#THIS is why i don't fucking date. i hate this so much

[dante-mightdie]

long awaited part three of lowselfesteem!reader and simon

part two

invisible clothes

that’s what you called them, the rags you don when you have to integrate with the general population but you would much rather not be noticed. clothing that is so bland that it isn’t nice enough catch an eye but not hideous enough to catch any negative attention

you had told simon about them once, when he called you out on wearing them every time you stepped out in public, including your dates with him. especially since he knew you had a very elaborate wardrobe with a tailored sense of style

clearly they aren’t invisible enough to hide you from johnny’s guilty eyes from across the store aisle. you sigh when he comes up to you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. he shifts uncomfortably on his feet

“I know ye probably hate ma guts, lass but ye should ken that simon shut down all of that bet talk after your first date. Ah just bring et up to annoy ‘im.” johnny says, with a nervous chuckles at the end. you don’t laugh alongside him

“okay, fair enough. look, he’s miserable without ye! he comes to the pub just to get pished and mope about how he fucked it all up with ye.” johnny continues, a pleading look in his eyes, “he’s supposed to he coming by to drop off some things of yours tomorrow. just hear him out, please, lass.”

you roll your eyes at him, continuing to grab what you need from the shelves in front of you. not even bothering to look him in the eyes when you finally begin to speak

"why should I? why am I always expected to think of other people even when they hurt me? you and simon didn't think about me or my feelings when you made your stupid bet. neither of you stopped to consider that I was just a person who simply wanted to be left alone." you say with a scoff, "he'll be lucky if I don't slam the door in his face."

johnny shifts on his feet, looking down at the floor since he feels too uncomfortable to look directly at you, "fair enough. take care've yerself, hen."

you bite back tears as you watch him skulk off in the corner of your eye. you stand there for a few more minutes, staring at the stacked shelves in front of you to distract you from the war raging inside of your head

-

it's late at night, nearly midnight, when there's a knock at your door. you let out a sigh, already knowing who was disturbing your doomscrolling at this hour. and when you open the door, you see him. you’re brooding prick of an ex-boyfriend. he at least has the decency to look guilty, like a dog caught ripping up the couch cushions

except he wasn’t a dog, he was the love of your life. and your heart isn’t so easily replaced like a cushion. though he definitely treated it like somewhere to rest his head

“hey.”

you scoff, you’re not sure why. there isn’t anything inherently wrong with what he said but it still annoyed you. he annoyed you. with his stupid stormy eyes and his stupid jokes and freckled shoulders that you used to connect like dots late at night

“just give me my stuff and go, simon. don’t have time for this bullshit.”

he doesn’t flinch. he saw that hit coming, and sometimes you gotta let them swing at you especially when you know that you deserve much worse

the exchange is quick, a box with small memories passed over to you. a couple items of clothing, a book and some toiletries. before you can slam the door in his face, he jams his heavy boot into it

“wait… love, I… there’s somethin’ else. I never gave it to you but it’s yours. got it for you and I’ll never give it to anyone else.”

the glare you give him only falters when he places a small velvet box in your hand, he pauses the speech you can definitely feel coming on. looking at you expectantly to open it. you do, waiting for him to laugh at you when you find nothing in there. ridicule you for even thinking he would consider making you his wife

but all he does it look on solemn, the beautiful ring twinkling as a devastating reminder of what could have been

“I kno’ I ‘ave no right to ask. I wouldn’t insult you like tha’ lovie. you can hate me, I deserve it. but you don’t deserve it. I won’t let you hurt yourself over what I did. you deserve to know the real extent of how bad I fucked up. maybe it’ll help to look at tha’ ring and know that I’ll spend the rest of my life having to know I lost the woman who should be my wife.”

there’s no chance to respond, not like you’d know what to say anyway,

“I’m sorry.”

and then he’s gone.

[punkrockmlchael]

Imagine reader & rockstar!Gareth (or Eddier, your pick) doing the 'We Listen & We Don't Judge' trend on tik tok & people watch it, expecting hot gossip between the couple but it's just super sweet & wholesome the entire time.

Your mind once again my dear. Spectacular! (Give me 14 of them right now.) I loved the is for both but I’m feeling Eddie right now—I can write a Gareth one if yall want! (Word Count: 420)

“We listen and we don’t judge,” you and Eddie spoke simultaneously as you looked at your phone that was propped up on the table in front of you.

“You first,” you said softly, looking at Eddie.

Eddie nodded, thinking for a second. “Okay, well, when we first started dating and going out on actual dates.. I started a list in my notes on my phone of everything you would order. Your McDonald’s order, your coffee order, your favorite sub and toppings... that way, if I happened to go somewhere without you, I knew what to get for you.” Eddie admitted softly, looking at you.

“Really?” You asked, smiling at him.

