#Loes Dicke

[sunraysandrunway]

Martin Grant Fall 2006 Ready-to-Wear

[pup-pee]

@cannimochi @junespriince

IDK IF U2 HAVE SEEN THESES ALR ABUT AKJGSFHLAGUAAWAGIAKSHJKFLHYGYAW WEEEEEEEEEEEE

dude that's so gay...

[aad1952]

511. En toen viel het licht uit. Monumentendag 2024.

“Hey Aad, heb jij nog zin om mee te doen aan Monumentendag bij ons op zondag 15 september a.s.”, vraagt de organisatrice, Marian, van het evenement bij het Hoogheemraadschap van Delfland. Je mag die dag de Dijkgraaf zijn. Zo kreeg ik zo’n week of zes voor de activiteit een Whatsapp-berichtje. Ik hoef daar niet lang over na te denken. Ik houd van verkleden en heb deze rol al een aantal malen met…

[theoriginalivyannazimuth]

Are we really out here just punching women for fun??

Like I know it was a "TikTok trend" for limp dick assholes who never get laid, but I didn't think it was something anyone in my life would ever deal with, but loe and fucking behold it happened to my sister yesterday. Just chilling outside the bar having a smoke on her way home and a guy starts yelling at her, she asks if he needs something because she's had friends get stranded after the bar with no help and wind up dead, and it turns out he was just screaming that she was a fucking bitch and punched her out. Her eye is black and the size of a baseball and she's asked the regulars if they knew him and yep! Does this a lot! The bar is closed and she was alone so she is going to call the place when it opens tomorrow to see if they have any info on him to press charges but like- it's not only that this happened to her, its that it happens so often the regulars know him.

Ffs, you know the difference between men and bears? I can legally shoot and eat the bear if it crosses me or my family, but here in Canada if we hit back and it's a widdw two hawrd :((( we can get more time than the original assailment.

[hypernova-writes]

RED Roses.

Synopsis: Having a crush on your bestfriend is not for the weak of heart, especially when he's nonstop talking about how much he likes another girl. Doesn't help the feeling that's building up in your chest, threatening to end your breath.

Type: Angst, Hanahaki Disease Au.

Pairing(s): RED! Scout x Reader, Scout x Miss Pauling.

Tags: Hanahaki Disease, mentions of blood, unrequited love (at first..), mentions of death, vomit, arguing, let me know if I miss anything!

Listen to while reading: Teardrops on My Guitar by Taylor Swift.

Author's Note: This was based on a dream I had a few nights ago! Hope you all enjoy, might turn this into a series! So I'll leave a poll at the bottom to see who you all want next!. This is not proofread and I may go back and change things later!

Having a crush on your best friend was NOT for the weak. You had to be ready to listen to your friend continually talk about another woman that he liked, or one of his many little escapades. “Man Miss Pauling is so amazing~!”

“Yo did you see the way she looked at me? She is totes in to me dawg.”

You sigh as you could feel your chest beginning to tighten. You could feel your breathing start to get heavier as you sat back in your seat. You were coming back from a contract with Scout, Heavy, and Engineer, and you sat in the back of the RED truck.

And you were MADLY in love with Scout.

Now some of the other mercs who knew (Spy, Engineer and Medic) called you stupid, how could you fall in loe with someone like him? A selfish, egotistic asshole who only thought about himself or the next way he was going to get his dick wet.

But with you, Scout wasn’t anything like that. He would tease you back and forth, constantly hanging out with him and it made you feel…wonderful. It was a relationship uniquely yours, no one else understood what you and Scout had.

Yea you knew how he felt about Miss Pauling, and how he had worked so hard to set up a date with her, and how he’s been trying to get with her since forever. But some silly part of you still waited and wished that someday it would be you and him.

You just loved him so much….

“Y/n.”

So much so that you ignored the feeling growing in your chest.

“Y/n?..”

That you ignored the flower petals that started to appear in your vomit. Ignored the constant dry heaving and the thorns that felt like they were latching onto your throat. Threatening to steal your breath away the longer that you would—

“Y/n!!”

You jumped from your daydream, seeing that you all had reached the base and that Heavy and Engineer already went inside, leaving you and Scout inside the truck.

Scout chuckles as he looks at you, a lop-sided grin crawling onto his face. “Whatcha dreamin’ ‘bout back there? Dreaming of how awesome I am?” He teased and you felt your face flush as you rolled your eyes. “N-nah..just tired from the mission.”

You go to stand up and your body felt weak. You stumbled a bit and Scout had to catch you, he smirks a bit. “Damn! Didn’t know that I had my own best friend fallin’ for me..” Scout jokes until he sees your face. He helps you fully to your face until he gazed at you. “Whoa Whoa whoa. Why are ya so pale? You sick or somethin’?” Scout asked suddenly and you couldn’t really bring yourself up to speak before you quickly went out of the truck to vomit.

Scout watched as you writhed in pain, he witnessed the Flowers come from your throat, covered in blood and bile, full flowers spilling onto the concrete. You placed a hand on your chestas you cough violently, you staggered as you finally stood up, wiping your mouth.

“S-sick? No i’m fine Scout.” “Fine? Fine my ass! You jus’ puked up fuckin’ roses!”

You ignored him as you slowly made your way into the base, you could feel the pain building in your chest. It was coming back up and you needed to get to the bathroom, but Scout was hot on your tail. “Aye! Don’t ignore me! Ya need help! Lemme help you.” Scout barked as he caught up to you easily, you weren’t moving that fast to be honest, but Scout felt like he was moving two times faster after seeing how weak you were.

“Come on! I’m your best friend! You can tell me anything!”

You groaned as you tried to push him away, you could feel your ability to breathe starting to get harder, you leaned against the wall looking over at Scout. “I..i can’t…”

Scout seemed to get angry, You were hurting! You were sick! And he felt as if it was his duty as a friend to make sure you were okay! After all, you made sure he was alright.

Whenever he would get hurt real bad during a battle you were always there to clean him up and cared for his wounds. When he would be rejected by Miss Pauling, you would take him out, buy him things to help him get over it. Nights were he would have nightmares about not being enough, about being called weak, you were always by his side.

So why wouldn’t you tell him what was wrong?

“The fuck you mean ya can’t? Y/n, this is serious! Come on, i’m taking you to medic.”

Scout wasn’t giving you any chance to deny his help. He easily lifted you into his arms and started carrying you to the medbay. You were getting weaker, and Scout could tell. He didn’t like this. He wanted his happy and bustling friend back. 

