#I love fuckable men I love men that could be a father or brother figure I’m Multifaceted

[canisonicscrewyou]

Top 5 men

- David Tennant

- Hugh Dancy

- Arthur Darvill

- Michael Sheen

- the McElroy brothers AND my brudder and brudder in law 😤

But also:

- doctor who

- Rory williams

- Aziraphale and Crowley if you wanna consider them men

- will graham

- Cecil Palme

[dearmrsbitch]

January 29, 2020 - Catfishing

         My father is in his mid-80s and is highly educated and extremely intelligent. He and my stepmother were together for 45 years, until she passed away last year. She raised me, and I’ve been struggling to process my grief. I know I haven’t been calling him as often as I should or would like to. I called him last week, and he dropped a bombshell. He is planning a trip to Ukraine to meet a woman he met online, who is supposedly 26 and a model.        

         He told me that, when he spoke with my brother recently, my brother reacted the same way I did: “Are you sure you’re not being scammed?” When I called my brother to talk to him about this, he said this was the first he’s hearing about it. I want my dad to be happy. If he spends all of our (considerable) inheritance, well, that’s not ideal, but if he has adventures and skids into the grave with $20 in his bank account, at least he had fun! My stepmother was very ill for over a decade, so he definitely deserves it. But I don’t want him to be hurt. How can I convince him he’s going to either show up and never meet her or have far worse consequences (kidnapping, extortion, etc.)?        

         —Catfished Dad       

Dear Catfished,

Well, yes, your dad is likely walking into a trap. While not widely reported to traditional media, because the men are ashamed of it, it is pretty common for men who come to Russia or Ukraine looking for these young women, to get robbed and beaten up.

That’s why the women often tell them to bring cash, and why so many of these buy a brides usually invite their “brothers” to the US if they do come over, and the “brothers” end up being their husbands or lovers.  Trust me, I dealt with enough of these bitches at the state office to know. 

There’s entire networks of these people out there, especially in Russia and the Ukraine, that are basically robbery networks - they have the hook up from old mob stuff, etc.  That’s not to say all of them are, but let’s be honest, no 26 year old wants your dad’s saggy old balls.

Sorry, I know men want to fantasize that these women really want them, and that they can play the big American hero scooping up the tiny, fuckable Ukrainian sex doll who will worship their cock and be the little perfect anti-feminist housewife who will fuck them while they eat a big homecooked meal.  Aww...  such sad. Much fantasy.

It doesn’t happen.  If there are any men reading this:  Stop. thinking. with. your. dick.  No women from these countries really want you, you’re a means to an end and you’re likely participating in sex trafficking. 

I have had enough screaming Russian women in my office to know that these men end up clean out and raked over while their buy a bride uses their cash to nab false documents. 

Your father is heading for a disaster. 

You have a few options.  You or your brother can go with your father, not to the actual meeting, mind you, but you can go to Ukraine and wait nearby to see what happens.  You know the whole routine, get two different tables at a coffeeshop, etc?

Or, you can call in a bit of a tip about the money.  See, there’s all these fun rules about traveling with cash.  She’s likely asked him to bring cash, so you can call the cops or the airlines and tip them off that a passenger is traveling a bit too money heavy and that will get them pulled from the flight.  He’ll likely lose the money, pending appeal, but it’s better than ending up funding a sex trafficker.  Also, maybe the cops telling him that a Ukrainian 26 year old asking for $10K is a fucking scam. 

The third is, you could tell him to only carry traveler’s cheques and leave his credit and debit cards at home.  If my experience in these countries is to be recalled correctly, using credit and debit is a pain in the fucking ass.  Hell, it was a pain in England.  I would tell him that his cards won’t work and to leave them at home and you’ll wire him any extra money.  If he pays ahead for his hotel, he won’t need more than $2000.  Unless this girl is a gold digger... and maybe hint to him that if she really wants him, she won’t expect him to spend his whole savings in one go, right? 

You could also call Dr. Phil on him, apparently he loves to do tons of shows showing these people they’re being scammed.

It’s sad, your dad is lonely wants to think that someone wants him.  But he also wants it on his terms - ie. young and pretty.   He needs to interact with a woman who is more his own age and speed.  Not live out some sad Hefner fantasy world.  Sadly, he’s probably going to get kicked around a bit before he figures that out.

Mrs. Bitch

[thelittlestspider]

💔💕

*cracks knuckles* this post got long, so i had to put it behind a cut. 

