#The Expecting

[blackdollette]

Hii Soo I'm not used to sending requests so I'm sorry if this is gonna be a little difficult or confusing. Have you heard that TikTok sound about how "she wanted five guys and I'm not talking about burgers" I was wondering if you could write something like that with 5 characters that Rory plays I don't mind who if you do decide to write it but I'm so sorry this message is so long

ohhh anon you're creative!

"you want more." | clyde, euronymous, jack, kappa, tyler

art deco. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @angelsanarchy @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@livingdead-reilly @imoonkiss @lankysimp @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss @wild-rose-35

female!reader x clyde + r!euro + jack + kappa + tyler

word count: 1.6k

contents: gangbang, unprotected p in v, anal, a little degradation, a little praise, blowjob, public sex, overstimulation, facial, creampies, a little aftercare

like a doll on display in the window of a toy store, you felt 5 pairs of predatory eyes lying on your almost bare figure as you sat on a scrawny little bed in a private room of your favourite nightclub. what a strange set of men. the thought ran through your mind as you stared up at them, studying the group. 

there was a drunk-eyed stoner dressed in baggy clothes that held a muscular figure, a dark-haired metalhead wearing a cropped shirt that showed off a toned torso, a normal-looking man who appeared more off-putting the longer you looked at him, a greasy hippie who was already greedily palming himself, and a short-haired man with a glowing, throbbing rod concealed in his jeans.

you shyly bit your lip, fidgeting with your thumbs as you thought about what was in store for you. this wasn’t what you initially expected during a night out at the club, but you couldn't deny the adrenaline rushing through your veins. you were wearing a pair of silk panties and thigh-high black socks. the first man to take note of your nervous disposition was the stoner, who reached out a hand to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb.

clyde’s gentle touch made you shiver. “well aren’t you just the cutest thing?” he slipped his thumb between your lips, making you suck on it. “i promise not to hurt you tonight, ‘kay?” while his words were meant to bring you comfort, you could only tremble as the four others clearly had intentions of doing the opposite. 

your eyes darted around, spotting the hippie whipping out his cannon. your pupils dilated as 12-inches of meat dangled in the corner of your eye. your clit throbbed at the thought of his pipe abusing your internal organs, beating them to a pulp. and you caught a glimpse of that dream in reality as he hopped on the bed, lifting up your ass and pressing his hips against you and letting you feel the sensation of his throbbing cock through the dampening fabric of your panties.

three belts clanged as they hit the ground in unison. the three others, euronymous, jack and tyler, took their positions on the bed with you, all five of them surrounding you. euronymous firmly grabs your jaw, making you look up at him. you couldn’t help but whimper quietly, from the sight of him and the feeling of kappa starting to toy with your pussy.

clyde rested back against the creaky bed’s headboard, pulling out his erection that was already smeared with precum. tyler sat next to him and as he pulled out his dick, your life momentarily flashed before your eyes. his shaft was unlike anyone else’s in the room. from the balls, it was a shimmery sapphire blue and it faded into a pretty purple at the tip (like this). it was so thick that you tried to wrap your hand around it, failing.

a harsh slap landed down on your ass, making yelp. jack’s hand left a sting as kappa cooed mockingly. “aw did that hurt, sugar?” euronymous tore your panties off of you, tossing the useless strip of fabric to the side as he massaged your hard clit with his thumb. you arched your back, stuffing your face into the mattress until a hand grabbed you by your hair.

“don’t hide that pretty mouth,” tyler grinned, “we’re gonna put you to good use, baby.” clyde flipped his hair out of his face, teasing your lips with the tip of his cock. you eagerly took it in, taking a second to adjust to his size. clyde let out a low groan, already bucking his hips slowly into your mouth.

tyler’s alien cock glowed with arousal as he watched your throat bulge from being filled up. you brought your hand to his dick, it being much colder than clyde’s. you lifted you mouth off of his, with lips being connected by strings of saliva as you slowly took tyler’s tentacle into your mouth. his hand found the back of your head, gently guiding it down. “yeah… nice and easy.”

then they all went at full force. euro, jack and kappa all slammed themselves into you simultaneously. tears flooded your eyes as you felt two cocks stretch out your pussy and one fill up your asshole. right from the jump, you were already gushing on all of them, the wetness of your cunt saturating their rods.

clyde and tyler took off the training wheels, now making you take both lengths into your little mouth at the same time. you struggled, but your sobs provided enough spit to help them go down easily. both men tossed their head back in unison from the feeling of their girths rubbing together.

though you couldn’t see, jack was taking care of your asshole while kappa and euro dealt with your painfully tight pussy. jack slowly massaged your sore hole as he slowly moved himself in and out of you. “does that hurt, sweetie?” his hand had a gentle grip of your waist and he gave it a little squeeze. both your holes clenched, and jack took this as a sign to be a little gentler with you.