You were looking up at him, eyes halflidden as you tried to focus on breathing. You couldn’t tell Scout how badly it hurt due to the vines working their way up your throat, stealing your breath each time you wanted to speak.

Scout kicked open Medic’s lab, spooking the Doc who was relaxing with his Doves. “Scout! Don’t jou know it is rude to burst in like zhat!”

“Don’t care! Fix her! She’s throwing up flowers!” Scout placed you on Medic’s table as the man was scrubbing in. “flowers? Vhat, are jou talking about?” Medic asked as he walked back over, he stood over you and saw that you were now out cold, positioning his Medigun above you so that you wouldn’t feel anything.

“Yea! She just started puking beside the van! You gotta fix ‘em! I can’t lose my bestfriend.” Medic glances at Scout before he makes him back up. “Jou need to calm down Scout. I believe i know vhat’s wrong. But i vill have to check..”

Medic prepares and Scout can’t help but hover as he watches Medic starts working on you. It’s a few quiet tense moments before Medic sighs.

“I had a feeling Zhis is vhat it vas..”

“Huh? What is it Doc? Is she gonna be okay!? You-”

Medic allows him to see, showing roses wrapped in her chest cavity, thorns and vines were all in her chest, ensaring her lungs and preventing her from taking deep breaths. 

“Hanahaki.”

“Hana-What now?”

Medic walks back to prepare to get the Scissors. “Hanahki Disease. Once thought to be a fictional disease. Comes from feelings of unrequited love. Very dangerous if left uncontrolled, Death usually happens.”

Medic looks over your chest, the flowers are deep, meaning that you had allowed this to fester and bloom for months. He'd seen the pictures of how people looked after they died from this disease.

the flowers would just continue to grow, turning the hosts body into some macabre flower garden.

"Unrequited love, allowed to bubble and fester, leading to loss of breath, zhe ability to breathe, dry heaving and coughing up flowers, until...ultimately..death

Scout’s eyes widened. Unrequited love?

“Don’t that mean she likes someone that doesn’t like ha back?” Scout asked worriedly as he took off his hat to run a hand through his hair.

Medic nods, “prescisely. She’ll die if whoever she loves doesn’t return her feelings. But another vay is to surgically remove them, then she’ll be alright. “

As Medic goes to start removing them Scout stops him.

"Woah woah! Can't there be another way Medic! This just..seems a lil barbaric.." Scout says as he watches as Medic pauses. "I just said how, vho ever she loves need to return her feelings."

“Well wa-wait..Do you know who she likes Medic?” Scout asked and Medic sighs. He stands up straight glancing over his shoulder. Medic sighs as he places the scapels down.

“She likes you Scout.”

"Haha, funny joke Medic. But i'm serious here!"

"I'm as serious as a heartache. She likes you."

Scout stops for a second as he allows what Medic just said settle in  his head. Her..His best friend? Like him?..Scout could feel himself getting sick.

“S-so.it’s my fault she’s like this?..”

“Ja, Basically.”

Scout glared at Medic for how blunt he was, but his eye’s then went to you, laying on that table, barely breathing. He walked up and looked down at you, he sighs softly. “Y/n..you fuckin’ idiot..” Medic gave him a moment. “Hurry up, as i vill need to sew her closed.”

Scout nodded as he looked at your face. “You gotta come back..who’s gonna run laps around those suckas with me?..Who’s gonna binge watch shitty movies..or have snack runs to the kitchen at night..” Scout’s voice trails off as he raises his hand to feel your face.

“Who’s gonna love me..Like you do..?”

Scout grabs your hand, which was still but warm. He grips your hand tightly as he crouched down beside the medical table.

He felt so stupid..how could he not see the signs that his own best friend liked him!? It was so obvious. The way she jumped to help him whenever he had an issue, or how she would be his nurse whenever he was ill. It was all out of love..

"Fuck..just come back to me Y/n..break outta this.."

"C..cause..I..i..."

"I love you.."

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You don’t remember much from that day.

You do remember jolting up straight up in medic’s lab, your hand going to your chest. You looked around locking eyes with the male. 

“Did..Did you..?”

“No, zhough i did take some flowers so i could do some research~, never have I ever seen zhis condition in real life..”

You sigh as you get off the table, you give him a thankful wave before you go to find Scout. You had to thank him. 

You made your way to Scout’s room, waving to the other mercs who waved back, telling you that they were glad to see that you were up. You thanked them and smiled at them as you finally made your way to Scout’s room.

You pushed open the door, “Scout?..Can i talk to you?..” His room was dark, his tv playing an old vhs tape was still on as he was curled up in bed. You could see his body moving in a way that he was…crying?

“Scout?” Your voice spooked him as he jolted up, he rubbed his eyes and he gave a soft grin. 

“O-oh shit, Y/n! Y-you’re alright..Y-you..you’re here..” Scout’s voice trailed off as he looked at you. He watches as you walk over, his eyes scanning to make sure that what he was seeing was real.

He hops from where he was and rushed over to hug you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He nuzzles his face there before tightening his grip.

“*I-i thought i lost ya..*” Scout mumbles, you smile softly as you wrap your arms around him, You rocked him side to side. “I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere..”

“Yea..Medic told me everything..and god I-i really am stupid aren’t I?”

“Well…”

“Hey!”

You giggle as you made him look at you. “I’m okay..the flowers are gone..so that means you feel the same…”

Scout nods as he leans down to press his lips against yours. The two of you stay like that for a while as he holds you. He needs to hold you, after spending the night worried about you, crying, breaking shit and blaming himself for everything.

“Hey..after this, can i get ya some real flowers? Without the blood.?”

“Sure you can..I’d love that.

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©hypernova-writes 2024 <3 I hope you all enjoyed it!~ Reminder, you can send requests in to me! I have some that I am working on at the moment as well as working on my next longer fanfic! <3 Have a great morning/afternoon/night!

[yeppeun-riaa]

Celebrating dating anniversary Ran x female reader?

IM SORRY U HAD TO WAIT SO LONG I FEEL GUILTY😭 😭but overall i really liked writing this, thank u for the ask♡♡

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★Ran would not hesitate to go above and beyond for your 3 year anniversary, it's his longest relationship yet and he wants to make every moment memorable

★Be expecting a ton of gifts, he spoils you enough on the daily so one can only imagine the extra princess treatment you'll get for an anniversary

★Now, ran haitani is not one to get shy, let alone flustered but he can't help it when he looks at the engagement rings he bought. 'I'll propose soon, I swear' Rindou need three hands to count the number of times he's heard his older brother say that..

