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Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

Really? I questioned, bitterly. I'm pretty sure you have a knack at it. I was referring to over-staying welcomes. It was evident you had long over stayed your welcome the moment you pulled over to help me. But that's how I was. I wasn't good at thank yous and I was even worse at apologies. I threw you a bit of a smirk from over my shoulder as I watched you dodge the tire. As you approached me, my deep blue eyes watched you intently. Right before departing, you just had to go out with a bang. When you slapped my ass, my eyes nearly exploded from my face. Immediately, my jaw dropped and I smacked your arm. Pig! I pushed your the side of your face with my hand. It wasn't a slap, but it wasn't entirely playful, either. It was just enough of a smack and shove to force you off the back of my truck. Uck. I shook my head, disgusted, as I debated if I should smack that little cunning grin right off your little face. Deciding against it, I frowned slightly as I hopped off the bed of the truck and slammed the door shut. I walked towards the driver's door, but looked over my shoulder to see if you were actually leaving. Seeing that you were getting in your car, I turned back to get into mine. As soon as I looked back ahead of me, I fought off a glint of a smile. I couldn't admit I was charmed, but even if I didn't admit it, I was drawn. The keys had stayed in the ignition the entire time, but as I went to turn them, the car did not start. My eyes widened, No, no, no... I tried to start the car again, except this time, the engine tumbled to a sad, withering screech before chugging dead again. You have got to be kidding me. Today was just not my day. Completely enthralled with embarrassment, I didn't even bother getting out of my car. Out of pure frustration, I leaned my forehead on my arm against the steering wheel. I had been defeated, once again.
Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

Your reaction to my coy little slap on the ass was exactly what I had in mind. I could tell you were surprised, but not all that pissed off I'd done it. Sure, you played it off like you were, but I could read you like a book. You were as into me as I was into you and the more opportunities that presented themselves, the more I'd take advantage of. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long. After having revved my engine an obnoxious amount of times, I was wondering why you hadn't started the truck. My plan was to follow you down the road and it still was, but as my car started to idle and I could actually hear what was going on in front of me, I couldn't help but laugh as I heard your truck not turning over. Looked like I was going to have to play hero again. Turning my car off again, I got out and walked over to your truck, the smile never leaving my face. I reached your door and saw the look of sheer exasperation tattooed on your face. It was almost sad in a way, but not quite. I was going to use this opportunity to my full advantage. Sounds like something's not right under the hood there, Winters. Do you want me to check it out or are you so repulsed by me that I should just get on my way and let you pretend you know what the hell you're doing? I asked, leaning my arms against the frame of your door, my head snaking forward so if you were so inclined, you could probably roll up your window and crush my windpipe. Before I even gave you a chance to reply, I extricated myself and headed around front, popping the hood. I propped it up with the stand and took a look. I was by no means an expert, but I could see that one of your belts was completely shot. Unfortunately, it wasn't something I just carried with me. Ultimately, it would mean you'd have to ride into town with me and we'd get a little bonding time together. This day couldn't have been going any better.
Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

As I collapsed my arms onto the steering wheel out of pure frustration, I sunk my head further into the hold of my arms as if to bury all of my shame. I was so brutally embarrassed, and the sound of your laughter in the close distance only enraged me. Being way too proud to display any sort of uproar, instead, I took a deep breath and looked up towards the window of my seat to see you standing there. Just listening to your lips spur the words repulsed, my stomach began to churn. I made a face of disgust, though it was grossly exaggerated in order to take away from my feelings of total regret. I shouldn't have come out here alone in the first place, but I was way too stubborn. I just had to swallow my pride and let up a bit. Don't bother. I fessed up, though despite my words, I glared at you as you popped open the hood. You could look all you wanted, but I already new what the issue was. It's the belt. I shouted from the driver's seat without even so much as taking a peak under the hood. Fuckin' belt... I spat under my breath, before grabbing my duffle bag from the passenger's seat and exited the vehicle. Slamming the door behind me, I didn't even bother to make eye contact, or even come over to see what you were looking at. Instead, I turned my back to you instantly, and walked over, angrily, to your car. I threw my bag into the backseat of your convertible which was fairly big for a woman to carry around. Though, the truth was, it was just my errands bag. And for this particular trip, I had packed a spare change of clothes a dress, some heels, and makeup. It was my pre-interview prep outfit I used to get jobs. I threw my legs over the door, without even opening it, and slipped comfortably into the passenger's seat. Looking over to you standing at my car, I smirked and said in a calm tone - You going to offer me a cigarette, or just stand there?
Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

