#and just in case it wasnt clear enough they way they work sucks ass

[alerraia]

can i just say, from the bottom of my heart: i hate the undying. they suck. i know that's the point and their narrative purpose is to reinforce the overall disagreement with clive's independent/self-sacrificing way of doing things but like all that aside wow they rubbed me the COMPLETE wrong direction

[emmys-writing]

Ballerina

Pairing- Hotchner x Reid

Warnings- bottom spencer, explicit content, dom hotch, sir kink, small cock spencer, this is unedited, hotch is kind of a dick but not really, short spencer, ballerina spence, jack is in ballet <3, degradation

When the class of 6 year olds finally was rounded up and cleared out of the studio by stressed and exhausted parents, Spencer sighed in relief. The last kid was picked up 20 minutes late and of course it was inconvenient but Spencer loved these kids. They always had bright happy smiles on their faces and cute clumsy wobbles as they tried to balance on the bar the way Spencer did. Spencer smiled softly and hummed to himself, grabbing the loose pieces of garbage that occasionally littered the floor. It wasn’t until he heard a throat being cleared that he jumped with a small yelp and looked towards the door where the noise came from. 

Aaron Hotchner, Jack's father who rarely showed up to their rehearsals, stood there with his arms crossed and his normal stern facial expression on. As much as Spencer wanted to remain professional, he couldn’t help but notice how handsome the older gentleman was. He wore a gray suit that although slightly unfitted, still fit the broad and muscled shoulders and Spencer hated to admit it but this man was definitely a weakness of his. He was arrogant at times and not one for joking around, if he did show up he didn’t stay to chat either. He just grabbed Jack and left. 

“Sorry Mr. Hotchner, I didn't see you there!” Spencer blushed and connected his own hands behind his back in a shy manner. Aaron just nodded. 

“I’m here to pick up jack” Straight to the point. 

“O-Oh… Jessica actually already picked him up. I’m sorry sir, i would’ve phoned you if i knew you planned on picking him up” He explained, walking closer and flashing an apologetic smile. Normally if this was any other parent he would roll his eyes at the bad planning but Mr Hotchner was different. Spencer saw this as an opportunity to get to know the man who he’s been ogling for more than a year. 

“You look tired, do you want to stay for a coffee? I already have some brewing and I have lots of sugar and cream” The younger one offered. Aaron surprisingly took him up on that offer as well. 

It had been a long case and he just got off the jet, coming straight to the ballet studio afterwards. So what if he found his son's instructor a bit attractive? coffee wouldn’t be so bad, he thought. It’s not like he would end up bending him over and- no. He mentally smacked himself for being so perverted towards the man in front of him. He was small, maybe 5’6 or 5’7 at most, had a slender frame as well as the most adorable smile and soft looking hair that he would love to reach out and touch. Aaron took a step towards the stack of plastic chairs and took one, placing it down on the ground. He took a seat while Spencer made his way towards the coffee pot. 

“I take it black” Hotch told him and watched the ballerina as he smiled at him and poured the bitter liquid in the plain white mug. Hotch took the opportunity to admire the young body when Spencer was turned around. Hotch knew it was wrong, the boy was just so sexy without even trying. The thin black tights hugged his thighs just right and the little skirt he wore flared out around his small waist, accentuating the round of his ass. Hotch felt the front of his pants tightening, his chest tightened and he felt himself getting warm. Spencer turned back around forcing hotch to immediately struggle to tear his eyes away. Spencer noticed though. He saw the lustful glances and tent in his pants, it gave him an amazing opportunity. After Spencer handed Aaron the cup he looked up at him with the same lust filled eyes. 

“Do you mind if I work on some of my stretches?” Spencer asked while internally smirking. 

“No, go ahead” He took a slow sip from the cup and leaned back in the small, plastic chair. 

Spencer went to the bar and lifted his leg up, he did it a few more times before huffing and looking over at the other presence in the room. 

“I need a little bit of help, could you?” He blushed and looked down at his ballet shoes. Hotch couldn’t say no, he knew that Spencer would feel the bulge but he was hoping to play it off as just having a big dick, which technically wasn't a lie either. Aaron got up from the small plastic chair and stood behind Spencer, he lightly placed his hands on the younger man's bony hips and bit his lip gently. Spencer was perfect in every way. Spencer lifted his leg up once more but not without pushing his behind against Hotch's groin. Hotch struggled to keep in a groan but successfully was able to, this didn't stop the other man though. He continued to push up against him and made small groaning noises as he stretched despite not actually needing to make noise. The thing that finally broke hotch was when Spencer bent over and the thin tights truly lived up to their name. The tights were slightly see through in the lighting and position he was in, this caused hotch to groan and place a hand over his crotch through his dress pants, cupping it lightly in hopes he could conceal it even just a little bit. He couldn't. Spencer turned around at the noise and smiled cheekily. 

“Something wrong Mr. Hotchner?” Spencer leaned against the wall and looked up at him. 

“Nope, just keep doing what you were doing”

“Oh really? Because I think that I...” He trailed off while reaching out and placing his hand over Hotchs, feeling his erection go slightly stiffer at the contact. “...Am making you hard”

Hotch didn't know how to respond to that but he kept his straight and tall, intimidating posture to make sure Spencer knew he had no control over him. 

“Am I making you hard sir?” Spencer asked innocently and looked up with big brown eyes. That was all it took for Hotch to grab Spencer's waist and push him into the wall further. Spencer giggled and tangled his fingers in the taller man's hair.

“You're such a little slut you know that?” Hotch chuckled darkly as Spencer nodded in response. Something in the older man's demeanor changed and he was no longer the stern father who made minimal small talk. He was now the Sexy, dominating, strong man who had his son's ballet teacher pressed against the studio wall and degrading him. They both loved it. 

“Answer me” Hotch said harshly and used one hand to grab hold of Spencer's jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Y-Yes sir, i'm a little slut” He whimpered.

“Good girl” He smirked and Spencer swore that he melted at the nickname. Hotch looked down between their bodies and furrowed his brows, Spencer didn't have a visible erection and it confused him slightly. Surely if he wanted this he would be hard, and especially noticeable if he's in tights? 