★He's 100% you'll say yes but, he just needs to muster up the courage, but he knows he can't keep you waiting too long.

★He'd take you to a really popular Cafe that's perfect for aesthetic pics for breakfast

★For lunch you guys are going too a fancy ass restaurant before heading home to pack your bags because he booked you guys a first class flight to Singapore🥰

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NSFW explicit sexual content ahead!!

"Ugh!" You groan while cracking your neck, "shit won't fit into my suitcase.", Ran observes you from his spot on the bed. He packed his things already yet never even offered to help with yours, "maybe try not putting so much shit into you suitcase, why do you even have all that?", "you bought me 'all that' ran." You roll your eyes and continue trying to close it, scoffing when he finally decided to help you.

"Move aside princess, let you big strong boyfriend help with that" he smirks, "took you long enough.." you deadpan while he zips up the suitcase with ease. It'd be a loe straight from hell if you said that his strength didn't turn you on, that it didn't make you squeeze your thighs together imagining how he could just manhandle you and do as he pleases because he had the strength to do so.

"Thinkin' about me huh?", his voice interrupted your thoughts, "h—huh, no, I wasn't.." jeez.... when did he get so close to you? And you don't remember him placing his hand on your thigh, dangerously close to where you wanted him most. "Don't play dumb now princess, you know better.." he leaned closer to you, catching your gaze with his peircing lilac eyes, ".....yeah, yeah I was thinking about you, and all the things I want you to do to me." You state boldly while keeping eye contact with him and boy did that make his sick stand tall, and he wasted no time throwing you on the bed and sliding your pants off, all while your lips moved together in a sloppy kiss.

His hands ran up and down your slit before he began thrusting his long fingers into you, "take this shit off" he said against your lips, you knew he was referring to your(his) hoddie so swiftly slid it off and locked your lips with his once again, feeling the way he smirked when he realized you never wore a bra.

"Ra,—rann, I'm so close!" You whine grinding down on his fingers while he trailed wet kiss along your neck, "cani c-cum ran? Please I need to cum!" Your body shivers as he takes a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue along the bud and massage your next with his hands that wast deep inside you, repeatedly brushing you g-stop, "go ahead, cum for me~" your body convulsed as your high washed over you, barley having time to recover as he thrusted his hard on into you, kissing your cervix while your eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head, you swear you caught a glimpse of your brain.

"Shit! Yes, oh my God ran~", you babble as he pulled out and slammed back into you over and over again, pushing you into a mating press so he could bully his cock even deeper I to you, "you're such a slut", he growled into your ear as his pace sped up, lewd sounds of skin on skin and your loud porn-star like moaning filled the room. "alway so dumb for my cock~", you could even form a response, his dick reached spots so deep in you it had you seeing stars, "look at you, you're a mess princess~" ran on the other hand was lost in bliss, he always loved the way your cunt yous sucked him in so greedily, he loved it, he loved you.

"Fuck, ran I'm close!" Your back arched off the bed and you look up at him with tears eyes, "cum on my cock, whore, make a mess", he spat harshly at you while looking down at your face contourted on pleasure, you shook and saw white as you orgasmed, loving the feeling of his thick ropes of cum filling you up so deliciously.

He pulled you in for a messy kiss as he fell limp on top of you, taking a few minutes to calm down before he gave your whole body kisses, "so beautiful.." he said placing his last kiss on your ear. You smiled at him and looked to the digital clock on your nightstand, fuck, it was almost time for you flight.

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★Thankfully, you guys made it just in time for your flight.

★He proposed to you on the fourth day of the vacation, you said yes, ofc😌

★You had to slap him when he started mentioning wanting a baby, like we JUST got engaged, calm down..

★Tells everyone you're his wife even though you're still his fiance

[xvs-9000]

The novel I wrote when I was baked as fuck

Book

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Message #debates - author’s note

Chapter ¡™¡™∂åß∂∫´˙∫å∫ß∂å. Butt sex with Jeremy.

Today Jeremy had gay butt sex today. H e was on top. I was on the bottom.

Big spoon and little spoon. We were getting it on like the big spoon and the little spoon.  

It ws so ufcking intense. Bro.

I little spoon so good. I am subby sissy omega libtard bottom.

I love shit so much

He mows my lawn

I miss you so muc jeremy. I hope you wake up frm the coma soon. I know I heated on my wife for you

But baby I need you back

Your massive 9 foot long schlong caused me extensive organ failure

Becxause jeremy

Baby

Im a whale fucker

I fucked a whale

That's right

Jeremy's a fucking whale

He took his huge ufkcing whale dick and he put it inside

My asshole

God tier fictional insertion, like this

Jeremy what the fuck

How could you do that

He’s fucking

Dead

He

He died

Just like sangoo, from killing stalking

And sans undertale

He took his stupid fucking whale dick

And he died

Im so upset

I cant do this naymore

*jerks off one last time* *at a* *singularity* goodbye jeremy

I loe you

Kill yourself

Abusive bitch

The end

End of book

Daniel

[soughtserenity-a]

" No need to get nasty puppy you could've just said yes and had the same effect I really didn't need all the extra stuff. Also? Dumb. Why not get dicked down on the way out and do what you loe one last time? " She snorts then pouts. " mmm boring "

Jo rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I am not going to tell you my type." Meg was crazy to think she would tell. It definitely was not an older, tall, rugged man; preferably the older brother.

[cliveguy]

just watched an episode of a daytime hospital drama where a guy od'ed on viagra, but they weren't legally allowed to say viagra, penis, erection, or actually refer to sex in any capacity other than talking about "needs" so basically i just watched a cinematic masterpiece

[serafino-finasero]

Models Loes and Rita Loonen (a.k.a. Bonny Huf) in cocktail dresses by Dutch fashion designer Dick Holthaus, March 1965 | photo Paul Huf (Dutch, 1924--2002)

[noquirka-blog]

i hope uraraka knows i have a crush on her

[hertzwritings]

Animal I’ve become

A/N: I PASSED MY EXAM, BABYYY! Well, one of many. I am however, dealing with severe exam-fatigue and stress-burnout, so my stuff is coming out, but it takes a while, because I need a bunch of breaks in between. I promise, I’m getting back into the groove of it, but it’s a lot when I’m so damn tired all the time.  

Also, also, I am a GIANT slut for Steve Rogers, and I’m not even sorry. I’m also not sorry that I have a thingTM for him as a DBF, because that trope does me in every time.

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you whatever you want!