“just give me a little kick if you can’t take it. but i know you can. such a good girl…” jack’s words turned your limbs into jelly. he cocked his head to the side slightly, dislodging a few locks from his bun as he pushed himself in your tight muscle, the vibrations of your groans running down tyler and clyde’s bodies.

kappa may have had the size, but euronymous was carrying the speed. he was twice, maybe three times as fast as everyone else one, your ass bouncing each time he slammed himself back into you. he muttered the dirtiest things of all, making a knot tie in your stomach. “goddamnit, you’re tight as a fuckin’ virgin. but we all know that’s not true, don’t we?” 

you felt your cheeks burn with humiliation, much to his dismay. you ground your hips against them, cum dripping down the inside of your thighs. you had already cum a few times, but how would they know? your mouth was completely stuffed, preventing you from getting a single word out.

clyde reached into the pocket of his cargos which were inches away from him on the bed. he took out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a long drag, eyes locked on you as your spit could his cock in a thin layer.

while clyde was calm and collected, tyler was completely losing it. his hips uncontrollably bucked into your mouth as he gripped the bedsheets so tight that his knuckles went pale. his cock was illuminated like a glowstick, throbbing and oozing as it began to drip with a neon green substance.

as the taste hit your tongue, you immediately felt like gagging. but once you got over the burning sizzle of his cum, it began to taste faintly like green apple bubble gum. you swallowed every last drop that he gave you, desperately deepthroating his length to get more of his solution. then the gates of hell broke loose. he couldn’t hold back anymore and he dumped a bucket load of bioluminescent cum into your digestive track.

it erupted out of him like lava, hot and sizzling as you coughed up green bubbles. clyde burst into a fit of laughter as he shoved himself back into you. “what a party trick, dude.” clyde grabbed a fistful of your hair, aggressively fucking your throat, completely losing control of himself.

you gazed up at him through tear-filled eyes as your lips swelled around him. he’d always been a sucker for “blowjob eyes”, so with a few more lazy thrusts he shot hot strings of his seed onto your face, painting on you like you were a pretty picture.

as you received your facial, kappa exclaimed out a string of curses, as you feel your pussy swell as it filled with cum. euronymous’ balls slapped against your clit as he pounded into you, his fingernails digging into your ass as he lost himself in this moment of pure bliss. as hit orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, he yanked himself out of you, pumping himself quickly as shooting his load all over your arched back.

jack took this opportunity to give it his all, now fucking you rapidly in the ass. you cried into the mattress, loads of cum squirting out of your swollen pussy as he destroyed your insides. “o-oh yeah… good fucking girl…” he reached a hand down and started rubbing messy circles on your puffy clit, making your ass clench as he reached his climax.

he groaned deeply, his body shaking enough the snap the elastic band holding his hair up, sending his full strands all over his face. he used you to milk every last drop out of himself before pulling out and examining your sore hole.

you were a total mess, tears running down your face as they all released you at once. you panted heavily, the room spinning as your eyes fluttered shut. your pussy throbbed from the overstimulation, your entire feeling satisfied despite how worn out you were. in this moment, you felt cold leather draping over your bare body, euronymous’ jacket. clyde lit the small candle on the bedside table with his lighter to keep you warm, jack took one of the hair ties on his wrist and pulled your hair out of your face, putting it into a pretty ponytail, tyler pulled a pink lollipop out of his pocket, putting it in your gentle grip. and kappa’s contribution was a soft kiss on the cheek.

they left you in the cool, drafty room, leaving you with an aching body but a very fulfilled heart.

(little drawing of the position yall are in.)

author's note: writing gangbangs is so hard but I love a challenge!