“Spencer, are you sure you want this?” He asked, concerned. 

“I- yes why?” Spencer looked up at him confused.

“Well- I erm… You are not visibly hard so I wanna make sure you don't feel pressured.” Spencer blushed furiously in embarrassment and gulped.

“I'm just on the smaller side…” He whispered but it was loud enough for Hotch to catch. He groaned softly and reached down to Spencer's hips, flipping him to face towards the mirrored walls.

“Is that so baby?”

“Yes sir…” Spencer surprised himself when he felt his face get warmer than before because he was pretty sure it was almost impossible. Hotch placed his hand under Spencer's chin, forcing him to look at himself in the mirror. It was embarrassing how easily he fell apart. Aaron kissed and sucked and nipped at Spencer's pale neck, leaving behind dark marks that would definitely be difficult to cover up before his next class. Aaron brought his hands down to Spencer's ass and grabbed the thin fabric of tights and underwear before ripping a hole in the back of it, the tights were easily ripped up the front as well though leaving the man's small, pretty pink cock and hole on display for the other man. 

“Oh, so cute and small, darling. Like a little clit” Spencer whined and leaned forward to place his forehead on the mirror but quickly corrected by Aaron who laid a harsh and loud, echoing slap to his bare behind. 

“Don't hide, I want to have you watch me make you fall apart. I'm going to break you into nothing but a whimpering and whiny mess” Spencer just nodded, he was at a loss for words and had no idea how to reply. Hotch brought one hand to Spencer's mouth, Spencer gladly took the long and thick fingers into his mouth, sucking for a good amount of time before pulling off and looking into Hotch's eyes through the mirror. 

“I-I have a small bottle of lube in my bag” He didn't have any shame at this point, all he wanted was to have Aarons cock filling his ass. Aaron went to the side and looked through the dance bag, smirking at the spare pair of clothes and thongs to reduce the panty lines when wearing tights. It wasn't long before he found the bottle and quickly went back to Spencer who eagerly pushed his ass out. 

“Patience, you may be a slut but you can wait” he chastised and chuckled darkly before spitting on his hole before placing a generous amount of lube. Hotch added two fingers immediately and Spencer cried out at the burn he felt, it was a good burn though… It became a mix of pain and pleasure so it wasnt long before Spencer began fucking himself onto the older mans fingers. Soon enough he had four fingers fucking into him but it didnt last long because Hotch pulled them out and placed the tip of his cock at his entrance.

“Beg.”

“Sir please!” He cried, tears almost forming in his eyes from desperation. Hotch seemed to take pity on poor Spencer luckily. The tip of Hotch's cock was pushed into the desperate and greedy hole before slowly sinking in more until he bottomed out. 

“Such a good hole for me aren't you? My little slut, little cockslut…” Hotch groaned and gripped Spencer's hips tightly. 

“Yes sir, i'm your little cockslut!” He whimpered and threw his head back. A few slow thrusts were made, slowly building up in pace and roughness until Spencer was a whimpering and moaning mess beneath the older gentleman. Hotch reached forward and grabbed ahold of Spencer's little cocklet, rubbing at the tip and watching Spencer's facial reactions through the mirror.

“S-Sir im gonna-”

“No.” He whined and looked up at Hotch, clawing at the bar in front of him.

“Such a cute little cocklet huh? Do you like it when I rub it like a clit?” 

“Yes sir, p-please i-i need to”

“Shh.. it's okay. Just a little bit longer okay? Hold on for me” 

Another few minutes go by of Hotch jack hammering into Spencer before he looks into Spencer's eyes through the mirror and he gives him verbal confirmation to cum. 

“Cum with me” is all it took for Spencer to let go and cum all over the mirror, clenching his hole around the hard cock inside of him to milk him as well. He felt hotch's cum fill him up to the brim and when he pulled out, the bit of remaining cum spilled out of him and down his thighs. 

When both of them catch their breaths and steady themselves, Hotch grabs a thong from Spencer's bag and cleans up the cum falling down his thighs but leaves the cum inside of him. 

“I’ll see you next class” Hotch smirked and slapped Spencer's ass before grabbing his cup of coffee, downing the rest of it and walking out the door. 

[oriigirii]

💞 MC is a Genshin Simp 💞

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{ AN: Omg! This is my first ask so thank you anon (๑ↀᆺↀ๑)/!! This is such a vibe too haha, I hope you like it! } Warnings: None [Maybe Refs and Chars you wont get if you dont play Genshin Impact] * Probably a bit OOC too *

Reader: Gender-Neutral [Default]

( ⓛ ω ⓛ *)

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< Genshin Impact was a game that took the human realm by storm, with its open-world gameplay, its competitive PvE and aesthatic settings, it was truly something that captured you the moment the beta was announced. Although, as with any Gacha games, you weren’t only attracted to the world and its setting.

No no.

The characters were truly the main eye candy of the game. You’d been worried that when you had been sucked into Devildom, you wouldn’t be able to access the game due to, yknow, realm differences, but luckily that wasn’t the case thanks to Levi, and hence why the moment it dropped, you had been spending your life savings simping for characters on every banner.

Yknow theres handsome bois in devildom too... Theyre just kinda waiting for you to put your game down for a moment and kinda notice em ～((Φ◇Φ)‡ >

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ฅ⁽͑ ˚̀ ˙̭ ˚́ ⁾̉ฅ Lucifer

He usually doesn’t mind you playing games

Although, He would’ve preferred if you didn’t cause you kinda need to focus on your studies yknow?

But hey he’s not stopping you

Usually you would stay with him as he works, but he can’t seem to focus with you constantly begging beside him

Small little ‘please’ would be heard every now and then, and a sudden look of disappointment would show on your face.

He tried to ignore it, even giving little cues for you to quiet down, like clearing his throat

You didnt seem to pick up the hint though

He was just about to ask you what you were doing in the first place that has you praying beside him (which is hella rude) but your scream of happiness has him a little more irked and kinda taken back

“LUCIFER! I GOT HIM! LOOK LOOK I GOT HIM!”