💔: give a brief character bio of your 3-5 MCs

unstable cliffs:

joe alvarez - a disaster and a wannabe father figure to his fellow supersoldiers (a bother figure in daniel’s opinion). joe is a master at deflecting and using humor as a coping mechanism, much to the dismay of the people around him. he’s good at making snap decisions in fights, steals from rich people, likes fixing stuff, and is terrible at romance. joe and alec divorced a year or so prior to unstable cliffs due to irreconcilable differences (joe being shaken by alec’s relentless pursuit of the paranormal and the trauma caused by alec’s parents). he reconnects with carter, who he’d been forcefully separated from 11 years prior due to the fire set the ranch, eventually realizing he’s developed romantic feelings for him. he invites carter to run away with him to go on a roadtrip to escape from their problems for a while. 

carter - the very definition of “local man ruins everything.” carter has a long history of running away from his problems (and his partners). he’s constantly spaced out due to sleep deprivation, anxious, depressed, deeply insecure, and tries to disappear, failing miserably (it’s hard to disappear when you’re 6′4 and constantly fighting people picking on your partners). carter was possessed by a demon for a year after striking a deal to save matteo’s life. post-possession carter falls into a deep depression, finding it hard to connect with the others after the experience. when joe suggests the roadtrip carter accepts. 

no man’s an island:

matteo alvarez - joe’s younger brother, carter’s ex-bf. matteo left home at 18 to find his missing father, brother, and cousin, who all disappeared under mysterious circumstances. he finds carter during his search and falls in love with him, but is separated from him by a demon. later he tries to reconnect with carter post-possession, but the strain is too much for their relationship and they break up. he pursues an equally heartbroken alec as a rebound. 

alec - joe’s ex-husband. the son of a demon and a ruthless crime boss. carter’s half-brother. alec’s trying to find his footing after the divorce and the trip to hell that almost ended with the group’s deaths, but he’s floundering. 

ned miller - alec’s ghosthunting partner and a self-proclaimed skeptic. he and alec had a years long rivalry due to them refusing to admit their feelings for each other; now they’re inseparable. ned disapproves of matteo’s relationship with alec, still hurt from joe’s rejection of both he and alec. 

tiffany - a ghosthunting psychic from a small town. tiffany started ghostbusting after the tragic death of her parents, desperately trying to find their spirits so she can find closure. she and carter used to ghostbust together before carter’s decision to leave she and violet behind. tiffany almost convinced carter to come back prior to carter’s possession, but was unable to reach him afterward. 

nina - nina met the scooby gang after tiffany and carter investigated her haunted house. she developed a crush on tiffany that turned into a romance and also slowly began cultivating a friendship with carter. after the big breakup, nina is caught between her gfs, carter, and matteo, trying to keep everyone from falling apart. 

violet - violet is carter’s childhood friend, and ex-gf. she hates violence and desperately wants to live a normal life with her partners. violet helps the others rescue carter partly out of guilt and partly because he’s her friend. she hoped maybe there was a chance they could rekindle their romance, but carter leaving with joe shattered it. 

💕: what has your favorite scene been? 

unstable cliffs:

uhhhhh, so far probably the joe/carter scenes i think from day 7.

warning(s): sex mention. 

joe drifts into wakefulness slowly. he smiles as he presses his face into carter’s pillow, the scent of his shampoo both heady and comforting. the space where carter slept is warm, so he can’t have been up for long; joe finds it strange that carter always wakes up before him, despite complaining about it. minutes tick by. time flows slow and sweet as honey. he’s tempted to go back to sleep, but the want to see carter wins out, and he hefts himself out of bed with a yawn and a stretch that makes his back pop. the faint sound of carter brushing his teeth comes through the crack in the bathroom door. joe opens the door further, pleased at the sight that greets him.

carter’s hair is a mess. he’s wearing a loose fitting top with one thin strap falling off his shoulder that’s between blue and green — like the ocean, he thinks — and white shorts with pink hearts. there’s a patch of skin on his right cheek splotchy pink from pressing his face into the pillow. foamy white toothpaste leaks out of carter’s mouth into the sink while carter stares at him in the mirror mid-brush, wide eyed. his cheeks redden. brown eyes flick away from his to some middle distance and joe realizes with a frown that carter’s embarrassed for joe to see him like this.

the night before comes back to him and the other nights before it. the way carter had dressed up in that expensive lingerie to impress him, how he had focused so hard on his pleasure instead of his own, how his hands shook with nervous energy that he’s now realizing hadn’t all been from arousal. the way he always woke before joe and how he always looked neat as a pin. he wonders about the men who came before him, who made carter feel like he couldn’t just exist around them without worrying about whether they found him fuckable. the thought fills him with a sadness that makes his heart hurt as much as it sickens him.