I love y’all so much. Remember, feedback feeds the soul (min in particular) and my requests and askbox are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none. At all.

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Pairing: Dad’s best friend!Steve Rogers x female reader

Contains: Language, “we shouldn’t”-pining, age gap (Steve is around 40, reader is in her 20’s), Dad’s best friend-trope, mentions of alcohol, thigh riding, spitting, fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Dom!Steve (but in like a daddy!Dom way), slapping, cream pie and probably more  

W.C.: 5.300 (whoops)

 Animal I’ve become

He drew a deep breath and steadied himself before knocking on the door. He really shouldn’t be feeling like this.

In all honesty, he had tried his damnedest to avoid feeling anything towards Y/N, but it had gotten legitimately impossible over the last three years. She was his best friend’s daughter, very fucking off-limits, but… It was bad.

It wasn’t just any friend’s daughter, it was Bucky’s. Steve knew that Bucky would take several bullets for him – and likewise – and the idea of Steve thirsting after his daughter was all in all pretty bad. At first, he didn’t think much off her. She was, after all, still a kid in his eyes. A pretty one, yeah, sure, but she was young and innocent, and he saw her more and more – completely by happenstance, of course. He wasn’t being a weirdo, he just liked hanging out at Bucky’s place. Besides, they had always been close, and after Steve had introduced Bucky to Loes, it was kind of a given that Steve was just there.  

Steve saw Y/N grow up, go through life and, of course, saw an array of boyfriends coming and going, and something in him stirred. Bucky, Tony and Sam were his guys, his team, and he had known Y/N since she was brought into the world, but now? Oh, he felt something about her – she was kind, sweet and he felt comfortable in her company. In a very normal, non-romantic, or sexual way, of course. It just kind of spiraled from there, really. They had a kind of jovial and carefree relationship, before they were sent out again. He didn’t think too much about it when she hugged him goodbye, but in some way the scent of her perfume stuck in his nose. Then the letters started on their last mission. Bucky got one, and then Steve got one. The slanted handwriting was unfamiliar to him, but Bucky lit up in a grin, the desert heat already made his nose redder than a tomato. “She sent you one, huh?” He asked, waving his own letter. Steve swallowed thickly. “She only sends those to the ones, she likes. Sam, the bastard, never gets one.” Bucky laughed, when Sam shouted from a little ways away. “I’m still her favorite.” Steve didn’t mind their conversation at all, too focused on her handwriting and the news she brought from home. She told him the results of the recent game (Steve, I wish I understood what’s so fun about watching grown men run around, carrying an elongated ball) and her recent problems with her history teacher (honestly, he’s a dick. I know more about WW2 than he does), and he responded pretty quickly after that. Then it just became a monthly thing and had been ever since. He kept all the letters in his bait-box. When he visited for thanksgiving, he almost fell to his ass, when she greeted him. She had grown up. In a way, that made every cell in his body scream for him to just fucking take her, damned the consequences. He willed himself to contain the thoughts about burying himself deeply inside of her, and ever since then, Steve had a mighty hard time controlling himself around her.

It didn’t help that he moved onto the same street as Bucky, Loes and Y/N, when a house was up for rent and Loes innocently said it would do Steve good to get out of the city. She wasn’t wrong, per se, but it didn’t do Steve any good moving closer to a very dangerous, off-limits and tabooed object of his desires.

When he - by complete accident – one late night saw Y/N fucking a lanky boy in a car with the windows slightly fogged up, he almost lost himself completely. The image of her bouncing on a cock, her eyes closed and her nipples pert, got him through many nights, and it made it hard for him to look her in the eyes.

And now, he was here, in front of their door on the way to Bucky’s birthday-party, that he insisted he held, despite hating birthdays (although Steve was sure it was Loes’ doing, because it meant baking for the boys, and that was always fun). And Y/N was going to be here.

Before he could do something stupid like turn around and go back home to sulk, the door opened to a smiling Y/N, and Steve had to remind himself that he was – theoretically – a good man, who would not do anything with Y/N, because she looked like a damn vision. She was wearing a dress, that made every single curve stand out. The white stood out against her skin and made him want to lick it, and she smelled like roses and summer. She was seriously dangerous. “Steve!” She hugged him, and he tensed for a brief moment, but didn’t have time to relax into the hug before she let go of him again. The scent of her shampoo clung to him. “Come on, they’re all in the yard. Don’t ask me why Uncle Tony and uncle Sam are wrestling, I don’t know.” He followed her and tried his hardest to look everywhere but her ass, which proved to be harder than he thought, when she dropped her phone and bent down to pick it up. That dress was dangerously short, and it would require nothing more than a gust of wind, to expose her fully. He bit back a groan. “Listen, I don’t know how long I’m staying…” He trailed off when she stilled, turned to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside the office – the door closest to them – and shut the door behind her. He swallowed thickly. “Steve, listen…” She sighed. “I don’t know what happened, but you’ve been off for a while. I feel like I’ve done something wrong, because you’re never here anymore and when you are, you leave so quickly.” She bit her lip. “Anyway, if it’s something I did, I’m sorry. Really. Don’t worry, I’m staying out of your way today, I’m on maid-duty.” She chuckled a little at that. “Oh, I, uhm…” How was he supposed to tell her that he saw her get railed hard in a car, by someone who clearly didn’t give her what she wanted, and the reason he wasn’t around, was because he was constantly imagining himself fucking her until she couldn’t see straight? “I, you didn’t really… You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N. Honestly, I’ve just been in my head.” She nodded but didn’t look like she believe him at all. “Alright.” She sounded unconvinced, and honestly, he couldn’t blame her. “Well, then…” She opened the door and smiled at him. “Have fun.”

 He loathed himself right now. Absolutely. He was barely paying attention to his friends, laughing and drinking – Sam had sent him a few strange looks, because Steve was normally a talkative guy, but at this moment, he couldn’t stop looking towards the house. It was a mess. The few glimpses of Y/N in the kitchen were sending jolts of energy through him, and even though he absolutely hated himself for it, his cock stirred with every new glimpse.