You show him the screen showing your pull results

The character held a giant claymore with bright red hair

Before he can get another word in, you snatch your phone back and just sigh as if youd just had a heavenly (ironic) experience and mumble

“I seriously love him, Im so happy...”

Bro same though, Diluc pls come home

You were truly one of a kind, because youve just managed to break the Avatar of Pride’s... well.... Pride.

Did he just get cucked by a man in a video game?

Truly outrageous.

He seems to scoff and holds back a bit of an eye roll as he tries to focus back on his work

But boy oh boy, his salt is high

“If you are going to be causing a ruckus MC, May i suggest you doing it with Levi instead, I have no time for such games. I dont see why youre so caught up in such a character anyways, he looks quite basic.”

His words were sharp, and that was enough to shake you out of your fangirl/boy mode.

You were literally ready to fight the first born, a literal fucking fallen angel, for dissing Diluc like that

like

how dare

But then you notice how he seems to avoid your gaze and a small little red tint was on the tip of his ears.

Lucifer wouldve wanted to see you that happy with him, but no, a game character steals that spotlight.

Angey.

Instead of being intimidated by the sudden coldness, you giggle and finally close your phone and set it aside

You can continue celebrating and bragging about it later, for now, you wrap your arms around his arm and give him a small smooch on the cheek, which definitely makes him blush a tad bit

“Awww Luci dont be like that, Yknow I love you more”

Potential apocalypse has been diverted

But Lucifer does smile the smallest of smiles as he sighs, finding it silly to really get jealous over such a small thing and says

“I love you too, my dear... but you do have to make up for distracting me from my work...”

Well you kinda deserve it, so it wasnt long before both his work and your phone had been ditched

( After a while you do kinda see him quite similar to Diluc and it just makes you smile everytime you think about it, seems you have a thing for the strict cold men huh?)

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Σ(‘◉⌓◉’) Mammon

Why you simping for a fictional character when you already have him?!

He’s your first man!

Your homie!

“Yeah well hes my first 5* so can you blame me?”

S A D N E S S

But for real, this man is just so clingy

He has heard from Levi that you were playing a new game from the human world, and of course, he had wanted to see what it was about by watching you play.

But since it was quite grind-heavy gacha game, he grew a bit bored and asked you to come with him to hang out somewhere else, or even go to the casino and gamble his money away cause he just got goldie back

But no matter what he suggests, you were just so focused on your grinding.

He’d prefer a different kinda grinding right about now with how lonely he is, ya feel me?

But no, you still werent interested.

“Oi! Cmon MC, whats even so important about this?”

“I already told you Mammon, Im grinding for primogems from the event! Theyre gonna be gone soon and I just HAVE to get them! Ugh I swear to Diavolo, if I dont, Imma cry! I didnt get him on their first banner too... ugh!”

Wait no--

Cmon he doesnt want you to cry!

Mammon kinda stays silent for a bit as he watches you struggle to fight the monsters with your low level team, frustration growing on your face.

But as you finish, Mammon seems to snatch your phone

“Hey! whats the big deal Mammon?!”

“Shut up and show me where the store is geez”

Mammon’s demands kinda surprises you and you raise an eyebrow at him, but you do show where it was, and sit back for a while as Mammon just fiddles around with it. You werent sure what he was doing honestly, was he interested? Did you say anything that made him act this way? All you talked about the game was the gacha system so--

oh…

OH

“Mammon! Wait you dont have to---”

“There! I got you as much primo things, or whatever theyre called”

He already has tossed you your phone back and he crossed his arms, looking away as the red blush covers most of his cheeks.

You look at your phone and you honestly felt your heart speed up and stop at the same time at the amount of primos on your account, it was enough for a full 180 pull! If you dont get the limited character on the first 50-50, you have another shot!

You felt your own heart speed up and your face burn so hard, but you do mumble him a quick “But... But why though?”

“Cuz! If you start cryin’ Lucifer’s gonna beat my ass! Dont think I did it for you, you human! I just dont want him taking away Goldie again!”

“But I thought this was your gambling money, isnt it?”

“w-well!... I mean... Hmph.. Gachas kinda like gambling right?, I know Lucifers gonna hang me if he catches me in the casino again anyways, so I thought I might as well just do this... with you...or whatever...” Hes dying, help

But so are you!

Hes too fucking cute and you just glomp him and just hug him as tight as you can!!

Flusterred boi 100

But you do spend you afternoon on his lap, both of you rolling the full 180 in excitement, whether you get that boi/gal you simped for on the banner or not, you still were happy to spend some time with Mammon

He doesnt mind losing a bit of cash for you

but you do promise to pay him back (maybe with a few kissy)

But to be honest, Gacha probably will help him with his gambling addiction...

kinda...

He doesnt go to casinos anymore but he does whale with you now

Lucifer has such a mix feeling with these results.

But he still confiscates Goldie and your card on the end, yall need to chill.

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ヽ(。_°)ノ Leviathan

He probably wasn’t even interested on the game at first

He already has enough games to play, and it just looks like another rip off of some other game he saw not too long ago with that elf looking guy

But when you came to him asking for his help to get the game, you bet your ass that he felt a switch click

Suddenly it was incredibly interesting!

You do share your interests to him almost immediately

By interests, of course i mean the peeps you simp for

The sexy ara ara in the library of mondstat, the pirate looking ass of the guards, the pirate looking ass’s brother thats a wine owner and still highkey reminds you of Lucifer, the demon slayer--- You were actually unsure if you should talk about Xiao but hey hes cool

You explain it all!

From their lore to their voice lines and whatever

But honestly what do you expect from the Avatar of Envy?

Of course hes gonna be a bit jealous! He cant compare to any of these characters! Hes not as witty as that eye patch man, hes not as sophisticated as that red head, hes not as flirty as that ara ara either!

As you go on, you notice that Levi was kinda... half listening....

It made you pout, but then, it made you worried

Uh-oh you know that look

its that, ‘im overthinking’ look

So to snap him out of it, you kinda grab his face as gently as you can

“Need Grimm for your thoughts?”

He flushes and he immediately looks away, but you usher him to look at you as you coo and ask him whats wrong

It takes a bit till he kinda explains to you how hes feeling

In your relationship, you both were practicing being more open with each other, hence why you were proud of Levi for saying it

but you did feel kinda sad and frowned as he finishes explaining

“You... feel jealous?”