“hey,” he says, soft. “missed you.”

carter leans down to sip from the tap, rinses his mouth, and spits. wipes his mouth with a hand towel hanging by the sink. he doesn’t look at joe. joe’s stomach twists.

“i’m sorry.”

carter looks at him then, brows pulled together in confusion. “what for?” he turns to face joe, corners of his lips turned down in a frown, and joe reaches out for him slow, giving him time to pull away. carter loops his arms around joe’s neck as joe rests his hands on carter’s waist, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth over soft skin.

“for not listening to you better.” carter blinks at him, a hesitant smile creeping over his face, head tilted like a bird listening to an unfamiliar song. he doesn’t understand what joe’s trying to say to him. what he needs him to know.

“you don’t have to impress me. i like being with you. that’s enough for me.”

carter searches his face for a moment.

“okay,” whispers carter.

“i’m gonna do right by you,” joe whispers, pressing a chaste kiss against carter’s cheek. “whatever it takes.”

carter nods, eyes shining. “me too. i just. i don’t want to lose you, because i’m not good enough.”

no man’s an island: 

for nmai i’d say…it’s either this scene:

candles sit in haphazard placements in alec’s room. cool air flows in from the open window.

the light from the candles casts shadows on alec’s face, making his delicate features seem sharper in the gentle glow. he looks almost otherworldly then, flickering between light and darkness.

“i was trying to be romantic,” alec ducks his head, cheeks pink.

“no look, i,” matteo takes alec’s hand, laying a kiss on his knuckles. “i love it. i was just stunned by…you.”

for a second alec looks surprised, eyes wide. then alec smiles.

“did i cast a spell on you?” asks alec, teasing him.

“maybe,” replies matteo. more than you’ll ever know.

or this one

warning(s): semi-graphic conversation about sex. (heed the warning)

matteo tries to put aside his jealousy because that’s what a good boyfriend does…right? he holds his hand out for daniel to shake, unsure if any of this is the right thing at all.

daniel assesses him with bored disdain, then turns to carter. “this guy? really?”

“what the fuck does that mean?” asks matteo, as carter reddens. who does this guy think he is? thinks matteo, feeling put on the defensive. daniel smirks. fucker. he tilts his head like he’s thinking hard about what he’s about to say. like he gives a shit about matteo’s feelings at all.

“you just don’t seem like his type, that’s all.” the situation is spiraling fast and normally matteo would try to derail it but fuck this guy. he wants to punch that smug smirk off his face. daniel’s smile turns razor sharp. “you’re boring. lazy. selfish. you lack imagination and intuition about your partner’s needs. i bet you just lie back and let him do all the work, don’t you? you expect it.” he glares up at matteo, eyes simmering with barely checked anger, words dripping with acid.

“then on the rare occasion you top, you probably fold him into the missionary position at exactly nine o'clock, and give him one orgasm – if you’re lucky. or you fuck him from behind because it’s easier. that way you don’t have to look at his face. afterward he probably goes into the bathroom to jerk off after you’ve fallen asleep, because carter is a people pleaser at heart, and he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. am i on the money so far, or do you want me to keep going? because i can go on and on and on.”

“daniel stop,” carter whispers. “please.”

[foolish-sunbeam]

Club Proof (Intro)

Written to the song: Nothing Holding Me Back by Shawn Mendes

Genre: Angst (future smut/fluff/trauma/etc)

Word Count: 2K

Pairing: Wait and find out!

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“Jiae, please don’t tell me you want to go THERE again!” Your voice cracked as your best friend stood in your door way with two to-go cups in her hands and a smirk that promised wickedness. “We almost got kicked out last time!” There was a soft whine to your voice, whether due to annoyance or actual concern was inconsequential. You already knew you would go- how could you deny Jiae anything? It had been nearly ten years and she still had to only suggest, and you would find yourself doing the thing.

