume whatever you interrupted, you catch the flash of the gun in his waistband and the fear settles once again in the pit of your stomach.

You are escorted back to the room forcefully and your mind is racing. You know everyone who comes through the penthouse is armed to the teeth and there's no chance of escape. You're not just weak, you're helpless. You assume you're being held for some kind of ransom, probably territory or resources as opposed to money, and you silently pray that a deal for your release is struck quickly so this nightmare can be over.

Soon after, the door opens and a housekeeper enters carrying a couple of bags of clothes. She doesn't look you in the eye and you wouldn't know what to say to her anyway.

Once she has left, you rummage through the clothes. There's nothing there you'd pick for yourself, but you settle on a white fitted t-shirt and jeans. You carry them with you into the bathroom along with a handful of drugstore makeup you find in the bottom of the bag.

You look at yourself in the mirror and the reason for Diego's revulsion becomes clear. Your clothes are wrinkled and creased and your mascara is smudged under your eyes. You lock the bathroom door behind you, strip down and take a shower. The running water calms you and once you finish you get dressed and approximate your normal makeup routine with what you have. If you're going to put on a brave front, you need to be as put together as possible.

When you emerge from the bathroom a tray of breakfast is waiting on the nightstand next to the bed. Eggs sunny side up and toast, simple and straightforward. You devour it greedily since you haven't eaten since lunch yesterday.

The day passes with 2 more meals brought to you by the same housekeeper at the appropriate intervals. In the absence of your phone, you distract yourself with mindless TV on the rather large set opposite the bed. You don't take in much as you think about your predicament and then try to force those thoughts of the worst case scenario from your mind.

Your sleep that night is restless.

You are brought before Diego once again in the morning, shortly after you wake.

This time you are allowed to walk under your own power, though your legs feel wobbly and your feet unsure as you approach him.

You're wearing a cotton t-shirt and shorts, the closest thing you could find to pajamas. As he looks at you, you become painfully aware that you're not wearing underwear, his eyes seeming to stop at all the places where it should be.

You are at least able to look at him and take in more this time. He's clad in a similar black button up shirt and black jeans as yesterday, a uniform of sorts to convey his status. His hair is neatly cut and accentuates his angles, sharp jaw and well placed cheekbones. His greying facial hair gives him some earned distinction and his expression is hard and deliberate to elicit a specific reaction of fear. Through the careful tailoring of his shirt you can see that his body is sturdy and muscular. His tense posture using his frame to his advantage, making him seem larger than he actually is. You know to fear him, but he may be the most attractive man you've ever seen in real life.

He obviously cultivates an aura of power, and you can't help but be drawn to him as an Alpha Male. As you steel yourself, you dare to look him in the eyes. His eyes are cold but impossibly magnetic and you can't look away. He's looking back at you now, into you. Your heart forgets how to beat in rhythm and you swallow thickly.

He sees your fear and is clearly amused by it.

"Breakfast will be ready soon. You should go take a shower." He says, his lips curling upwards.

"I, I was going to." you stammer.

"Good girl." It comes out as almost a purr and sends a shiver down your spine.

This time it's Diego, not his associate who accompanies you back to the bedroom. His hand is hovering above the small of your back, ushering you forward while maintaining a small distance. You enter the room and the lock clicks behind you.

You turn to see that he's still in the room and with his gaze set upon you, you begin to back away towards the bathroom, afraid to turn your back on him. This was clearly his intended effect.

You expect him to leave, but he's doing the opposite. He is stalking forward. Your heart is pounding out of your chest and your uneven breathing becomes gulping for air.

As he closes the gap between your bodies, he repeats his suggestion. "You should go take a shower." It's not a suggestion though, it's a command.

He leans in. "Go on." His lips are close enough to your ear that his breath catches in your hair.

His thick body is now urging you through the bathroom doorway by its approach. You back through it, still transfixed by his gaze.

You glance side eyed to your left at the shower that takes up the far wall. It's one of those large walk-in showers with a stone floor and a rain showerhead. It suddenly seems less like a shower and feels more like a trap about to spring shut.

"Take off your clothes." He says. He's not asking.

You gulp, your eyes have gone wide at the demand.

"Take. Off. Your. Clothes." He repeats in a tone that is both amused and losing patience. He raises his eyebrows slightly as he says it.

You look away, ashamed, and slowly and nervously acquiesce. You stand before him completely naked and try to avert your gaze. You are drawing your body inward, trying to conceal yourself in any way you can.

"Turn on the water." he says with his wicked smile widening.

You turn on the shower and wait for it to warm. It dawns on you that there's no shower curtain to protect you or glass wall to hide behind. You are fully exposed and will remain so.

You step under the water, unsure of what to do next. You'd obviously showered hundreds of times, but this wasn't a shower. It was a show.

"Wash yourself." His voice is quieter, more of a harsh whisper.

You grab a washcloth and pump the foaming body wash onto it. You rub it on the back of your neck and slowly work your way down to your shoulders. Your nerves have subsided a little as the water washes over your skin.

He's mesmerized by the motion of your hands and you drag the washcloth across your collarbones and down to your breasts, where you languidly rub them with the cloth as well as your free hand.

Your nipples harden at your own touch. He notices and his tongue drags over his bottom lip. You close your eyes in an attempt to momentarily escape.

When you open your eyes you notice him shift his weight and catch a glimpse of the shift in his muscles under his shirt. You get a rush as you feel the power dynamic shift slightly. You are slow to rub the washcloth down your legs and you arch your back slightly as you bend over, purposely sticking out your ass more than you naturally would.

His eyes are dark with lust and you can feel the warmth radiating from between your own legs.

"Rub your clit." He says, reclaiming his power.

You look at him with shocked eyes and your eyebrows knit.

"You heard me." he says. "I won't ask again." His head tilting slightly.

You put the washcloth aside and tentatively slide your middle finger between your thighs to your bundle of nerves. You notice how wet you already are and using gentle pressure you begin to rubbing in circles.

You close your eyes and swallow as your walls contract and release. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier until you're panting. Panting and touching yourself for this fixated man.

"Cum for me." He demands. "I need to see you cum."

You think to fake an orgasm. To end this little game he's playing, but it's too late. Your finger presses harder on your clit and you tremble as the real thing rips through you. You close your eyes and cry out with abandon.

When you regain yourself you look at him. You are raw and exposed and at your most vulnerable. His mouth is in a wide smile and his eyes gleam with satisfaction.

He reaches out to you, towel in hand. You steady yourself, turn off the water, and take the towel from him. You wrap it around yourself, suddenly panged with shame at how readily you revealed your most intimate self to this menacing stranger. Your posture closes, and reflects your return to shyness.

"Good girl." He says, and you feel the words like honey dripping in your ears.

He turns and leaves, his confident stride drawing your attention to how his jeans hug his perfect behind.

You dry yourself off and as you get to your inner thighs you're reminded of how wet you are. How wet you are for him. You want to blame the shower, but you know the truth. You're spellbound by this man, and god are you in trouble.

#maurice compte #diego jimenez #starz power #fic #smut #moar diego #moar growly murder panther

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