[kristennero-wallacewellsver]

Tyler

(The expecting)

How is there no content about him if he is one of Rory's hottest characters (my opinion)

I'm going to die if I don't see a paragraph about his content, I'm literally begging 😭

[angelsnkisses]

nsfw headcanons - tyler <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

A/N: i haven't actually finished the show, but it's good so far :). definitely a little.. questionable at times, but all good shows are, right? 😭 also idk why my replies are off but it's driving me insane

warnings: softdom!tyler, sub!fem!reader, breeding kink, dubcon, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy

• no cause this show is WILD, but, disregarding that... can we talk about how tyler definitely has a huge breeding kink? there's no doubt about it.

• hear me out, he fucks you good, like gripping the sheets and seeing stars type of good. so good, in fact, that you're too dumbed out to use your critical thinking skills to make rational decisions in the moment. and as fucked as it is, he uses it to his advantage.

• he'll turn on that loving, gentle voice of his and start rubbing your clit to get your brain all foggy, hitting that divine spot inside you over and over again and turning your brain into susceptible mush.

"there you go, so good for me.. you gonna let me fill you up tonight?"

• he asks so casually, and smiles knowingly when you get all flustered and start shaking your head. he'll lean down and coo quiet pleads and praises at you, his silky voice working hard to convince you to do as he pleases.

"no? it'll feel so good, you wanna feel good?"

"come on, do it for me.. it would make me so happy."

• he knows it's wrong, but the satisfaction that washes over him when you finally whimper out a quiet 'yes' is unreal.

• aside from his tendency to manipulate your frangible little mind, he has other.. interests, if you will. one of those particular interests is overstimulating you until you can't even breathe properly.

• he'll pound you relentlessly, coaxing you through orgasm after orgasm until you're sobbing under him. best believe he has a touch of dacryphilia, because he fucks you even harder when he sees tears stream down your cheeks.

"shhh, just a few more for me. aw, don't cry, baby.. i know, it's okay."

"you don't wanna cum? you were begging for it just a little while ago.."

• after maybe 5 or 6 orgasms, he'll finally stop. not because he needs to, but because you do. he doesn't wanna completely destroy you (though part of him is intrigued to see just how much you can really take).

"you still in there? aw, you poor thing. fucked you dumb, didn't i?"

• he'll pull out slowly, taking his time to watch all his cum spill out of your spent, puffy cunt. you jerk and whine when he pushes it back in with his fingers, shushing you soothingly.

• he'll eventually leave your tortured sex alone, instead focusing on making you feel better. he'll clean you up, or have you lay on his chest so he can rub your back. he'll mumble an occasional praise, his mood elevated at the idea of you finally getting pregnant.

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A/N: i don't think i've really posted anything like this, i'm nervous 😭. regardless, i hope you enjoyed! sorry it's short :3.

[lustkillers]

BON APPÉTIT, BABY !

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - having someone complain about his food was the tip of the iceberg, thank god you're there, right?

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ you guessed it, nsfw!! dom!tyler, sub!reader. unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, praising, bondage, choking?? hair-pulling, overstimulation, orgasm delay, crying, freaky deaky stuff!! ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - tyler x fem!reader.

⊹₊ ⋆ note - RAURF ARF ARF ARF ARF RAUHFDOAH WOOF WOOF WOOF!!! YES CHEF YES CHEF!!! this has been sitting in my drafts forever, so here u go!! i also wanna start writing for him more, someone please request more of tyler!!!!

WAS it him? No one really complained about his cooking, everything he heard from people's mouths were praise for his delicious food.

Maybe today wasn't his day, as many people sent back their food. He watched as the plates were returned to him, the food untouched and barely eaten. This has never happened before.

As the day went on, he kept getting more unhappy looks from the customers and heard more murmurings about his food being bad. He was starting to become discouraged, and the more he thought about it, the worse he felt.

As his shift ended, he clocked out with concealed rage. He walked to his car and slammed the door shut as he got in. He pulled out his phone, his homescreen shining bright right in front of his eyes.

It was a photo of you attempting to cook something, with a pot in front of you and an apron slightly too big for you. You were making some kind of sauce, smiling wide as the camera clicked.

He put his phone away, his hands gripping on the wheel as he went home. He couldn't help but recall all the times you two had spent in the kitchen, cooking together. Suddenly, he was feeling a lot better - like maybe things weren't as bad as it seemed.

You hummed as you waited for Tyler to come back home, the aroma of the dinner you were preparing lingering in the air. When he arrived, you hugged him tight and welcomed him with a warm smile.

He didn't respond, his hands cupping your face as he brought you into a kiss. It was feverish, desperate. You were taken aback for a moment, but it felt so right.