“Ugh d-dont say it out loud normie....”

He covers his face with his arm and you just cant help but shake your head with a fond smile, but you do need to address this and comfort him.

“Levi... when you fanboy about Ruri chan, did you ever think she was better than me?”

Your question made him frown and look at you in absolute worry

Did you actually think that you were below Ruri chan?

Of course hes an absolute simp for Ruri but.. cmon

Now that he thinks about it, he does talk about her a lot doesnt he? oh no...

“MC O-Of course not! I love Ruri chan yes, but you... I... I Love... you more...” Levi exe do be dying

But you smile at his response and gently kisses his cheek

“I think thats sweet Levi... But thats how I am too... Youre still better than any of these characters, youre real and they arent, youre mine and I am yours~ Youre my personal 5 star!” You wink at him and Levi just dips

his heart couldnt handle the cuteness and he died, ladies and gentlemen

but for real he did pass out

Must be from all the blood on his head from the blush

But ah, he does get it, and after being showered with love from you, He kinda slowly got over his jealousy

its not immediate but with simple reassurances, you can manage to reel him in and have fun with you

He does end up enjoying the game cause he gets to spend time with you, and he gets to show off when events happen 

He also goes out of his way to memorize locations for materials for you, and when youre sick or busy, he pilots your account

true gamer

But ironically enough hed probably start simping for a character too and of course, you both start bonding over that, which just makes Levi absolutely happy

I wonder if hed simp for Barbara, she is an idol afterall like Ruri chan

Probably lowkey for now

Afterall she looks like a minor so-----

( I dunno i searched shes 16-18 lol )

But regardless, I can imagine you both just cosplaying each others fav characters too

Its a wack looking ship cosplay but yall just simp for each other cause of it, its pretty fun but the rest of the brothers just finds it hella weird

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I only have energy for these 3 as always, Im sorry! But i promise Ill do the rest!! I hope you guys do enjoy, and Id love some feedback on the characters personalities cause I know they can be a bit Ooc, But feel free to send me an ask! Im pretty open lol 〜(￣△￣〜)

[thenervousmedic]

I had a minecraft dream last night...

This is going to be a long post, but bear eith me, and take the time to read it.

I don't dream about minecraft very often. In fact this might be a first. I'm still in bed while writing this, as im afraid if I wait I'll lose a bunch of the memories.

It involved myself and a few members of the Dream SMP getting sucked into MC. Ironic, I know. Dream, George, Badboyhalo, Tecnoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, and myself. We all looked like our avatars... mostly, and even had some special skills i'll get into later.

To be clear, they were as they are in real life in terms of personality.

I've not watched the dream smp yet... maybe I should start soon. Anyway, side tracked...

The world worked differently than normal MC. It was more realistic, especially the combat and movement. Anything you can do irl you can do here. The drawback was that it made everything harder and more exhausting.

I was dragged in a month before the others, where over the next four weeks, I'd figure out how the lives system works; how difficult movement was; that crafting was nearly the same as normal mc; and how to build.

Five lives. There was a little tracker on the back of your hand, five squares for five lives. Each life you lost, a square would disappear. But it wasnt that simple. Every tine you died you'd feel the affects of the world more. Eating took longer, everything cost more and more realistic amounts of effort, and most importantly... taking damage would actually hurt.

On your first life damage was less of a danger and more of a 'stat' to just be aware of. Getting attacked, shot, exploded next to, ect wasn't too bad. But the more you died the more these things started to get scary. Arrows would tear their way in and ve painful to remove. You'd bleed and have actual wounds that needed care.

By the time the smp members were spawning in, I'd already been reduced to my last life. I was never good at minecraft, though im alright irl with a bow it didnt help much.

You spawn in unconcious. I'd lost my first life that way. I spawned above water. A painless drowning. I hadn't gone back to the ocean since, it scared the fuck out of me.

The first to arrive was Techno. I went back to spawn for the good sheep spawns there. Found him asleep in the grass. He was lucky no creepers had spawned.

Nearly everyone was bigger than me, I'm pretty small, so hauling this guys limp piglin ass all the way to my little safety shack was really hard.

Then Dream and George one after another. Badboy. Tommy... and finally Wilbur.

Wilbur was... a special case. He was a ghost. Just like his ghostbur skin had been. Fully awake, really freaking out. I was near collapsing from taking everyone else to my home, wasnt really much of a comfort, but I at least managed to convince him to come with me after the sun started to dip.

When we got back Wilbur helped me make beds. Couldn't have everyone sleeping propped up against the walls... Wilbur couldn't grab anything, but he could open and close chests. He also found out he could manafest things like his guitar, and a plushie orca. Things that made him a little less anxious. It was nice to hear music again.

I didnt get to talk to him long. We finished the beds, put everyone on one, then I immediatly konked the fuck out over the crafting table.

By the time I woke up, everyone was already awake and talking. The typical suspects. Why are we here, how, what happened, is this even real. You get the picture. I guess usually social anxiety, especially in the presence of people I admire so much, would've been a big stressor but after a month alone in this world I damn near started bawling at the thought of someone else even existing.

I told them all I know. We are stuck here, we have lives, dont fucking lose them it makes the game harder. The physics are just as janky as regular minecraft, mobs are much more articulated, armour actually has weight and at this point I wasnt aware of the little buffs everyone had to a particular skill.

Dream was incredibly good at exploiting the game's wonky system and parkouring, even of he couldnt nessesarily do it irl.

Techno was suddenly extremely knowledgeable about combat and could handle most weapons effectively. He was also a piglin-type guy which made him immune to fire.

George's coding skills translated directly into redstone knowledge, letting him build ridiculous machines with enough respources.

Tommy had incredible luck with loot and generally got good enchants.

And Bad was, thanks to his skin, some form of demonic entity and would be completely ignored by most hostile mobs.

Wilbur, as you know, was a ghost who could phase through anything and summon ghostly items.

We didn't find out everyone's special trait immediatly, of course. It happened over many days of trail and error trying to collect resources, build, and have fun.