“Steve, what’s going on with you?” Sam asked, nudging his shoulder and handed him a fresh beer. “Not… Don’t worry about it, man, I’m doing good.” “Nah, Stevie has serious girl-troubles.” Steve almost choked on his beer and shot a pointed look towards Tony, who was grinning wildly at him. He had somehow managed to figure out that Steve was in turmoil, but not with who. “Oh, seriously? You’ve been out of the game since she who must not be named.” Sam piped up. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m not going to do anything about it, boys.” And he meant it. In his dreams, maybe, but he was not going to actually pursue her. “Why?” Bucky asked, settling down in the lawn chair next to him. Steve sighed. “She’s… She’s young.” “Oh?” Bucky leaned forward. “Young as in… Like thirty? Or young as in underage?” “Bro, Steve wouldn’t fuck around with a minor.” Sam whacked Bucky across the back of his head. “She’s mid-twenties.” He didn’t want to say more about it. “Well, that’s not half bad.” “Bad enough.” Steve took a gulp of his beer. Sam was getting glossy-eyed and spilled a little of his beer down his shirt. “I say… hick… Go for it.” Steve rolled his eyes. If only Bucky knew who Steve had his eyes on, because then he would not be telling him to go for it. He’d probably pull Steve’s arms off and stuff them up his ass. “Wait…” Sam’s eyes widened, and Steve’s heart almost fell out of his ass. Sam’s eyes shot from Steve to the window, where Y/N was visible through. “Sam, a word?” He spat out, praying to any God in existence that Sam could keep his damn, drunk mouth shut. He didn’t give Sam time to answer but pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a far-off corner of the yard.

“Dude.” Sam whispered. “Sam…” “You’re pining after Y/N?? The girl, you’ve known since she was a literal baby?” Sam spat. “I’m not…” “You’re sick. That’s sick. I’m going to be sick.” Sam frowned. “She used to call you uncle, dude.” “I know, Sam. Why do you think I’m staying away from her?” He groaned. “I’m trying my best here.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t know what happened, seriously, and I’m keeping myself in check.” “Bro…” Sam looked at him with a small frown. “You need to seriously reconsider your position here. Buck’s going to flay you.” “… If he finds out.” “Don’t do that. Don’t leave a window open.” Sam snapped. “Get yourself under control, find someone your own age.” “Trying, Sam.” Steve mumbled and looked to the Bucky and Tony, who were singing loudly along to Barbie Girl. Sam sighed and clapped Steve’s shoulder before leaving Steve to himself.

It took him a solid ten minutes to start moving towards the guys again, but he was stopped halfway there by a voice. “Steve!” Loes poked her head out of the kitchen window. “Steve, I need your help, please!” He walked the distance in a few strides and met Loes with a smile. “What’s up?” “You’re not drunk, are you?” “Slightly.” She cocked an eyebrow. “On a scale from me to Tony, how drunk are you?” Steve turned to look at Tony, who was currently trying to give a very disgruntled Sam a lap-dance to the wonderful sounds of Simple Man. Weird choice. “Okay, maybe more in your area.” “Great, can we borrow you for a few minutes?” She asked. “Sure.” He went inside and frowned slightly at the look in Loes eyes. She looked like she was brewing a plan, and that look never made him feel good. The last time she wore that look, he ended up in a corset, at a karaoke-bar and a blind date. “So… You know we’re trying to make Y/N’s old room into a library, right?” Yes…?” She looked up the stairs. “Well, we’ve hit a standstill. And you’re pretty strong…” “Oh no, am I building something? It’s Buck’s birthday.” “Not building, just holding. Please, I promised I’d bring out eclairs.” She pouted and he groaned. “Fine. I just...?” He pointed up the stairs and she nodded. “You’re golden. Thank you! Y/N is up there, it won’t take a long time, I promise.” “Yeah, yeah, the last time you said that I had to wait three hours for you and Bucky to leave the bedroom.” She just winked at him.

 “Y/N, I’m…” He trailed off when he saw her. It was entirely unfair. She had swapped her dress for a pair of loose, short shorts and a tank top that hid absolutely nothing. “Oh, thank God. Can you come here?” When he could finally see anything but her body, he noticed her arms quivering under the wait of the bookshelf she was holding up. “I was trying to screw this hole, but it just won’t go in from this direction, and Lo had to help dad…” He swallowed thickly at her doubled words. “Uh… Yeah, I’m, uh… Where do you want me?” She shimmied a little, but couldn’t let go of the bookshelf, so he moved to stand behind her and prop the damn thing up, so she could reach whatever hole she needed. Her old bed was still in here, and the room was pretty much in disarray beyond that – boxes and things were littered around the room, and it looked like a bigger project than he had expected such a small room to be. “Alright, I got it.” He mumbled, trying not to focused too much on how close she was to him. “Thank you, okay, I just need…” and then she bent over, pushing her ass against his groin. Fuck. He did his best to contain it, but when she shuffled on her feet, it moved against him, and a groan slipped past him. “Sorry, did I hit you with the screwdriver?” She asked, looking back at him. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. That was not what he needed to see right now. Lewd images ran across his brain and imprinted themselves. “No, I just… Please, for the love of God, finish this or stop moving so damn much.” And with that, his cock twitched against his jeans. He had a small hope that she didn’t notice, but she shot up and turned to face him. “Are you… Hard?” she whispered. Her eyes flickered down and back to his face. “Oh.” “Well… You were… And you’re wearing… Just, let’s get this done, please?” His face felt warm. “But… Why?” She asked innocently, but something in her eyes shined. It was this fucking magnetic pull, and they were both completely lost to it. She inched a little closer. “Don’t do this.” He pleaded. “Seriously, I’ve been having a hard enough time just being near you, I can’t fucking do this.” “Do what?” she bit her damned lip, and he lost control, pushing the bookshelf to stand and wrapped his arms around her waist in a single move, before lifting her from the ground and pushed her against the closed door. “Do you have any fucking idea, what you do to me? Watching those boys come in and out of your house, sometimes your window, knowing what you did?” She swallowed thickly and her legs wrapped around him. “Oh? What, Steve, you want to be the one coming in and out of my window at night?” She didn’t even question how he knew it. “I shouldn’t.” “That’s not an answer.” “Y/N, what the…” He gently put her down on the ground and backed away. Her scent was intoxicating, and it was hard thinking straight. “We can’t be doing this. You shouldn’t want to do this.” He said softly. “What if I do, huh?” She asked, stepping closer to him. “Maybe I want you.” “I’m double your age. I…” “If you’re going to say that you are old enough to be my dad, I’m going to smack you. That’s a cliché.” He rolled his eyes. “Cliché or not, it’s the truth.” “Have you considered the fact that I’m actually a legal adult?” She stepped closer again and he stepped back, his calves hitting her bed. “Listen, if my dad can find someone half his age, what’s the problem of me doing it the other way around?” “The problem is that Buck is like family. You’re family, okay? This is so wrong, I should go.” He sidestepped, but stopped dead in his tracks when she whined, and he turned to face her. “Please, don’t go, Steve…” She looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Don’t give me that fucking look.” “What look?” She asked, licking her lips. “Like you want to have my cock in your mouth.” “Maybe I do.” She whispered back, and he was going to hell, because he could not stop looking at the goddamned strap on her shoulder, that was slowly inching down her shoulder. “Baby, you need to stop right now.” “Why?” His eyes moved to her face, and his willpower was fading quickly. “Because if you don’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.” She quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked. “I’d prefer your worst.” Well, then.