You pulled away, knowing that something was up. "What's up, Ty?" You asked, eyebrows raised in concern.

He paused for a few seconds before he replied, "Just people complaining," he muttered. "'Don't care, jus' need you." His lips connected to yours again.

His hands traveled to your waist, dangerously low. You felt yourself pushing against him and you both fell back onto the couch. His hands explored your body, pushing through fabric and barriers. The heat between you both was palpable as his lips trailed down your neck.

You gasped out at the feeling, now eyeing the food on the table. "T-Ty... The food...!" you stuttered, not sure if you wanted to stop him.

He pulled away and looked down at you, his eyes full of lust and longing. "We can eat later," he said as his hands roughly pulled at your clothes. You felt the heat scorching through you as he embodied everything you had ever wanted.

Your clothes were all off, leaving you exposed. He looked you up and down before kissing every inch of your body, making you moan with pleasure. You felt yourself arching into him, wanting more and feeling the sensations course through your veins.

He pulled away from your body, his hands going to untie his signature blue bandana. He moved slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt yourself trembling - you knew where this was going.

The blue bandana was now tied around your wrists tightly, binding them together. He leaned in and kissed you deeply, his hands exploring your body as you felt yourself losing control. You were now completely at his mercy.

He took off his shirt, then fumbling with his pants. You heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and you felt your heart pounding in anticipation, your thighs squeezing together.

His hand opened your legs once again, leaning towards you for a kiss, his hands traveling up your pussy as he did. You almost cried out in pleasure, feeling electricity travel through your body. He smirked as he saw you quiver, knowing the effect he had on you.

You could only arch your back at the feeling, your hands growing tired of being binded together. He could feel your need for freedom, but he wasn't done with you yet.

His fingers enter your wet insides, lewd noises filling the air. They went at a hard, fast pace, the feeling making you want to close your legs, but his thigh kept your legs open.

He moved his finger faster and faster, increasing the pleasure and passion he was eliciting from within you. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge of climax, crying out; "C-Cumming!! M'gonna cum!!" You exclaimed.

He smirked, now removing his fingers from your pussy. "No, not yet," he said with a wicked grin on his face, which made you whine out. You wanted to cum so badly, going crazy from the pleasure.

He then untied the bandana from your wrists, now flipping you over, your ass up. He then pressed his cock against your entrance, pushing himself in. Your breath hitched as you felt him filling your insides with each thrust, the pleasure intensifying with each motion.

The bandana found itself around your throat, his hands holding on the two ends as he endlessly pounded into you. "Yeah, take it like a good girl..." He rasped out, his thrusts picking up pace.

You only let out strangled moans, the pleasure now too overwhelming. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your eyes rolling in ecstasy. "T-Ty... Please!"

His eyebrow cocked, "Please what? Beg for it, sweetheart," he said with a smirk, releasing the bandana from around your throat, his hand now gripping your hair.

You took in a deep breath, now looking up at him with lust-filled eyes; "Please, please, please! Lemme cum!" You rasped out.

He only smiled, the pleasure of your pleas evident in his face. He grabbed onto your hips, flipping you over onto your back, each thrust now sending you closer and closer to the edge. You didn't care anymore, crying out as you came undone.

Tyler wasn't done though, his hips rutting into your puffed out pussy. The sensation overwhelmed your senses, tears slipping out your eyes. You held onto his biceps, your face contorting with pleasure.

"S-Shit, Ty! S'too much! C-Cumming!" Your legs shook once again, clenching down on his cock. Your sweat beading off your forehead as you cried out once again in pleasure, your eyes blissed out.

Tyler growled out, now thrusting into you roughly. You could feel him getting close too, "F-Fuck..." His thrusts grew erratic, his breathing shallow. He finally spilled himself into you, holding onto your hips as he rode out the aftershocks.

His hips still rutted into your own as he groaned in pleasure; "That's it sweetheart... Take it all..." You felt both of your hearts beating, in sync.

He held onto you, your bodies sticky against each other from the sweat. He finally pulled out, exhaling deeply. However, you tried to crawl out his heavy arms, but to no use, failed.

"Hey," Tyler's voice was thick with emotion, "Where are you going?". You froze in his arms, not sure what to say. He kissed your shoulder softly. "I'm not letting you go that easily." He said, tightening his grip.

"The food, Ty. It's probably cold now..." You whispered, feeling slightly disappointed that all your hard-work was now cold.