Turns out my skill was useless by myself, hence why I never found it before they arrived. Anything I gave to another person was twice as effective. Healing items helped more, food would fill them on smaller portions, armour would get a free temporary enchant depending on what they needed.

I'd never liked playing minecraft alone.

I'm losing some of the dream, I shoukd wtite some bullet points down or this post will be miles long.

Tommy accidently befriended a wolf, he named it Wilbur to mess with Wilbur. We had two Wilburs.

Bad was constantly driven up the wall by peoples language but truly was using it as a coping mechanism early on because he was afraid of being stuck here forever. We made sure to swear occasionally so he'd get the oportunity to yell at us.

Techno lost his first life when a creeper blast threw him directly into Dream's sword.

Dream never got over it.

Wilbur started making more songs and even made a few targetted at the groups adventures.

Wilbur descovered if he goes into the floor he cant tell which was is up, this terrified him, he never went underground again.

George made automatic farms and eventually even non-minecraft typical things like a morning alarm clock, a compass that pointed to the nearest village, and invented new armour that was more lightweight but still protective.

Wilbur the wolf regularly barked at and mauled giant spiders before they got anywhere near the house, much to literally everyone's relief.

Bad learned how to read and write enchanting table symbols.

I taught Dream how to repair his clothes and in return he showed me how to build traps.

Techno learned he could talk hoglin, piglin, and villager.

Bad learned he could stare at endermen and mistakingly assumed everyone could so he told everyone else its ok to do so.

Tommy lost his first life to an enderman.

Wilbur worked with george for a whole week on special gloves that would let him touch stuff.

I took an arrow dangerously close to the lungs after Tomny's first respawn trying to bring him home.

Dream realised he couldn't take off his mask and wished he could see the world normally again, nobody knew what his vision was like.

Bad descovered a joy for cooking.

Bad also tamed a cat and named it Muffin.

Muffin the cat would ride Wilbur the wolf around.

Dream lost his first life to hunger after pushing himself for too long.

Techno took a wrong step in the neather and lost his second life to a seriously long fall.

I never knew what I looked like...

Tommy lost his second life being overrun by zombies without a weapon. We made a rule to never leave the house alone after this many deaths.

Bad descovered pretty late that milk is poisonous to him and thus cakes will kill him. He lost a life to cake. He was devastated.

Tommy built a cute campfire. He and Wilbur would mess around singing at it. Wolf Wilbur thoroughly enjoyed this.

I would stay up most of the night watching everyone sleep because I worried the house could get invaded or surrounded. They found out after Phantoms started spawning and made a rule that at least one of then would stay awake at night to make me feel better.

George built Dream an obstacle course with lots of moving parts and such. He ran it every morning.

I learned how to play guitar from Wilbur at the campfire.

Torches never burnt out after they arrived. No idea why.

That's all I can remember...

It was a hard dream, I was sad and angry sometimes... but the happy moments made it worth it.

I hope I return to that dream someday.

[uwuowotf2waslife]

👉👈 May I request an nsfw with a Virgin S/O whos ready to do the nasties with the Mercs? I love how In character they all are ;; ♥︎♥︎♥︎

( put on your good clothes and get ready to roll in the nasty with our darling barbie men)

Scout: he has some experience, he knows what he is doing but he isn’t the master. He is somewhat nervous, his first time wasnt the best and he really doesnt want to screw it up for you. Probably gets you to a simple movie date to ease his nerves and a small walk to get the anxiety out of you (mostly him again). Goes back to his room at the base and makes sure the door is locked before he gets into the roast. He lowkey asks for your consent and once he has the signal he gets into the nasty-smashy mode.He makes out with you and pratically throws you into the bed while trying to take of your shirt and his in the same time, he is an amateur but he has all the passion of a professional. Gives you time and goes slower the more things get heated, but hes riled up. Starts fingering you sloppily and makes you climax before he starts anything that requires insertion. Starts very gently but quickly looses his patience and just pounds straight away ( but will stop cold dead if he even catches a string of pain, uncomfort in your eyes). Can hit multiple home runs but wont last long

Soldier: has quite the experience. He will be way more gentle at the begining, giving you time to relax and get into the mood. He will let you decide the pace, but he will make you climax firstly so you are good and lubed up so he can insert his johnson without making you uncomfortable. Won’t break you, but is a bit rougher and more creative in ( he is a beefcake and likes to fuck while standing up, your legs being hoilsted up on his waist and your back on a wall or your butt barely touching a table). Not a silent man but he will do his darnest to make you moan and scream his name.

Engie: has experience, hes a well , soft spoken blond cinamon roll, what do you expect? but he really wants to make it special for you. Goes out of his way to do a romantic evening just for you two, playing all the romantic songs he knows on his guitar and having tidied up his room so much his mama would be proud. Insist on using lube and fingers you until you are begging and physically trying to loosen up his belt. He is pretty tame for now, and tries to suck your collarbone or nipples to enhance the experience, big cuddles afterwards.

Demo: not really phaced, he has done his share of nasty in his life and has confidence that he is pretty good at what he does ,so hes up for the challenge. He asks for consent many times and asks you how would you like the event to be. Big on foreplay and likes to perform oral sex, so youll have a good start. Not That Big ( i know the stereotype is somewhat true but he isnt a horse, calm down) but he has g i r t h, so youll have to cum at least twice before he even puts the tip near the clit. Prefers the Loveseat or the cowgirl so he can enjoy the show and you to have a better time adjustanding to him.

Heavy: (i think is pretty much canon in the fandom that this boy has a magnum dong * inster iasip meme here*) ooof he is scared. Hes a big, very big fella. He has dad some experience, but he is terrified. He really, really doesnt want to hurt you. He needs constant reasurance to even start get started making out. He will lift you up and grop you like he has never felt a woman before.He will give you an idea how big he is by letting you pet his erection through his pants, ( spoiler alert its fatter than a kielbasar sausage) . He will finger you throughly with his fingers before even removing his boxers and will spend a ungodly time into slidying  into and use galons of lube. Ngl you will waddle for 2 days and hell hit that g -spot  hard and fast. Growls like all slavic guys in porns and but muffles you with kisses and words of adoration in russian and english, lowkey climaxes in russian after you.