Before I even diagnosed the problem to you, I could hear you do it yourself from inside of the truck. I didn't understand how someone so inept at changing a tire could've known what was wrong under the hood without even taking a look, but it must have been a recurring problem or something like that. Instead of dwelling on your talent, I dropped the hood and reached into my back pocket, grabbing hold of a rag I often carried around when I messed around with my car and I wiped my hands clean. Tucking it back into my pocket, I made my way around your truck to find you already inside. At least there was no hesitation. After the rocky start, I figured you'd just as soon walk and not swallow your pride, but I loved the sight of you in the passenger seat. When you mentioned a cigarette, I got into the driver's seat and reached down into the center console. There was the pack, along with my lighter . I grabbed us both a cigarette and handed you one, letting you put it in your mouth before reaching over to light it for you. Afterwards, I did the same for my cigarette and tossed them back into the console. Wasting my time, smoking my cigarettes...you good for anything but lookin' good, Auttie? I asked sarcastically. It was strange, at first, things felt as strained as all hell, but the longer I was with you, the more comfortable it became. I figured you felt the same way since you so readily got into my car. It also could've merely been the fact that you really wanted your truck fixed. Whatever the case may have been, I liked it. I hadn't immediately noticed the fairly large duffle bag you'd stowed in my car, but when my eyes caught a glimpse of it, I quirked an eyebrow. You spending the night, too? My place is a mess, I added with a straight face as I looked over at you, finally driving back down the bumpy country road that had been the source of your headache. With one hand on the wheel, I took a drag of my cigarette and hit the gas a little harder once we'd cleared the stretch of bumpy terrain. I was never one to shy away from the gas pedal.
Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

I had turned my head to stare out into the distance. The roads and ambiance was beautiful if only I had known the strain it would place on my old, beat up truck, I would have changed my route. Still, I wondered why this was all happening. It seemed strange, and unlikely crossing paths with my worst enemy. Nevertheless, I just had to run with it and see what road it took my down. Looking back over to you as you got in your car, my eyes following your movement from picking up the cigarette and lighter, to offering me one. I slipped a cigarette from your fingers and licked my lips before placing it between them. With two fingers balancing the cigarette, I leaned forward to allow you to light it. I took a nice long puff before pulling it from my mouth with my right hand. My head sunk into the head rest of your car as I let out an exhale of smoke and closed my eyes for a moment. The sound that escaped my lips was a light, extremely discreet moan of relief. Hearing your remark about my looks, I actually couldn't help but crack an amused smile. I chuckled lightly before opening my eyes and turning my head slightly towards you. Good at using my mouth . I raised my eyebrows quickly in a joking matter before retaking a drag. Oh, I was cruel. Although I was talking about how I had a big mouth and it always got me in trouble, I had drenched that statement in sexual innuendo. I chuckled almost evilly, figuring your head was probably diseased in the thought of my lips on you. I was a tease, and I loved that look on your face. With mention of the bag, I glanced at it briefly and grinned. Is that an offer? Taking another puff, I held the cigarette over the edge of the car and flicked. The ashes were quick to disperse amongst the force of the wind. Normally, I would have laughed in the face of a comment like that. I was a classier girl than that. But the reality was, I was somewhat homeless, and would rather defame my reputation than spend another night in my father's house.
Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

Just when I thought I might actually be able to focus on the road, you hit me with your little comment about being good at using your mouth. Fucking Christ, I breathed out, shaking my head with a grin. I looked over at you out of the corner of my eye, thinking about those lips and that mouth and how it might feel being of real service to me. You were the one who'd brought it up, so you couldn't blame me for letting my mind wander. Since you brought it up, you might as well prove it. Growing up here, I've never really taken people at their word. I need more than that, I said, licking my lips as I looked over at you after hitting a red light, one of the few in Castle Rock. I took a long drag of my cigarette, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction. When I'd mentioned the bag and you staying with me, I had been sarcastic, but I was oblivious to you needing a place to crash. I really didn't know much about you aside from the fact that you were Tommy's big sister. He wasn't sure if you were being serious or not, but I wasn't above having you stay with me for a while. It sounded like it had the potential to be a really good time. If you need a place to stay, my door is open. As long as you want, I told you, my hospitality actually coming off as sincere, despite the fact that my mind was still centrally focused on other activities. I took the final drag of my cigarette and tossed it, finally coming to rest on the main drag of Castle Rock, where the small hardware and automotive shop was. I'll be right back, I told you, jogging into the store. It didn't take long for me to find the right belt. I paid, turned and quickly left just as fast as I'd entered. Bounding towards the car, I hopped over the driver's side door and sat back down, handing you the bag. I think I'm going to let you fix it. I really enjoyed watching you struggle with that tire, I said with a grin, driving back in the direction we just came.
Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