He hummed, looking at the food and then back at you. "Thought all of this was dinner?" He smirked, corny.

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to answer. He chuckled lightly, releasing you from his grip and leaned in to give you a peck on the lips. "Let's eat, again." He said.

God you couldn't ask for a better boyfriend.

[greenxgloss]

Meet Cute -2-

Taglist: @nevvdrinksteaa @romanroyapoligist @444rockstargf @wildathevrt @urmomsucksfrogs @hxllhxund @xxbl00d-cl0txx @lucidfever @teamokirkhammett @kappasbbgirl @jasperthefriendlyghostt

“oh? Little Miss Troubled Home wants me to save her again?”

contents: suggestive language, underage drinking, angst, fluff

Tonight you were glued to your bedroom window, unsure when to call Clyde. usually, the boy has to think about this. maybe that’s why they’d take so long sometimes, you thought, remembering all those times your girlfriends would be sat, waiting by their phones for a boy to call. the more you contemplated the more you muffled out background noise, which included your phones ringing.

when you snapped out of it you answered the call. “party at my house tonight. you comin'?” your friend Myra spoke through the phone, her excitement bubbling. “oh absolutely.” you giggled.

myra was one of your few friends who stayed behind this summer while everyone else was off getting settled in their dorms and student housing or browsing college campuses. myra threw epic ragers every summer which included the occasional drunk girl puking into a vase or fern and some one-night stand taking place in the master bedroom. all the fixings for a night you’d definitely remember.

you quickly dressed up, sprayed your perfume and rushed down the stairs. “hey mom gonna be at Myra’s. don’t wait up for me.” you spoke as quickly as you rushed. “call me if you need anything.” she managed to get out, neglecting to look up from her old erotica, probably dreaming of Fabio inching his hands up her blouse. you cringed at the thought and stumbled out the front door as you got your second shoe on.

as you walked down the street to Myra’s you wondered if you should tell her about Clyde. then you spiralled into a black hole of thought, deciding what you thought of Clyde and if he was worth telling your friends about.

“Hey! Drinks in the kitchen. not everyone’s here yet.” Myra exclaimed as she embraced you at her front door. “been craving a shot for days. took a while for you to throw a party this summer.” you said to Myra as she led you to the kitchen, handed you a beer and began pouring you a shot. “oh yeah parents had stuff to do before they left for the month.” she recounted as you cracked the can open. “anything new for you yet? summer's been in session for a week. something's had to have happened.” she speculated as she poured her own shot. “I swear you only ask me that when something is new.” you giggled as you cheered your shot glasses and downed your liquid courage.

“a mother knows, y/n.” she joked, not even wincing. you decided this year you were going to do better on your grades even though you wouldn’t dare set foot on a post-secondary campus. just to prove to your parents… well you don’t know what you were proving but you do know that the self-discipline you mastered in the last 10 months saved you from alcoholism so you won’t regret it at all. “I was at the skate park the other day and I maybe met a boy.” you smiled, walking away to leave Myra chasing after you. "no fucking way?” she just about screamed. “yup and I slept over at his house.” you giggled as you walked into Myra’s room and sat on her bed.

“you had sex?! Is this about your whole revelation?” she gasped leading you to roll your eyes. “no that’s the best part. he was sweet and I told him I didn’t want to go home so we just talked until we fell asleep.” you explained the night you’d spent at Clyde’s. Myra's expression said it all, absolute joy plastered on her face. “oh I know his dick is big.” she said, nudging your shoulder, both of you almost spilling your drinks. “Myra!!” you scolded. “the point is that it wasn’t sexual. it wasn’t even romantic. we were just there. I don’t know it might be too soon to tell but I think I like him.” you told her as you laid back on her bed. “wow. y/n liking someone. never thought I’d see the day.” she joked.

Throughout high school, you were stuck on the notion that boys were gross. and they were, but you realized at some point, between prom and graduation, that it was just the boys at your school that were gross. you were eager to escape the unhygienic and stinky boy funk that was the male population at your high school and you finally let yourself be open to the idea of dates, flowers, and kisses. but for some reason now that you’ve allowed yourself to become available guys stopped asking you out. there was a drought and you were disappointed.