Medic: he has hit a jackpot, lowkey has a virgin fetish, mostly due to the blood ngl. Bu he is a doctor and a surgeon so dont worry schwatz he has you covered. Starts by a nice oil massage to get you all nice and loose and then he fingers you for an hour and edges you relentesly, this man has no mercy. Only when you are basically a heartbeat before losing your shit, he gets the condoms and slams you harder than a bitch in heat.Big dom vibes, he will edge you for all night so you can scream his name when you cum loud and clear for all of New Mexico to hear. Won’t cum inside you or before you have cummed at least twice, just switches and lets you tit-fuck him until he cums all over your face.Big on aftercare and has the medigun on in any case something happens plus he kisses every time he withdraws .

Sniper: not a big lover, but he has plowed here and there. Won’t make a big deal out of it, but he ain’t relaxed, he really wants to make you feel everything. Lowkey trembles with his nerves, even has masturbate before you two meet so he last longer and has showered. Starts out shy, licking your tits and leaving bitemarks here and there. Then he starts the nasty( my mans has a long tongue so itll be fun), doesnt make you cum, nah he likes torturing his victims for a bit and he has the patience of a saint. Prefers doggy style ( big ass man)and gets a little gross and uses spit as lube, but hey its natural. Starts shy, rubbing your sides and gives your ass nice pats and slaps, then looses all control and smashes hard but slowly, you will beg for him to go harder but he loves hearing you tremble just about to cum yet not that close. Beg him, call him daddy, sir,master whatever you want that has some power and hell screw you harder than life. Wants  you to cum together and leaves hickeys on your shoulders while he cums. Cuddles and is very doting afterwards.

Spy: Monsier Cassanova here has deflowered enough virgins inhis life to say he is the pro in that field. Makes a sublte note of every little thing you like and makes a plan in his head. Firstly, he gets you some nice lingerie and ( for all safety reasons) gives you the strongest anti-contraceptive he can find ( he has enough kids to create two football teams and have spares for referees and replacements).Then he picks a fancy wine and gets all suave and romantic, yes he wants to fuck but in his mind he is more of a quantity is much better than quality type of guy. Gets started very slowly, french kisses here and there, some good gropes. The secret to make this old man to get riled up really fast is to grope his ass and whisper really nasty styff in his ear ( doesnt matter if english, but itll be a bonus if its french). Hes a suave soft lover in his work, but in reality he is much more like Scout (like son, like father oof). If you do that hell throw you on the couch and get rough and nasty really fast , licks you untill you are about to choke him with your thighs.He will get all ready (special designed condoms by medic) and use special fancy lube to make it as painfull as he can ( not as big as heavy, but he has that mushroom head). Can go for hours, has a lot of stamina and by the end youll be drenched and having a spiritual exerience. Doesn’t expect to cum butif you allow him, oof boy hell have a field day. Once you both have finished he picks you up and runs a hot bath for the both of you, will cuddle later and give you massages and painkillers if he went too far.

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38 and 62 for the reddie smut prompt?🥺

38. “You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

62. “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”

(notsfw)

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Eddie Kaspbrak absolutely hated his roommate Richie Tozier. He hated the way he always left the cap off of the toothpaste in the bathroom, he hated how he never picked his dirty clothes up off of his side of the room until absolutely necessary, he hated that he stayed up late listening to music loudly through his headphones. Yet, the thing he hated most of all, was how fucking attracted to him he was.

He never imagined that someone like Richie would be his type of guy, yet here he was, laying on his back in his dorm room, jacking off to the thought of Richie’s lips on his neck and his hand around his cock. A moan escaped his lips and he rocked up, his orgasm washing over him as he came into his hand.

“Fuck…” Eddie moaned into the dark, empty room. He was glad that Richie was working at the bar that night, his side job in order to fund whatever it was he did in his free time. Eddie didn’t have the balls to ask him, just in case it gave too much away about how he was feeling towards the other male.

It was an inner conflict that Eddie wasn’t sure he would ever be able to find peace with. On one hand, he was at college, free to be whoever he wanted to be and not have to think about the consequences but on the other he was still his mother’s scared little boy. Turns out that abuse really does stay with you your whole life. Fuck, but Eddie wanted Richie, and he could feel his resolve fading with every passing day.

Just then, the door to the dorm opened and Richie sauntered in, dumping his bag by the door just like he always did. Eddie had Richie’s routine down to a T. He would kick his shoes off, hang up his jacket before removing all his clothes and climbing into bed. Not that Eddie would ever tell Richie this, but he knew that Richie never wore underwear under his working jeans, as they were so damn tight. Each night he came home, Eddie would get a lovely look at Richie’s ass.

Tonight however, it seemed like Richie was trying to spice things up, as he stopped at the side of his bed and just sat down without removing his clothes. He cleared his throat, “Eds, you awake?” He spoke into the darkness and Eddie froze up before letting out a little noise of confirmation.

“Yeah, why?” He whispered, his heart thumping hard against his ribcage. Richie never spoke to him when he came home from work, as he knew Eddie needed his beauty sleep otherwise he’d be a monster in the morning. Which was true, Eddie was not a morning person. Which meant something that to be wrong. “Is everything okay?”

Richie just hummed and took a seat next to Eddie on his bed, close enough that Eddie could make out Richie’s features in the darkness. “Oh yeah Eds, everything is just perfect. See, I was hoping you’d be awake because when I was at work, a little birdie told me a secret about you and I couldn’t wait until the morning to ask you if it’s true or not.”

That caught Eddie’s attention, and it was as if his brain just knew what it would be, his cheeks started to heat up in embarrassment. “O-Oh? What- what did they tell you about me?” Fuck his voice for breaking at the start.

Richie’s head bent down so his lips were right against the shell of Eddie’s ear and he whispered, soft and teasing. “They told me you have the hots for me, and that you specifically love it when I tease the shit out of you. Is that true, Eds? Do you like it when I tease you?”

A moan spilled past his lips as a shiver made its way down Eddie’s spine. Damn him for being so turned on at night. “No!” Eddie snapped, a little too fast, his cheeks now burning. “No that- no.”