“Hey, we listen and we don’t judge,” he replied, looking at you.

“Fine,” you muttered, thinking to yourself. “Remember that Thanksgiving when we went to the wrong house? I did that on purpose because I didn’t want you to meet my grandparents yet. I was so scared you weren’t going to like them and that my niece was going to hate you.” You admitted. Eddie smiled, looking at you.

“I had a feeling that you did that on purpose; you don’t just forget what house you go to for a holiday. But, I love your family baby, almost as much as I love you.”

You blushed, shaking your head. “We listen and we don’t judge.”

Eddie smiled, looking at you. His hand found your thigh under the table, resting on it gently. “I have a whole notebook full of songs I’ve written for you. Little lyrics, notes, there’s so many songs and partial songs in there that I will play for you one day.” You looked at him, mouth falling open as he spoke.

“Really?” You asked softly, a wide smile appearing on your face. He hummed and nodded, smiling wider.

“We listen and we don’t judge,” he said softly.

"I was too scared to talk to you but Gareth pushed me into you the night we met and that's why I ran into you... because Gareth literally hip checked me into your body." You smiled, looking at Eddie.

"Really?" He asked, a smile forming on his face.

"Hey, we listen and we don't judge."

"Yeah, fuck that. I have to go thank Gareth for pushing the girl of my dreams into my lap." Eddie nodded, standing up. He looked at you and smiled, leaving a soft kiss on your lips gently. "I love you, baby girl."

"I love you too, Eddie." You smiled, leaning in for another quick kiss.

eddie tag list: wanna be added? comment + let me know! @keeryhours ; @the-witty-pen-name ; @swiftieintheupsidedown ; @hawkinsmafia ; @pupwrites ; @clown420cunt ; @exploding-bonbon ; @borhapparker ; @corrodedcorpses

[cherryknotsclub]

ON THE RIDE HOME | 𝖓𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍

✘ summary: negan gets a little too jealous when someone stares at you longer than they should, and he won't wait to get home to prove how much you're his.

✘ pairing: sugardaddy!negan smith x fem!sugarbaby!reader

✘ warnings: jealous negan, daddy kink, fingering, semi-public sex, car sex, breast and nipple play, slight impact play, very dubious negan at the end

It's a silent ride from the restaurant back to Negan's place. It's never usually like thism You'd either be chatting about what's been going on in your lives or teasing and toying with each other in preparation for the "cardio" that you always had after a date.

You play with the hem of the mini dress you were wearing—a vintage Chanel piece that Negan had gotten you a few months ago. You wonder if he didn't like your choice of outfit for the night. But he certainly would've made you change instead of looking you up and down with a smirk on his face if he truly didn't approve.

It's definitely a revealing dress with the way it hugs your curves. The skirt just barely covers your ass and the sweetheart neckline shows off your breasts. But then again, most of Negan's gifts have at least one of the two criteria.

"You alright?" You finally ask, unable to contain yourself. You can't stand the deafening silence any longer, and you have no idea what could've possibly set him off. "What's wrong?"

Negan glances at you before returning his eyes on the road. "I'm fine, doll."

"No, you're not," you argue, crossing your arms. "You're being quiet. What is it?"

You can see Negan's grip on the steering wheel tighten as he sighs. "The fucking waiter back in that restaurant."

You raise your eyebrow. "And? What about him?"

"He was staring down at your tits every chance he got." He grunted, eyebrows furrowing. "Every damn time he came over, he was hovering behind you and staring at 'em."

You can't help but smirk. If there was one thing you loved about Negan, it was how so damn possessive he was of you. He loves showing you off and have everyone looking at you, but he absolutely hates it when any of them try to make a move on you.

"Someone's jealous," you teased, poking his shoulder. Leaning over to him, you kiss his cheek and start rubbing his thigh. "I love it when you're jealous."

"Doll, I'm not jealous."

"C'mon, daddy, no need to be grumpy," you whisper in his ear, your hand sliding up his thigh, going higher and higher until it arrives at his crotch.

A low hum leaves Negan's throat as you grab his semi-hard cock through the fabric of his slacks, your fingers wrapped around and palm pressed against his girthy length. Rubbing his cock, you feel it harden and grow under your touch. Licking your lips, you reach for his zipper before he grips your wrist to stop you.

"Not yet, sweetheart. We don't want to get in an accident because my dick's down that pretty throat of yours now, do we?"

You blush as you pull yourself off of him. Too eager to please him, you almost forgot he was driving. You look out the window as the trees and cars pass by your line of view. The car then goes off the road and onto the grass before Negan parks it behind a couple of trees.

"Why are we stopping?" You ask, looking at the array of trees that barely covered the view of the highway, and likely unsuccessful from hiding the parked sports car on the side of the road from the passing drivers' end.