“sooo tell me more about this mystery boy.” Myra begged and this alone worked you up. “he’s gorgeous. long dark hair, light eyes, typical skater apparel, band manager with his own apartment THE WHOLE NINE, MYRA.” you gushed thinking about Clyde, shaking Myra by her shoulders. “band manager?! where'd you find this guy?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Right!?” you giggled. "what was it like? how’d you end up in his apartment?” she quizzed you, indulging in your excitement about this boy.

you began telling Myra all about Clyde, minding every detail. "I just don't know when to call." you scoffed at your indecisiveness. “I guess when it feels right. when you need him around, you'll know. wait till it feels natural y'know?” she coached you. you’d never gotten serious with a boy, partly because you've never liked a boy but you do like Clyde. watching every '90s romcom growing up made you feel like something was wrong with you because you'd never had feelings for anyone. but boy did you love those movies.

“All right I need another drink.” Myra laughed as she stood off her bed, returning to the kitchen. “oh!! you have Malibu?” you exclaimed as you poured yourself another shot and downed it. before you could put your shot glass down someone bumped into you and spilled their entire drink all over your top. you gasped loudly before they could begin to apologize. “fuck I’m so sorry!” he squealed in embarrassment as he handed you a rag. “it’s okay don’t stress.” you sighed, dabbing your clothes as dry as you could though your shirt had soaked the alcohol up.

“do you want a change of clothes?” Myra asked, sympathetically as you walked off, now with water to drink. you felt defeated and tired like this was karma for some odd reason. “no, I think this is my queue to leave.” you answered, causing worry to spill over Myra’s face. “what? but you always sleep over after my parties.” she cried out. Still, you shrugged. “yeah that was because I didn’t want my mom to give me shit for being drunk.” you began as you continued drying yourself off. “what and she’s not gonna give you shit now?” she asked as you both walked into her bathroom. she sat up on the counter and you looked up at her. “I can stay over another time if that’s what you’re worried about.” you giggled. “my mom is laying off now that I’m 18 so it’s all good there. I’ll sit out in your room for a while so she doesn’t ask why I’m back so soon.” you comprised, hoping she’d calm down.

you both smiled at each other in silence before Myra began laughing. “Fine! Fine!” she rolled her eyes. “but you’re coming back tomorrow.” she begged, getting ahold of both your hands and squeezing them. “okay alright I’ll be here tomorrow afternoon.” you assured her as you began washing your hands and finally walked out to her room.

once Myra went out to host her now full house you pulled out your phone and called Clyde. “hey I’ve been waiting for your call.” he spoke. you could swear his smile was audible. “oh you miss me?” you giggled, now subconsciously playing with your hair. “could be, who knows.” he spoke, vague but obvious. “so what’s up?” he asked, his excitement settling. “well I’m at a party and someone spilled their drink all over me and I’m just kind of bummed out, bored sitting in my friend's room.” you caught him up on the events that just transpired. “that blows.” he laughed. “are you laughing at me?” you jokingly scolded. “what?! no, I could never!” he defended himself as you began laughing along with him. “anyway I kinda don’t want to go home..” you dragged, hoping he would get the hint and come pick you up.

you were now picturing Clyde whisking you away and you giggled to yourself. “oh? little Miss Troubled Home wants me to save her again?” he joked and you let out the loudest laugh you ever have before. “unfortunately yeah.” you ran your hands through your hair. “okay I’ll be there as soon as I can.” he giggled and you both hung up.

and so you sat and waited, excited to see Clyde again. Myra walked in with another drink, stumbling through the door. “I think it might be time for you to lay off the alcohol.” you laughed as she sat down next to you. “yeah this is my last one and I’m going straight to bed.” she giggled, slurring her words. “listen, Clyde is picking me up. I’m gonna go to his house.” you informed the inebriated girl now sprawled across her bedroom floor. “mhm yeah use protection, my love.” she joked. you sighed and walked out to her front lawn to smoke a cigarette while you waited for Clyde to arrive.

"you smell like pink Whitney." Clyde laughed as you climbed into his car. "I tried rinsing off as much as I could." you whined, fastening your seatbelt. "you didn't rinse very well, smells like you bathed in it." he smiled, driving off. "fuck off." you joked.

“I um.. a few of my friends are back at my apartment.” he said, almost hesitantly. “oh I'm meeting your friends already?” you giggled, wondering why he had to tell you as if to warn you. “yeah it’s just that they’re a little intense.. like I can be too but just in case you’re not prepared for it uh they have like no filter.” he rambled. “Clyde it’s not a problem. I’m just your friend meeting your other friends right?” you giggled, still hoping he’d say otherwise. “okay, okay yeah. but you know, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” he smiled.