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” Richie asked, and even in the dark, Eddie could see the teasing glint in Richie’s eyes and he knew he was done for. “You do have the hots for me, man this is- fuck. Really? I thought you hated me!”

Eddie shook his head and slowly reached over to flick on the lamp next to his bedside. The room illuminated and Eddie could see how flushed and surprised Richie was now that the darkness wasn’t consuming them. “I- I don’t hate you, Richie,” he admitted. “I never have hated you, I thought you knew that?”

Richie’s shoulders shrugged a little and he ran a hand through his messy curls, “I mean, yeah if you really hated me I’m sure you wouldn’t be sharing with me, but sometimes I think…maybe he does hate me and hasn’t moved because of the hassle. Childhood Trauma am I right?” He chuckled nervously and Eddie realised right then that he apparently had more in common with Richie than he initially thought.

“Yeah, childhood trauma,” Eddie agreed, meeting Richie’s eyes. “I- I don’t hate you and…and whoever that little birdie was that told you about me having the hots for you? They would be right. I never thought I’d see you as my type of guy but damn, you are Richie. You really are.”

Richie inhaled sharply before he swallowed and leaned down, cupping Eddie’s cheeks and bringing them into a kiss. He pulled away after a moment and Eddie let out a small whimper, making Richie chuckle, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. Every time I see you studying and you have the end of your pen between your teeth? I just want to shove you against the mattress until your lips are swollen and bright red.”

The blush that had faded on Eddie’s cheeks returned in full force and he tucked his head away, only for it to be turned back to their eyes locked. “Really?” He asked and Richie nodded his head. There was this charged silence between them and Eddie couldn’t think of anything else to do so he leaned in and kissed Richie again, this time deeper, dirtier.

Hands were all over each other, and Eddie flipped them around so he was sitting on Richie’s lap on his bed, their hips slowly moving together, moans spilling from one another’s lips. Richie broke the kiss and moved down Eddie’s neck, sucking a mark there. “You can touch me, if you want to.”

Eddie bit his lip, looking down at the bulge in Richie’s pants, “You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under them, are you..?” His voice stuttered and Richie just smirked, wide and very teasing before leaning back down to Eddie’s ear.

“Why don’t you take them off and find out?”

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[heycasbutt]

From the Beginning

A/N: This is my first attempt at Dom MGG, requested by @princesswagger15, and also i decided to try my hand at it since my Dom Spence fic was so well received. i was hesitant about this one, but I really honest to God hope you love it as much as I do. This one focuses on ageplay, and it’s more of a Daddy Dom/Little Girl type situation. It was inspired by @dontshootmespence ‘s Long Shot Series-which is amazing and every one of you should check it out. 

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Age Play. No actual sex occurs in this one, but there is some fingering and spanking so don’t say i didn’t warn you. 

Enjoy!!!

You had become enamored with Matthew since he walked into the coffee shop where you worked when you were 16. He came in daily that summer and always ordered the same thing. A large black coffee, and a blueberry scone. By the third day you had his order memorized and had it waiting for him.

It was 2 years before he officially asked you on a date. You had grown close during your encounters at the coffee shop. You’d sit with him during your breaks and talk about classic literature. Chaucer, Jane Austen, Edgar Allen Poe, Ray Bradbury-your personal favorite. Being nearly 18 years your senior, Matthew was hesitant to pursue a relationship with you, and you understood. So you told him to wait till your 18th birthday, then you’d be in the clear. Nothing to worry about. So he did just that. Technically he took you on your first real date the night before your 18th birthday, but he didn’t kiss you until he took you home just after midnight. 3 days later you graduated from high school and he asked you to be his girlfriend to which you wholeheartedly accepted. He took you to dinner again that night and later you made love for the first time in his living room.

At 19, you were moved in with Matthew, content in life, and almost done with your sophomore year of college. Matthew insisted you let him put you through and you vehemently rejected having saved every penny you could since you were 5-in addition to getting a small scholarship that put you through your freshman year. But of course, he couldn’t listen and you found that out when your first bill arrived for your sophomore year and said your semester’s tuition had been paid in full. You called the school wondering who had paid it and the sweet lady on the other line, her name was Tanya told you your husband had done it. You thanked her and hung up the phone, stalking across the house to find the offending figure of Matthew. When you found him, he was sitting in the garden, reading a book, a picnic laid out in front of him.

“What’s this?” You asked coming to sit by him. He just smiled and pulled you close.

“Shemar once told me that it takes about 3-5 business days to fall in love. Anything faster than that is faster than Amazon Prime and that’s just unrealistic. But I knew I loved you from the first day I met you in that coffee shop. I knew that my life had come full circle and was complete when I took you on that first date and kissed you. I knew that I loved you when I watched you graduate and then we made love that night, the first night of many thank God!” Matthew chuckled softly. He produced a small box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a simplistic but gorgeous engagement ring. You gasped softly and before Matthew could even ask you to marry him, you had pinned him to the ground and began kissing him hungrily.

“I take that as a yes?” Matthew laughed and kissed you again sliding the ring on your finger. You nodded with another smile as Matthew stood up and carried you into the house.

You eloped 3 weeks later at a courthouse in Pasadena. Shemar and A.J. were the only ones there to witness the ceremony. Your parents had all but disowned you after finding out you were dating someone nearly old enough to be your father and Matthew’s parents were of the same mindset, not too happy their boy was dating a girl fresh out of high school. But that didn’t stop either of you, You smiled the biggest, dorkiest smile you’d smiled in years when you slid the gold band on Matthew’s finger and officially made him yours.

Now you were 20, a Gubler, and happier than you had been in your whole life. It was quickly approaching your wedding anniversary with Matthew and he was due home any minute. You took extra care to change the bedsheets to the deep burgundy silk ones that Matthew loved. You fluffed all the pillows and covered them in silk pillow cases before placing the large white duvet back on the bed and situating the decorative pillows. You had cleaned every inch of the house, and prepared Matthew’s favorite meal, your grandmother’s lasagna. You still couldn’t legally drink but that didn’t stop Matthew from keeping a few bottles of wine in the house for dinners like these. A red wine you had received as a wedding gift had been chilling in an ice bucket when the lock on the front door sounded and your favorite person in the universe stepped through.