Hearing you swear, I couldn't help but start to laugh. It started off as a shallow laugh but quickly turned into and out burst. Quickly containing myself, I exhaled in relief. It was one of those exhales you give out when you've had a good laugh. You're so easy. I teased, with a smug little grin on my face. I took a final puff of my cigarette before flicking the drag out onto the dirt roads. My head swooshed to the side to face you as you mentioned proof. Proof!? HAH! I lightly smacked the edge of the door where I rested my forearm. That's the funniest shit I've heard all day. I let my eyes wander to the scenery once more before answering. I don't need to prove anything. I'm Auttie fucking Winters. I am the proof. I enjoyed being a tease. It was especially fun torturing a man like you, Ace Merrill, who owned the city. It gave me power. As we pulled up to the shop, my eyes settled on yours. I was surprised you were being so genuine. My once mocking smile faded into one of light concern. I gave a nervous smile, trying to figure out if this was some sort of trick or not. But oddly, I placed a profound amount of trust in you, and I couldn't explain why. That's uh... I said, mostly in shock, That's real kind of you. The moment you handed me the bag with the part, I smiled lightly. A genuine smile. It was sweet, you even paid for it. I would never admit yet, but I was beginning to fall for your charm. Oh, I can fix it. And I did NOT struggle with that tire! You just took the glory. I smirked, leaving the bag on my lap. I let a moment of silence sink in and the drive extend before throwing you a loop. So what's with the tough guy act, huh? I questioned, leaning my head in towards you for the answer. What are you trying to prove?
Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

If I had a weakness, it was definitely women and the more I surrounded myself with your wit and subtle charms, the more I realized you were definitely my weakness. The way you flaunted your sexuality and let it just drip from you drove me fucking crazy. Even your vulgar little mouth had me biting my tongue, just wanting nothing more than to see you in action, that same dirty mouth wrapped around my cock. In my own twisted way, that was me falling for you. I couldn't get enough of Auttie Winters. I knew you were the type, Auttie. All talk and no show. I've been around enough girls like that to know you're just like all the rest. You talk a mean game, but when it comes down to it, you're just a scared little girl. Ain't that right? I asked, smirking as I leaned over and gave you a nudge. I wanted to tease you in the same way you teased me. I knew you were a proud woman and probably wouldn't step down from a challenge. After having retrieved the part and started back towards your broken down truck, I was greeted by a completely random question, one I hadn't at all expected. I'm not trying to prove anything. And it's not an act, Winters. I've never been a fan of authority and I get off on doing things I'm not supposed to do. If I just sat back and went to church and smiled and waved at everyone I saw, I'd be doing myself a disservice. That ain't me. And I think you're exactly the same way, whether you wanna admit it or not, I said, turning the tables on you. I could already see it in you. Most of the prude little bitches of Castle Rock would be hard pressed to sprinkle sexual innuendo into any conversation, but you just threw it out like it was nothing. You cursed like a sailor and dressed the way you wanted to dress. You were as much a rebel as I was. That was why I was so drawn to you.
Thread: A Miraculous New Workout (Mystearica x AznTwink)

Anita Hope, or simply Ani , wasn't having a good time of things recently. Twenty-five, single, and all too aware of the reason why she wasn't some waif-thin Hollywood starlet, the sort that men fawned over -- a fact reinforced by every billboard, every magazine, and darn near every TV show someone could care to name. A few months ago, she'd finally started trying to improve things. First by working salads into her diet, then trying yoga, then going on walks, then an ill-fated attempt at poledancing in her own home that had ended with a mild concussion and a steel pipe laying in some junkyard somewhere. Just... nothing seemed to help. She'd even put an ad out for a personal trainer, someone that could come to her home and help her work out, free from the judgmental eyes at the gym... and within an hour, she'd received a message from a great-looking guy, offering his services for a pittance. Not that she needed to scrimp because of her parents' wealth, but... well, he'd seemed solid. So she had started to work out with the man regularly, doing whatever he told her to do, and even still... Ani looked down at the scale, frowning at it -- she'd gained two pounds in the past week. That's not even fair, she huffed, pulling her tower self-consciously over her chest. He'd sent her a message earlier that day that they would be trying out a new plan, devised just for her, starting with a massage with imported oils, the sort that was supposed to boost weight loss and promote wellness, whatever that meant. She pulled on her bra, a plain white garment, along with her panties before she left her bathroom. He said he'd be at her home around now a nice home just on the outskirts of the city -- not too lavish, but just perfect for Ani without needing to have a roommate, but... She tightened her towel around herself, going to sit on the couch as she awaited the knock at her door, feeling awfully self-conscious just then.
Thread: A Miraculous New Workout (Mystearica x AznTwink)