“I told my friend Myra about you.” you smiled. “oh? what she say? what did you tell her?” he asked. “I mean I told her how we met and about the movie theatre… all that.” you listed off. “so you had fun?” he asked, hopeful. “of course I did,” you whispered, looking over at him. you shared a smile, a warmth growing in his stomach. you had no idea but Clyde had butterflies.

“so tell me about the friends?” you begged as you motioned for Clyde to watch the road. he went on to tell you exactly what you asked for and it excited you, a smile tugging at your lips. you were thrilled to meet his friends, knowing you’d love them.

the both of you got out of the van and walked up to Clyde’s apartment. the smell of weed masked with cologne smuggled its way into your nose as the front door waved open.

“oh my god is this her?” A pretty, bleached blond exclaimed as she handed a joint over to who looked exactly like Johnny from the way Clyde described. “the one and only!” you joked. “please don’t embarrass me,” Clyde begged as he closed the door behind him. “Clyde talks about you all the time. thought you were ghosting him before you called earlier.” snow spoke, bubbly as she put the roach out, coughing as she exhaled. “oh so he missed me.” you said as you turned to look at Clyde whose face was flushed in pure embarrassment. he rolled his eyes and walked over to his room.

you followed Clyde into his room and closed the door. “I’m so gonna love them.” you cheered quietly and reached for the hem of your shirt to take it off. “Woah woah hold on let me get out.” Clyde tried to stop you, earning a face of confusion. “Clyde... please just give me some clothes, i stink like Heineken.” you joked as you continued to pull your shirt off. clyde swallowed hard, flustered as ever and tossed you a shirt. “oh here, a pair of jeans. I think you could pull these off.” he smiled. clyde was not being serious, he definitely thought he was making a clever joke when he gave you his jeans.

“wow my ass looks amazing in these.” you gushed as you looked back at yourself through Clyde’s mirror. “you are not wrong,” Clyde spoke thinking out loud. you laughed at him as you tied the shirt around your waist and tightened the belt on Clyde’s jeans.

the both of you walked out of his room, Clyde’s eyes never leaving your ass. “Fancy a smoke?” Johnny asked, his voice groggy as yours in the morning. clyde sat down next to Johnny. “not tonight. not that kind of smoke anyway.” you smiled as you followed suit and sat next to the quiet girl. “oh don’t tell me you don’t smoke weed?” he asked, defeat fighting its way out. “I mean I have but it’s not really my thing.” you were definitely lying. you just happened to admit private thoughts when you’re stoned. “I stick to nicotine.” you waved around your pack. "lame!" Johnny groaned out causing you all to laugh. "I'll smoke with you eventually." you smiled. "that'll do." Johnny nodded.

the five of you began your small talk before you dove into substantial conversation, cracking jokes here and there, vaguely teasing Clyde and enjoying yourself completely. “where were you tonight? we heard your call with Clyde earlier.” snow asked, making you blush, knowing they'd tease you.

soon snow and Lola fell asleep and only you and the boys stayed awake, unable to fall asleep on the uncomfortable mattress in the middle of Clyde's living room... “I’m gonna head to bed.” Johnny picking up on the tension between you and Clyde treaded into his room. “they were great. not a moment of awkward silence.” you smiled as you giggled at Johnny's exit. “I’m glad you both liked each other.” he smiled.

“I’m so beat.” you yawned, undoing your belt and slumping over on Clyde’s shoulder. “sleep then?” he asked, looking down at you. you nodded and both retreated into his room. "it's okay that I do this right? it's okay that I come over when I don't want to be home?" you asked, a sudden feeling of being a burden creeping up on you. "if it wasn't okay I would have told you I was busy tonight or something... or I don't know, I wouldn't have offered you clothes." he giggled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder for a side hug.

you and Clyde both changed into sweats and crawled into his bed. "you are too by the way." Clyde spoke, lying adjacent to you. "huh?" you muttered. "you're pretty too." he smiled.

“how was that party?” he asked you. “I was really excited to go, i wanted to occupy myself but, I don’t know, I don’t think I was really in the mood for a party.” you admit to him. “that’s okay you can always call me when you’re in a jam.” he smiled, speaking softly. you held his hand. "Could have been worse, could have been puke instead of pink Whitney." he giggled.