That's when Negan reclines his seat as far as it could before patting his leg. "This is where I'm gonna fuck your brains out, doll."

Your cheeks get hot, both out of being shy and being turned on by the risky situation Negan put the both of you in. Just the thought of having his thick cock stretch out your tight pussy in such a place makes you squirm in your seat. Still, you can't help but ask—

"What if we get caught?"

He chuckles before leaning over to you, his lips pressed to your ear while his hand rubs the inside of your thigh. "Honey, if that happens, I'll just fuck your sweet pussy even harder. I don't care how they do, but everyone's going to find out that you're mine."

He spreads your legs open, forcing your short dress to hike up and reveal the wet spot on your panties. "Look at you, sweetheart, I barely even touched you and you're already ready for me."

Negan presses the pad of his thumb against your clit through the soaked fabric, making you gasp. He pushes your underwear aside, before sticking two of his calloused fingers in your hole, your juices making them slide in easily.

"I saw the way that waiter was lookin' at you. You have no fucking idea how badly I wanted to punch that piece of shit in the face," Negan growls as his fingers pump in and out of your needy pussy, his thumb toying with your sensitive nub. "I wanted to bend you over the table and fuck you in front of him and everyone else at that shitty restaurant staring at you, let 'em know you're mine."

Your moans become louder as his fingers work themselves inside of you faster, your back arching as your nails dug into the luxury leather of the passenger seat for support. With your chest pushed out, Negan takes the opportunity to grab the front of your dress and pull it down, your tits spilling out. The cold air from the air conditioning hits your nipples, making them erect.

"I've been starin' at these since I saw you tonight—I fucking loved watching them bounce and jiggle with every move you made." He reveals, squeezing one of your breasts in his free hand. With his thumb and index finger, he rolls your nipple between them, pinching and pulling at the hard nub. "I know those fucks at the restaurant were staring at 'em too. But y'know what, sweetheart? I don't blame them."

Negan's lips latches themselves onto your other breast, tongue flicking and rolling around your nipple. You arch your back further at the sensation, his face pressing against your tits while his greying stubble grazed your soft skin. His fingers continue pumping themselves in and out of your pussy, the squelching sound of his fingers against your folds mixing with your moans and pants. You're getting close to cumming, so close to making a mess from his fingers alone.

Just as waves of pleasure were about to come over you, Negan yanks his fingers out of your pussy and takes his mouth off your tits. You can't help but cry out, legs shaking from how good he was making you feel.

You whine, looking at him with doe eyes and pouty lips, which only made him chuckle as he licks off your juices from his fingers.

"Do you want to cum, doll?"

You nod your head eagerly, desperate to continue what he'd put on hold. Instead of his fingers continuing to work it's way inside you, your non-verbal response only gets you a smack on your inner thigh, making you squeal.

"You better use your words, honey." He says, his hand hovering over your thighs as a warning. "I know I fingered you good, but I doubt it was enough to make you dumb."

"Yes, daddy, I want to cum. Please let me cum," you splutter, lustful desperation laced in every word that left your mouth.

He grins, satisfied with your answer, before taking off his shirt, giving you a view of his stubbly chest and his tattoo-covered muscles. You lick your lips in anticipation as he unzips his pants and pulls out his thick, veiny cock, which is proudly standing upright from how hard it already is.

"Don't think I'm gonna do all the work for you, darling." Negan grunts as he leans back in his seat, tapping on his thigh.

You fully pry off your dress and underwear from your body before eagerly crawling over to his side of the vehicle and straddling his lap. Positioning yourself over his cock, some of your wetness travels down from your folds and directly onto the veiny shaft. Hitching your breath, you start to sink onto his member, letting your needy hole be filled with his length. Moans leave your lips as you're stretched wide open by his girth, eyes almost rolling back at the all-too-familiar feeling of his dick inside of you.

Eventually, you have taken him in until the base, all in one thrust. You stay seated on Negan's lap while his cock was snuggly deep inside you. Biting your bottom lip, you looked up to Negan, who was humming lowly at how tightly you were squeezing him. Even after all this time, he could never get enough of the feeling of your inner walls wrapped around him.

"That's my good girl, taking my cock so well." He grins, reaching behind you to spank your ass, your skin rippling at the contact. "Now, show me how badly you want to cum."

You don't need to be told twice. Your hips start moving, almost as if raising and falling on their own. You start with slow, methodical thrusts, savoring the way his dick filled you up every time you went down on him. But it just isn't enough. You can't control yourself; his cock feels so good inside you. It's not long before you're bouncing up and down his thick length, both of your grunts and moans filling the air inside the vehicle.

You place your hands on his chest to steady yourself, nails almost digging into his skin at how addictive it was having his cock inside you. Negan has you stretched out so good, almost as if his cock was made to stretch and fill your pussy.