“Y/N, I promise we won’t cause too much trouble tonight, I just want to poke around again. Are you really going to make me go by myself?” Her dark lips pursed as the to-go cup was thrust from her left hand into your own. She carried herself with confidence, even when making herself at home in your new apartment somehow, she managed to fit into the surroundings flawlessly. “Besides… I heard Taehyung is going to be there tonight...” Though her voice trailed off your spine stiffened at the name. She didn’t lift those baby blues to you but there was no doubt that on her face was one of her signature gotcha grins.

“Dammit, fine.” You grumbled and closed the door, making your way to a seat at the table beside her. Carefully you sipped your drink, testing the temperature. Finally, you made a vague gesture for Jiae to continue with her proposition. “Tell me what you want us to do…and I’ll see if I’m game.”

--

By the end of Jiae’s monologue, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the idea. The premise was ridiculous of course (Jiae thought that the bouncer wouldn’t recognize the pair of you if you wore higher fashion than usual), but you had to admit you had always wanted to get to the backroom of Club Proof. You both knew the risks and the rumors, a well-organized group of young mafiosi oversaw the whole establishment and- if you were one to believe gossip- half the city. It hardly mattered to your friend though, Jiae was wild and undisturbed by the idea of rubbing elbows with gangsters; this being the reason for why you had found yourself is many precarious situations. For all her charm and brilliance Jiae felt no fear, or rather lacked the sense to fear, and she didn’t hesitate nor think through possible ramifications. Your best friend simply DID.

“You think Taehyung’s going to be spending time with…them?” Your eyes narrowed, a small crease forming between your brows as you gave your friend a once over. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Her eyes didn’t quite lift from her cup, a finger lazily trailing over the rim of her drink before she spoke in the same dulcet tone that could soothe the rage of any fearsome beast- it was a perfect ploy at innocence, you would know, she’d been working on it for the better part of a decade. “Oh, it’s nothing concrete Y/N! Please don’t worry, I am sure Taehyung is being safe.” Those lashes fluttered a moment in a nervous tick you’d learned years prior before she flashed a brilliant smile. Jiae was all sharp edges, but that smile was soft and concerned. For now, you resisted the urge to press the point. You could ask Tae yourself…tonight. At Club Proof.

The magnitude of what you had agreed to hit suddenly. An intense uncertainty settled in the pit of your stomach as the possibilities began to work through your mind. “What happens if we get found out, Jiae? My dad’s not exactly on friendly terms with the criminal community?” The question was moot. Even though your father oversaw a large organization in Japan, and he worked on specialized surveillance to track possible criminal activity, he probably wouldn’t hear about this. He would have to be involved in your life to care, and currently he wasn’t. Regardless of her answer you knew that you would go. If not purely out of concern for your best friend and what could happen if Jiae went alone. A shudder traveled up your spine as you thought about the last time she had almost gone forward without back up…meeting a ‘source’ without an escape plan was reckless, and yet she had gotten desperate. She had planned on going, but you intervened and both of you knew now the meeting had almost resulted in her disappearance (or worse). After all, the police had found the body of a young woman matching Jiae’s description murdered the next day…

She was lucky to have you; the thought was dispassionate and entirely in the voice of your father, but you shook it off quickly. You were her best- and possibly only- friend. You would always protect her.

“If you don’t want to come just say it,” Jiae mumbled and leaned back in the chair. Her pale hand shoved through a mass of red curls, her eyes closed, and a small groan left her before she opened those blue orbs and sat forward. “I have a theory about the sudden outbreak of petty crime and I need to get close to The Wings.”

The cringe was reactionary, and you couldn’t control it. Using their name was dangerous, even in the safety of your own home there was always a risk that someone had burning ears. Someone was always listening. The Wings was an organized group of men and women that did everything from loans to drugs to weapons to corporate espionage; of course, this was all conjecture, and nothing had ever been able to stick but it was an accepted truth. The Wings was a family run syndicate, and two brothers were the head of the Bangtan branch. The Bangtan ran the whole operation and the brothers had only been glimpsed once or twice during the last time you visited Club Proof but with Jiae’s inability to keep a low profile there was little you could make out about the two men. Well, other than they were tall and inhumanly attractive.

“Can I ask why we are doing this? I know you well enough to know that petty crime isn’t your scene. Plus, I doubt your Editor okayed a story that involves Bangtan.” You said casually and finished off your drink, a warm smile curved your lips. “You can tell me anything, Jiae.”