Jason had been a fitness trainer for a good number of years now. He always made sure to keep his own body in check, as it always deterred customers when they had a fitness trainer that couldn't keep themselves fit. At twenty-eight, and being quite confident in his own looks with short dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a muscular toned body, one would imagine that he was already in a relationship, but that certainly was not the case. While he had a number of relationships in the past, none of them had worked out because of his work schedule, and it often created clashes between him and girlfriend. For the past few months, he had been working with a young woman, Ani, just a few years younger than he was. He had noticed how worried she was about her own weight, and while he did his usual routine for her, he could sense that she was stressing over her weight, and perhaps her appearance. While Jason made it a policy for himself to keep any kind of unprofessional behavior out of this business, his opinion was that she was overreacting a bit. Had he been honest, she was quite the attractive woman. Perhaps, she was a bit plump, but it added to her charm, especially when she pouted cutely about how she gained a pound or two. Before he knew it, Jason had found himself rather attached to the young woman, attracted to her natural cuteness and bit of naivety, and he had no regrets in continuing to work with her. Showing up at her doorstep, after parking his car in her driveway, Jason knocked on the door while carrying his backpack in one hand. It contained his change of clothes, towels, and a number of bottles of massage oil. He was dressed in simple athletic shorts, a white short-sleeved shirt and sandals. After working with Ani for so long, it became more and more difficult to hold himself back after watching her rather voluptuous figure in all kinds of enticing positions. Suggesting that morning that they start a new training routine, Jason wanted to see how far she'd really let him go. If anything, what he planned for her would help in losing weight. At least for the short term, as it could end up with her gaining a few pounds after he planted his seed inside her.
Thread: A Miraculous New Workout (Mystearica x AznTwink)

Ani hugged her knees to her bountiful chest, biting at her lower lip as she waited. Every minute felt so much longer than normal, and after five minutes when he was at her door it felt like she'd been waiting thirty. The moment he did knock, Ani sucked in a deep breath and stood up quickly, tightening the towel around herself as she went to the door. Jason had been a big help, even if she hadn't actually lost any weight -- he served as a nice confidence boost, and he was really quite cute. She was willing to pay the prices he was offering for a bit of regular eyecandy, and he made frequent appearances in dreams. Um, hello Jason, she said as she opened the door. Since you said we were starting with a massage I, um, already got ready, she said, cheeks pinkening slightly as she opened the door wider for him. Hope you don't mind, she said, closing the door behind him once he was inside. Do you want any tea? Snacks? I have some of that fancy juice you recommended for me, she said as she fidgeted with her towel as she glanced around her spacious living room. If not, I'm ready to begin. As nervous as she seemed, she was always optimistic when he was around. She was ready to do this. She just had no idea what he actually had planned for them that day...
Thread: A Miraculous New Workout (Mystearica x AznTwink)

Jason was presented with quite the treat as the door opened, seeing Ani with a towel wrapped around her rather voluptuous figure, Hello, Ani. Seeing her blush and fidget was quite like her, being cute quite natural to her. After stepping inside, he shook his head as she offered him drinks and snacks, We can have some together, later. Let's get started with our new routine first. It's quite the workout, and it might make our session today a bit longer than usual. It really works on your stamina, so it'll get...easier over time. He made sure to choose his words carefully, especially when he was tempted by just her presence in a rather revealing attire. After having worked with Ani for these past few months, Jason had gotten quite familiar with her household. Whether it be a morning, afternoon, or evening session, sometimes even dining with her to make sure her diet was appropriate, he never made any complaints for the amount of time he spent with her. After all, being able to just spectate as she worked up a sweat was all kinds of eyecandy for him. Even so, he had never seen more skin than what her workout attire showed. Offering a massage certainly gave him an excuse to be able to see more of her curves, and 'innocently' be able to handle them as he liked. Moving deeper into the living room, he set down his backpack by the couch as he motioned her over, Have you ever gotten a massage before? Jason pulled out a few bottles filled with massage oil and set them down on the nearby table before pulling out a few towels and placed them next to the bottles. I think the couch should be a suitable place for you to lay down, He tried to remain professional, as a part of him wanted to suggest using her bedroom. Rolling up one of the towels, he put it down at one end of the couch, having it act as a pillow, before laying out a much larger towel along the rest of the couch in order to soak up any oil that spilled over her. Take off your towel, and anything underneath that's covering your upper half, and lay down here. As a trainer, he shouldn't have felt anything, but his own carnal desires to see more of her gorgeous figure almost got an 'inappropriate' reaction out of him. After stepping back, he turned around and gave her time in case she was embarrassed of undressing in front of him.