He was on her in seconds, his fingers wrapping around the strap of her top; her lips were so fucking close, so close, that he could practically taste them. “Baby girl, you don’t know what you’re asking.” “I think I do.” Her fingers drew lines on his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Yeah? What are you asking?” He was treading dangerous waters, and he knew it. If Bucky found out, he was a dead man. “I’m asking you to fuck me, Steve.” She was looking into his eyes without abandon. Well, if he was going to hell, he might as well have fun on the way.

His lips found hers and it was electrifying. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, her body practically melting into him. His fingers were burning imprints into her skin, where the tank top had risen a little, and the feeling of her skin against him, almost made him lose control completely.

It wasn’t until her hand moved between their bodies, inching down to his hard cock, straining against his jeans, that he realized what he was doing. He pulled away with a choked gasp, as if it caused him physical pain to do – which, to be fair, it almost did – and held her at arm’s length, panting. Her eyes were darkened and hooded with lust. “What, Steve?” “I… We can’t be doing this. We shouldn’t, I… I, uh, fuck… I should go.” He gulped. “Please, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, Steve… You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me?” She asked, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. “We can’t, Y/N. I… This is so fucking wrong, you have no idea.” “I have a very clear idea, actually. You’re not the only one with shit on the line here.” “Y/N…” She slowly moved closer to him, and he didn’t have the willpower to draw back again. “Steve… Tell me right now that you haven’t thought about it.” She stepped close enough for their chests to touch and her fingers found some of the hair in the nape of his neck, tugging it slightly. “Don’t think I don’t know that you’ve been keeping tabs on me. I know you saw me that night with Adam in the car, didn’t you?” He swallowed thickly. “Did you go home and think of me? Think of filling my tight, little pussy with your cock?” She whispered. He was uncomfortably hard. “Taking me and showing me how a real man feels?” He nodded. “I’ve watched you too, you know. Whenever you had dates over… I’ve heard them scream your name and walk out on shaky legs.” She swallowed thickly. “So…. Tell me right now, that you don’t want me, that you’ve never wanted me, and I’ll stop.” “I can’t.” “Then stop thinking and do it.” Her lips found his again, and he lost it. There wasn’t any way on this earth, that he’d be able to run back from her, turn from this. “Fuck, we gotta be quiet and fast, got it?” He mumbled, lifting her, and pushing her onto the bed. “Yeah.” She was not really here to talk but busied herself pulling her clothes off. “Fucking hell, Y/N…” He practically moaned as she stripped, throwing her clothes to the floor. “Why are you still dressed?” She asked, now fully naked. He couldn’t think – her body was everything, all he could see and think about. Her body was perfection to him. He snapped out of it when she chuckled a little, and he stripped down faster than anything he had ever done, his cock bouncing slightly when his boxers fell. She licked her lips and her eyes zeroed in on his hard, throbbing cock. “Steve, get over here right now.” “Little girl, don’t start bossing me around now.” He said with a smirk, watching her chest heaving. She whimpered when he slowly crawled on top of her, spreading her legs with his knee. “You’re going to behave, aren’t you? Be a good girl for me?” Where the confidence came from, he didn’t know, but the way she reacted was more than enough for him to keep going. She whined and rolled her hips, her fingers grabbing a tight hold on the back of his neck. “Kiss me.” She tried pulling him to her lips, but he tutted. “Ask nicely, baby.” He let his fingers wander to her inner thigh, dragging against them with slight pressure; it was enough for her to gasp, and he inched higher, chuckling darkly when he reached her core. “Oh, baby, so wet already, huh?” He hissed when his fingers made contact with her soaking folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you? Want me in you, baby?” he asked as his fingers slowly sunk into her; he was a knuckle deep with two fingers, and she was already squirming around him, her breathing shallow and small whimpers falling from her lips. “Please… Oh my God, please, I’m… Fuck!” He chuckled again, slowly moving in and out of her. “What do you want, baby?” he asked. He knew he was torturing her, and he was probably dragging this out for way too long, considering where they were, but it was so fucking good to feel her like this. “Just… Fuck me!” She whimpered again and he felt her tighten around his fingers. “Baby, I need to warm you up first, I can’t…” She moaned when his fingers twisted. “I don’t care, just take me, please!” “Baby…” She whimpered again and it was truly the most beautiful sound he ever heard. “Fuck, okay… Hold your hand out.” She looked at him questioningly and he removed his fingers and slapped her across the face. The sound that came from her would in normal circumstances be enough to make him cum right then and there. “Yes, sir.” She whispered, when she found her voice, and held her hand out, palm up, to him. He spat into it, and she shuddered in pleasure as it hit her palm. He would store that for later. “Grab my cock, baby girl. Stroke me nice and slow for a minute.” She nodded and he shuffled around, so he was on his back with her straddling his thighs, her soaking pussy hitting the skin – she moaned and rolled her hips, pressing down against his thigh as her wet palm connected with his throbbing cock, holding it tightly and began to stroke it, while she grinded against his thigh. “Oh, my baby likes to ride my thigh, huh? Want to… Fuck…” She tightened her grip and began to twist her hand slowly, as she moved her small hand up and down. “Want to cum on my thigh, baby?” He grunted and tensed his leg, eliciting a moan from her. “Oh my God, yes… Fuck, you’re so big, holy shit…” she moved faster, her hips snapping to relieve some of the ache, soaking his leg with her wetness, pumping his cock as fast as she could. She moaned and her hips stuttered in their movements for a breath, before she gasped and ground down hard, stopping her movements with her hand. She was shaking, and he grabbed her hips, guiding her back and forth on his thigh to let her ride it out. She was moaning loudly, and he removed his right hand from her hip to clasp it over her mouth. “Stay fucking quiet, or I’ll stuff your mouth so full, you won’t be talking for days.” He threatened and felt her lips turn up in a smile. “Oh, you’re a fucking slut, baby.” His grip on her tightened and removed his hand from her lips slowly, grabbing her hips again and slowly guided her to his hard cock – it was leaking precum and the thought of pumping her full, fucking breeding her, make everyone see who she belonged to, flashed before him and it broke him. With a roar, he flipped them and lined himself up with her dripping pussy, stopping right before he entered her completely. “You sure about this? If we do this, there’s no going back.” She rolled her eyes, that fucking brat, and smirked up at him. “Baby, if you don’t get inside me, I’ll scream so loud, my dad…” She cut off with a loud moan when he entered her in one fell, thrust.