The quiet that filled the room was sudden, and unexpected, as Jiae looked at her hands with unease. You were about to tell her to forget it when her eyes lifted, pools of tears threatening to spill over. “I think my dad works…worked for them, Y/N. What if I’m a deviant by blood?”

--

Tugging at the hem of your black dress you gave yourself a once over in the full-length mirror resting against the hallway. The dark leather was a second skin, allowing for your figure to be entirely on display with cute little peekaboo cut outs along the sides and across your back. A deep maroon mesh crossed over your barely covered breasts, giving an accentuation to their swell they didn’t need. Even though dresses weren’t your style, you had to admit this number made you look Fuckable with a capital FUCK. Leaning down you fixed the fishnets that traveled up your legs, onyx suede ankle boots showed off your height without too dramatic of a heel and with mussed hair you were about to start singing about how much you were feeling yourself. “Jiae are you ready?”

A small shuffle and then the door opened, you couldn’t help but smile. Your best friend was considerably shorter than you, here wild mass of hair was hopelessly pinned in a style only someone so odd could pull off. Her makeup was soft except her lips were black; the contrast added an interesting play on her young features. Like you Jiae wore a dress that was indecently short, however, the color was a crimson and just a few shades darker than her own hair. The bodice of the dress was a corset style which added to the ‘pay to play’ look that Club Proof was known for. She shifted awkwardly for a moment trying to get used to the heels she wore, knowing she would rather wear flats you rolled your eyes and chuckled. “Ugh…okay. What do you think?”

“I think we look like bait.” You murmured in complete honesty, allowing the seriousness settle in.

“Perfect!” She cooed and grabbed your hand, heading out the door. “I love a good hunt.” Jiae hummed, and you gave a small sigh before following along. Hoping the night didn’t end in anything too dramatic- but who knew?

--

The scent of cigarettes and sex was jarring as you stepped into Club Proof. Your hand wrapped around Jiae’s wrist and stopped for a moment. These walls held a whole different kind of world within them and it always took a moment to get used to the change.

Women danced on platforms, their barely clad forms moved in a deliciously provocative way as they worked the runway between the booths and the floor. Everyone held an air of salaciousness about them, even as you brushed past strangers you couldn’t entirely shake the dull intoxicated feeling of being in this pocket of sin. “Let’s get a drink,” your voice was soft as you scanned the floor hoping to see Taehyung.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jiae smiled agreeably and lead you to the large U-shaped bar; however; there was a new face behind the bar and that set off tiny warning bells. Jiae, as usual, seemed undisturbed. “Hiya gorgeous, can I get two fingers of vodka for my girl and I?” Lashes swept low over her cheeks and you hand to force yourself not to roll your own eyes at her overtly suggestive nature.

“Mmm, the two fingers are going to be shared?” Dark eyes trailed from you to your friend, the implication not being lost on you either, but as you went to protest the idea you were here as an intimate pair, Jiae’s fingers slid around the back of your neck and brought you close. Her dark lips brushing along your jawline, you might have been distracted by the action, but the bartender was enthralled.

“Did you hear him, Y/N? What sort of lechery makes that thought even occur?” Jiae purred prettily and then let you go, allowing for a soft laugh to escape. The barkeep’s lips twitched briefly before a laugh of his own rumbled out. Sucker, you thought with a smile, she had him. “Oh, you have a sense of humor? Wonderful! Mm, what’s your name?” Jiae said breezily and gave the man her undivided attention, ‘curiosity is going to get you killed’ you desperately wanted to remind her, but his laughter died out quickly and the two drinks were handed out.

As you grabbed yours the dark eyed man looked from your friend to you and did a full once over. His eyes narrowed slightly, his smile seeming to take on a sharper edge. “Be careful ladies, if you need anything feel free to ask… Just make sure you can afford the question.”

“Noted.” You said tightly and turned away, your legs carrying you to a booth. As you slid in you begin to speak but noticed that Jiae wasn’t with you, instead you were sitting alone with a drink and a pit in your stomach. “Fuck!” You hiss out angrily, you didn’t consider anyone would hear you over the music, but someone did.

“Y/N?” A deep voice growled up from behind and you swore again, much softer this time, before turning to meet the dark eyes of Kim Taehyung. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

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a/n: Hi there! So, I know this isn’t the longest piece of writing ever, but it is an introduction to a story I’ve been playing with for a while. I’m going to be introducing more characters and developing the whole world over a mini series, and hopefully you enjoy it. Special shout out to @moonchild-taetae because always <3