"Atta girl, show me how much you want this cock," Negan growls, his calloused hands toying with your bouncing tits. "C'mon baby, be a good fucking girl and cum all over Daddy's cock."

His words are like music to your ears. You pick up the pace, ignoring the burning in your legs from constantly thrusting yourself on his dick. You don't care how tired you were; it feels so goddamn good. Eventually, you lose all sense of rhythm in your thrusts; you're just mindlessly and sloppily riding his cock with one goal in mind.

"Fuck, I'm getting close," Negan grunts, before grabbing your hips and slamming upwards into you.

With the tight grip of hands on your hips, he's forced you to stay put as he fucks your hole. Negan leans forward to latch his lips on your neck, his teeth gnawing at and sinking into your skin. A mixture of moans and cries leave your lips as your legs shake from the sensations he's putting your body through.

The pressure continues to build from the pit of your stomach until you're finally over the edge, euphoria coming over you as your body shakes from your long-desired orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Negan continues to slam his cock inside your quivering pussy, before you feel spurts of his hot cum shoot inside you.

Negan's fingers loosen on your hips—which you're sure will bruise from his grip—and you allow yourself to sink back down on his cock, keeping his seed plugged inside of you. You lean forward, pressing yourself against Negan, who immediately wraps his arms around you as you both come down from the high of your orgasms.

"Daddy, that was amazing," you breathe out, your fingers tracing over the outlines of the tattoos on his sweat-slicked chest.

He chuckles, running his hand through your hair. "You always say that, doll."

Just then, you start seeing red and blue lights and the sound of sirens. You look up and see a police car parked behind, with a uniformed officer stepping out.

You quickly scramble to get off Negan's lap and put your clothes back on, but he grabs you by your waist and slams you back down on his cock. "Not so fast, darling."

"What are you doing?" You squeak, squirming as his vice-like grip forces you to stay put with his dick inside you. "There's a cop coming over!"

Negan just laughs—as if it was incredulous for you to not want to be seen in such a situation.

"Sweetheart, did you think I was joking when I said I wanted everyone to know you're mine?"

[anirudhpisharody]

lord give me strength i need to figure out how to break up with someone i'm not even dating

[opalsiren]

the rage i am experiencing rn i actually should be sequestered in a lab

[sleep-nurse]

i realised my hatred for history (school subject) isn't because it's boring but because every single oral exam and exam that put me through so much stress and anxiety and having to memorise so much bullshit at once was always history. ever since elementary btw

[kakusu-shipping]

I can't decide if I should be funny and write Cap as a leering Perv possessive kind of guy or stick closer to his personality and have him be a gentleman/chivalrous kind of guy.

[yoonstudios]

oh my fucking godddddd i wish i could come out to my parents

[exltwounds]

Sometimes i hate to be the one who's always right

[nyaacatboy]

hey aros/aces of tumblr has anyone else figured out to express the sentiment "I hate it when people complain about being single to me" to allos without them launching into the perfectly valid ways in which they are unhappy with their singleness or conflating "complain about being single" with "talking about dating or being attracted to anyone."

[loverboybrightsideghost]

"reblog for something lgbt to happen to you" at this point i'd be grateful if something straight happened to me

[girlivealwaysbean]

sometimes my boobs hurt so much i think they're gonna bleed surely this is normal right

[autumnrory]

i've been going into the liam tag from time to time the last year where both his fans and people who hated him were Weird about him well before there were any allegations so i would get curious, i don't even remember what started it (maybe it was merely looking for photos that update accounts wouldn't post), but i normally try to avoid going into anything but edit tags for people i enjoy bc there are so many nonsense takes

and of course happening to go through today before the news broke bc i wanted to see what was being said about the abuse as i've only gotten bits on twitter and of course there were many posts rightfully calling it out and all but there's that weird mentality which i was getting a lot more of from twitter but some on here where they're like??? celebrating it and girlboss-ing and i'm just like. okay it's great that you're believing a victim but you're making light of it by talking about it like it's just another stan thing, i have seen that time and time again when this kind of stuff comes out and if people already thought that person was annoying or whatever they're just like "oh yes! i knew it! their career is ruined haha!" and it's like. you clearly don't actually care about the horrible things this person has done and just want to brag that you somehow ~knew~ a stranger's vibes were off and it's so beyond gross like you could use that energy to support a person's victims and instead you'll just try to prove you stan the right people and never the wrong ones or whatever

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

been thinking about how danse is who nora is endgame with in death shroud. it compels me

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Hanging out with the bestie is scream laughing about funny/cringy shit we did when we were in middle school, then immediately after talking about why we feel unlovable lmao

[all-seeing-ifer]

OH NO I THINK I MIGHT HATE THE PUPPET EPISODE ACTUALLY THIS SUCKS