It was fucking heaven to be inside of her. She was so tight and wet, he was close to shooting his load right then and there, and he had to contain himself from just fucking her so hard, she wouldn’t be able to use her legs. “Steve…” She moaned his name like a fucking prayer. “I’m not going to break. Just fuck me.” He didn’t need to be told twice.

He pulled out, almost all the way, before snapping his hips and burying himself deeply inside of her. She screamed, but he slapped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and began fucking her relentlessly. If he thought it felt good to be inside of her with his fingers, this was heaven. She was tight, wet, and warm, and his cock dragged against her walls perfectly – her body shivered, and she clenched slightly around him as he sped up his movements and she moaned behind his hand. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby… You’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” She nodded furiously and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. “I’ve wanted to be buried in you for years, Y/N… Fuck…” He moaned as well and bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from getting too loud. He felt her twitch and clench around his cock, and he grinned down at her. “Oh, is my good, little slut going to cum, huh? You think you can keep quiet, baby? I need you to… shit… Fuck, I need to feel you cum around me, make a mess out of me, baby…” She moaned behind his hand again, and despite his better judgement, he removed the hand, holding her hips and angling himself deeper. She whimpered and a string of moans mixed with his name fell from her lips before her head lolled back and her jaw went slack. He spat in her mouth, and she whined in pleasure and came so fucking hard, he could practically feel her vibrating. “Atta girl…” He mumbled and kissed, licked, and bit down on her exposed neck. She was clenching him so hard, he could barely move, and he felt her gush wetness around him. “Fuck, that’s so hot… Shit, look at you, baby… Look at how well you’re taking me…” He grunted and let her ride it out, before he stilled and flipped them over, so she was straddling him – her nails dug into his chest, leaving indents from her nails on his skin. “Take what you want, Y/N.” She opened her eyes and looked down at him, before she leaned forwards and kissed him deeply, slowly beginning to move her hips; she was moving in circles for a little bit, and then began bouncing on his cock – it felt entirely too good like this. “Shit, baby…” He moaned. “You’re going to make me cum like this…” Her hips stuttered for a moment, before she sped up and he let his hands rest on her hips. “Is that what you want? Want me to fill you… Pump you full of my cum, breed you?” She cursed and moaned, and he began to furiously move her hips – she barely weighed anything to him, and he easily moved her up and down his cock, chasing his high as her pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her. “Let the world see who you belong to?” He mumbled, freeing a hand to play with her nipples. She moaned loudly and wetness gushed around him, the sounds of her wet folds meeting his skin filling them room and his ears; it was the single most amazing sound, he had ever heard. “Yes… St-Steve, yes! Fucking…” She moaned. “Use me… U-use me like your litt… Little fuckdoll… Please, fill me… I want you to f-fill me, please…” She mumbled and he felt her clench again. He should care if she was on birth control, he should care that he was fucking his best friend’s daughter in their house, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Good girl, cum with me…” He mumbled and placed his feet firmly on the mattress to gain more leverage. He was close too, and when he sped up, holding her firmly in place with his hands, she screamed soundlessly and came wildly around him; her pussy clenched him and held him deeply, milking him for all he had. He came with a roar, pumping rope after rope of his hot cum inside of her, painting her walls white. He could feel it drip out along the side of his cock and he almost came again just by the thought of it. “Fuck, baby…” He finally spoke after a few minutes. She had folded over him, her face resting against his shoulder, her perked nipples brushing his naked chest every time she breathed. “Fuck indeed.” She whispered. He gently moved her off of him – they both hissed when he slipped out of her – and laid her down next to him, holding her tightly. “Steve…” She mumbled his name while her fingers drew circles on his chest. “I meant it. I’ve wanted this for a while.” “I know, baby. You didn’t think you were a good enough actor as a teen to hide your crush on me, did you?” He felt her cheeks heat up. “I knew, honey.” “So… What now?” She asked. “Now?” He kissed her forehead. “Now, I get dressed, I go say goodbye to your drunk father and your sweetheart of a stepmother, and leave.” “But…” He shushed her when she began protesting. “Let me finish.” He chuckled. “Then I’ll drive around the corner and wait. You’re going to say goodbye to your family and kiss them on the cheek with that filthy mouth of yours, and then you’ll come to meet me.” He lifted her face by her chin. She whimpered a little. “And you’re going to be a good girl for me, get on the back of my motorcycle and come home with me.” “Oh, am I?” “Yes, you are. You’re going to let me eat you out until you can’t fucking speak, and then I want to see what your mouth can do.” He kissed her lazily. “And then… I want to use you until the sun comes up, mark you up. Make sure nobody tries anything with my girl.” “What about my dad?” He sighed. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?” She nodded. “Besides, I have a sneaky suspicion that Loes might already know. She gave me the Look.” “Oh… Yeah, no, she knows then.” He laughed and get up to get dressed.

When he was fully dressed, he leaned back down over her and kissed her deeply. “I’m expecting you on the corner of the street in exactly 20 minutes, got it?” She grinned. “Got it, captain.”

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[idkhowbut-art]

O provider of the hand fanart to end all hand fanarts, how about we do 3, 5, 7, 8, 11, 18 if you drink any, 19 cause I'm trying to prove a point XD, 28 and bonus 30: how do you draw so good??! (this isn't a *real* question, unless you want to answer it, more of an excuse to compliment you. I adore your depictions of the ghouls and your art brings me so much joyyyy!!)

oh boy 😅  Imma paraphrase the questions a bit

3: a specific colour that gives you the ick

Neon green and most orange colours. Tbh I generally hate the colour orange

5: favourite form of potato

YOU'RE MAKING ME CHOOSE ONE??!!! uhhhhhh big fan of roasties (like just with herbs and shit like that)

7: what animal do you look forward to seeing in the aquarium?

I go so head empty at the aquarium that i think i black out and just end up on the other side. but i fucking love jellyfish, they look so cool

8: do you change into specific clothes for the house?

Yes 100%. I have to dress formal for school so I most definitely change when I get home, into sweatpants and a tshirt usually.