“I think I’m due for an existential panic.” you giggled as your eyes watered. “what do you mean what’s wrong?!” he subconsciously rubbed his thumb over your hand with concern,

“I’m 18 and I have no idea what I want to do with my life.” you continued giggling as your tears rolled down your face. “I just... I think the party reminded me of that. Myra likes staying back and throwing parties and, you know, living her life that way but I don’t have my thing. that’s her thing, parties, edge… she’ll be happy to live in a studio and throw her parties out of her own home while working at a magazine.” you spoke, wiping the tears from your puffy face. “you know it’s okay to feel lost sometimes. everyone moves at their own pace. you can travel or start your own business or something.” he laughed, pulling you closer and pressing your head into his chest. “I guess but I just like knowing. I like being sure of myself.” your breath slowing down. “sometimes you can’t know.”

Meet Cute Masterlist

[nightpixxie]

i’d let him gaslight me. i’d be delusional af .

[roryrealm]

Yes I do Tyler…yes I do.

Tag: @starry-eyed-wild-child

[3m0li0tt]

yooo kinda new here (not really, but this account sure is new), and I'm really falling back into my rory culkin obsession, so it's time to write some fanfics

since there are way too many rory characters, i decided to ask the all-knowing wheel of fortune who I should start with, and its answer was Samuel Lafferty, but I'd love to know what the masses think!

(I'm probably gonna add Clay Roach cuz I still haven't finished all the eps he's in, but for now, I'm not really vibing with him ngl)

[ithinkitstimetonap]

surprise danny too 🫶

((also i’ve updated a LOT of them too))

[ultr6violnce]

petition for tyler to recreate the drake video. c'monnn u know u want tooooo 🙏🙏js swing that big glow stick around!!!

[truefant4sy]

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUTTT I NEED TO READ ABOUT THIS.. dom charlie walker fucking you with the ghostface costume on AND a bit of a knife kink yknow?? and he goes absolutely feral and crazy with it🙏🤭🤭 PLEASEE it drives me crazy

YES YES YES. AND ITS SO SO SO NASTY.

His cum is just dripping out of you with every single thrust because hes fucked u so many times that it jusy drips. OH LORD and ur just so so overstimulated and all u want is a kiss but he WONT TAKE THE MASK OFF. so even thru ur patheic little whimpers and whines hes just just ignoring ur need for kisses like a meanie :(. AND THE WHOLE TIME U CANT EVEN TURN BACK TO KISS HIM bc he has a fucking knife to ur throat and if u move it WILL cut u AND THE WHOLE TIME hes just grunting and whining in your ear as your soul leaves the damn planet bc how deep deep deep his dick is inside of you🤗

(THIS WILL BE A ACTUAL POST BABES THIS IS JUST A PREVIEW) 😛😛😛

[luzclarita57]

[hollywocd]

annasophia robb like/reblog to support my work

[lustkillers]

ur tyler fics drive me INSANE. like omg first of all, i know he has a breeding kink. he says the NASTIEST SHIT. second, i NEED his alien dick. AND THIRD, he cooks for u as a form of aftercare. just something small. 😞 ANYWAYS THOSE R ALL THE THOUGHTS I HAVE TO SHARE TODAY.

FIRST OF ALL, THANK U ☺️

SECOND OF ALL…

i imagine tyler genuinely having a monster cock that splits you in half. he’s one of, if not, the freakiest rory character in the books ☺️ he says the most nastiest shit as he’s rutting into you probably bruising ur insides !!

i genuinely think that tyler “raging monster cock” unknown last name is cumming BUCKETS. IM TALKING BUCKETS of load in you… and while he kinda lets u cool down after filling u, he’s just cooking a little smth ☺️ whiles he’s cookin, ur insides r cooking a DAMN ALIEN 😊

lastly i’d also like to think two things:

1. he uses his little blue chef bandana while hes fucking into u, like as a restraint and what not

2. a little weird to say, but since i think the alien allegations r true, i would think he would speak in his mother tongue as he fucks into u like: “bleep blorp beep bop” LAMOOOOOSOPAPAPAPAOAPAOAOOP

anyway! i just finished doing an essay so obviously im losing it ☺️

[clubgh0stgirlz3000]

Who was gonna tell me Columbus takes place in my state? Like yeah none of you knew where i lived but you should’ve used your psychic abilities people cmon 🙄 Heard it’s boring asf but he can’t cut his hair like that and expect me not to watch everything he filmed before it grew out. Also definitely starting the expecting cause the chef outfit makes me WET.