18: boba/ tea order

I only got into boba recently, but my order is usually a regular brown sugar bubble milk tea, with less sugar and no ice. With regular tea i usually have just regular breakfast tea with milk and sugar

19: the veggie you dislike the most

ooo thats tough. anything squishy really. I'm most definitely a texture eater so anything that unexpectedly squishes in my mouth is coming directly out again. idk if that proves your point but i hope so

28: last meal on earth

ohhhh. some ghoul dick UHHHHHHH. fr tho probably seafood spaghetti, but specifically the one my zia (italian aunt) makes

30: how do you draw so good??!

i sold my soul for it /j

In all seriousness THANK YOU!!!!!!! I really appreciate all the loe you've given my art and i'm glad it brings you so much joy!! <3

[darkkakyuu]

Nasty girl. Snorting when Kirei asked me to keep my hands to myself, I let them rest behind my head while I leant deeper into the couch, watching her do her thing.

As she freed my cock from my joggers, I licked my lip, barking a laugh at her comment. I never had someone complimenting my dick, but I guess it worked since it made my length twitch in her hand.

Come on then, show me how much you love it, Kirei. I'm waiting.

Restraining myself from caressing her hair, I hissed when she kissed the tip, her warm hands only brushing my length slightly.

Tossing my head back with a loe grown, I closed my eyes, stopping myself from bucking my hips upwards to meet her strokes.

You said no teasing but here you are, doing it.

-Incubus Baji

I looked up at him from the position on my knees in front of him and smiled teasingly. "Am I?" I say as I press another kiss to his wet tip, grazing my nail over the vein that throbbed on the underside. If my memory was right, it wasn't very often that I got to tease Baji like this.

Sticking out my tongue, I gave his length a lick from bottom to top, swirling over the tip. Slowly, I took his cock inside my mouth, lips stretching to accommodate his thickness. I had forgotten how big Baji was. I couldn't take all of it in my mouth.

I gagged a little when then the tip hit the back of my throat and I hadn't even taken half of it in yet. Using the help of my hands, I bobbed my head up and down over him. Swirling my tongue over the tip with each upward drag, saliva helping my hands stroke whatever was left out. Letting go with a wet pop, I smiled at him. "You can touch now, Kei."

And I went back to sucking him down my throat.

[khrsyfq]

(25/12/2021) 10/01/2022 - 16 days after last time hugged her

To think that the one that hurts you being happy, sleep well at night and chasing the guy she wants after ditching me while i suffers the most really wakes me up telling that she doesn’t love and care about me. I’ve only slept 2-4 hours a day. Cant do a single work. Cant communicate with my friends well. My life has been a messed up since that day. She wouldn’t care at all what happened to me after what she did and said. She only thinks about what she wants and not what i had sacrificed for her. All that excuses she made are all lies. Just to get away from all the problems. She’s the one that starts to lie first. She even starts to cheat first. And all of that happened all those years and still she only saw that one ws i had with a girl when we both are single. What i mean single is she is the that asked for break up. She would throw me away every time we fight. Obviously every time we fight is about other guys that she talks to. Damn…. That’s the only thing we always fight about. Her crush, her flings, the guy who loves her, the guy who have a crush on her even the guy she almost into a relationship. She talks to all of that guy when she’s with me. Why cant i just be all that ?? Why cant i be the only guy she gives her attention to ?? Why should there be other guys ?? Id been trying so so hard to be the guy you always want. Even after i gave it my all, she still had the audacity to do all that ?? Treats me with that attitude ?? While other guys get the best of you and i only get the bad side of you ?? I should have left you the first time we broke up but weak ass heart telling me to gave you second chance and yet you broke it again and again and again without feeling guilty at all. The best part is she even said iloveyou imissyou after did all those things behind my back. Like a fucking asshole, my weak ass heart always melt at her. Always have a soft spot for her. And i even love her more as time flies by. After 5 years together, she suddenly have a change of heart. She suddenly told me she did not love me anymore and she said she didn’t want to lie to herself. You see right. What she thinks first and said was that SHE DIDNT WANT TO LOE TO HERSELF first. Not about my feelings and not about everything that we had been together all those 5 freaking years. All because one ws with a girl i made when shes the one that throws me out like im a broken doll first. Id been working hard to love her even she did all those things to me. But look at her. One mistake and she gave up. Even told her family what a dick i am and told her friends too. But the fact is im the one that been the good guy and she’s the one that’s bad. She didn’t even tried to clear my name but instead gave up on everything. Funny isn’t how my love life with this one girl had been. It’s rough but i still fight hard till the end. She’s the one that letting it go everything that we had been working hard to build. And she chose to start over with another new guy she met that are just looks like me instead of fixing what we already have. Well, what can i do. If she wants, she will work it out and we can live happily forever. She chose to give up on us on me on everything we have built. Id already told her that we can fix it and even wanted to meet her families to clear up my name. Yet she still throws me away like a rotten meat. I have a lot more to tell but i guess here is enough. Even after all i said here, i still do love her. I hope she is happy with the choices she made. I wish you all the good things and i hope you don’t end up like me. Cause i know you can’t handle this much pain. I hope you don’t suddenly download tumblr and see this pain ive been through. Takecare. Iloveyou imissyou like hell. Nfmk.

[vipers-hat]

🖊🖊🖊 for my favourite obscure hope county lads: jace, leland and rick

Jace: Forcing him into the LoE verse, he’s absolutely delighted when John survives the Big Fight and then the Collapse in general. Not because he’s his little brother and he should be relieved bc he’s family, but because “Hey, you know that now I can legally call you a dick all the time because technically you thinking with your dick is the reason you’re here, right? Riiiiggghhhtt?”

Rick: Post-Collapse, he starts up the rough equivalent to a Little League for baseball to give kids something to do. It backfires a little bit when Sharky and Hurk Jr decide to make a rival Little League and then they play against each other. Rick doesn’t have the heart or desire to lose brain cells to inform them that just makes them different teams and not leagues. He’s still amused-confused that Hurk calls him “his nemesis” during games, because while he appreciates the Stupid, he’s also never met Hurk before in his life, so that title is a bit wild.

Leland: I already forgot he exists, that’s it, that’s the pen. Going off that last one, post Collapse Rick convinces him to join Hurk’s Gate to continue what was basically indoctrination from the Project. He knows Leland will be safer, Hurk’s people are weird but friendly and ultimately harmless, and it’s basically just a club anyway- which might be a good stepping stone to recovery. And if Leland ditches them for being off the wall, so be it. It ends up working exactly like that, but Leland still holds onto the jacket because he likes the design.