“Hey you,” Matthew muttered against your lips as he kissed you over and over again. He had only been gone a week, but Skyping just wasn’t as good as having the real thing.

You ran your hands through his hair and smiled as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. You peppered kisses along his neck and popped open the top two buttons on his shirt.

“Much better,” You cooed in his ear as he slowly backed you against the wall.

“Dinner will get cold,” You reminded him as you tugged on his hair. His stomach growled loudly and you both laughed rather loudly at the interruption.

“Let’s eat then. I want to talk to you about something,” Matthew said releasing you from his grip. You made your way into the kitchen and spooned up some of the hot food for Matthew and yourself. Pouring you both a glass of wine, you sat at the small kitchen table.

“Alright. Go for it, Matthew,” you smiled as you took a small bite of food.

“So, you know how I’m nearly 18 years older than you?” Matthew smirked taking a sip of wine and leaning back.

“Yes...” You replied tentatively.

“So I was doing some research and reading on the flight home and I thought maybe we could try something in the bedroom,” Matthew looked down shyly and your mind started spinning with all the possibilities.

“What is it?” You asked walking around the table and sitting on his lap. The food long forgotten now.

“I was thinking how sexy it would be if you were my little girl” He kissed your shoulder “And I was your daddy..” Matthew trailed kisses up to your neck and began sucking softly eliciting a delicious moan from deep inside you.

“Oh daddy, I’d love that,” You groaned again, gripping his knee. His hands traveled up to your breasts and kneaded them gently.

“Now, while daddy has been gone, have you been a good girl? Have you touched your sweet little pussy and thought about daddy?” Matthew cooed in your ear. You felt all the blood pool in your nether regions and you thought you were going to explode.

“Yes daddy. Every night. I missed your hard, thick cock thrusting in and out of me making me scream,” You moaned breathlessly. One of Matthew’s hands had made its way up your skirt and he was lazily circling your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat and a low guttural moan came forth.

“Well, the rules are going to change my sweet baby girl,” Matthew said picking you up and carrying you bridal style to the bedroom. You squealed in anticipation of what was to come.

He laid you softly on to the large bed and kissed down to the swell of your breasts.

“God you’re gorgeous,” Matthew moaned as he slid your shirt and bra off, his lips attaching to one peaked nipple. You moaned and knotted your fingers in his delicious locks.

“Let go,” Matthew cautioned as he lightly dragged the tip of his tongue between the valley of your breasts.

“But daddy...” You moaned and bucked your hips against him. He pinned your hips to the bed and got closer, a fire flickered behind his eyes.

“I said. No. You are my sweet little girl and my naughty little slut and you do what daddy tells you to do when daddy tells you to do it. Do I make myself fucking clear?” He growled and nipped at your ear. You groaned as he enveloped your lips in a heated sensual kiss.

“Oh yes,” You groaned in his ear, desperate for any sort of friction between your legs. As quick as the words escaped your lips, Matthew had pulled you upright and grabbed your ass.

“What the fuck did you say?” He whispered low and huskily to you. You knew what would happen if you lied but you took your chances anyways.

“Oh yes,” You repeated more breathily and sensuous than before. Before you could see the reaction on Matthew’s face, a hand came and whacked you on the ass. You squealed and then let out a small moan.

“Do you like that? Do you like when Daddy punishes you for being the naughty girl that you are?” Matthew crooned into your ear, his sex voice always sent pleasurable shivers up your spine.

“Y-Yes Daddy,” A loud moan escaped your lips as Matthew pushed you onto all fours and slid 2 long fingers into your slick center.

“Good girl, you’re so wet. Is that all for Daddy, hmm?” Matthew trailed a finger down your spine, making you shiver. You arched your back into him and grunted in reply.

“I didn’t hear that, girl,” Matthew commanded, slapping your ass again. The sensation sending you face first onto the bed. You were flipped over onto your back and Matthew kissed and nipped along your collarbone as he slid 2 fingers back into you and rubbed your clit with his thumb.

“Yes Daddy, it’s all for you,” You whined softly and reached for Matthew’s head to push him further down your body.

“That’s more like it. Are you going to come for daddy?” Matthew growled in your ear and shoved his fingers deeper inside you. His thumb rubbed feverishly on your clit, you could feel the ecstasy building within you and you cried out in pleasure. Matthew groaned and sucked roughly on your hardened nipple. Your walls clenched around his fingers as you rode out the first waves of your orgasm.

“Oh my fuck, Matthew!” You cried and buried your fingers in his hair. Your orgasm slowly subsided and Matthew tenderly pulled his fingers out of your center. Making eye contact with you, he sucked the remnants of your ecstasy from his fingers.

“You’re such a fucking slut. But, you’re my slut, understand,” Matthew whispered into your ear and then kissed you softly.

“Yes, Daddy,” You nodded with a smile and kissed him again. Pulling away slightly, you pursed your lips in thought, “But, can we make love now? Just as Matthew and Y/N?” You asked innocently, as you scraped your nails up his still clothed chest.

“No,” Matthew said firmly and got up walking into the en suite.

“But-“You called after him.

“Patience my little girl. Good things come to those who wait,” Matthew said coming to stand in the doorway of the bathroom, his shirt hanging open.

The ever elusive ‘They’ always said Patience is a virtue, but tonight, you weren’t feeling like such a virtuous woman.

[lovehelpmewrite]

The People Who Love You [1]

A/N: This is very angsty, there's a lot of abuse!triggers, rape!triggers and the like. I was really in the mood to angst so yeah. Please enjoy at your own risk, triggers and angst ahead. Also, I didn't originally intend for it but its going to be 2 parts because tumblr only allows 100 blocks I guess... I don't know the word count because I'm on mobile, and I'm hoping my keep reading works but sorry if it doesn't. Its un-beta-d, and unedited and un-spell-checked, so all mistakes are mine. Anyways, read on.

"Yeah? Seriously? That's insane. Yeah. Yeah of course! Yeah I'll let him know. Thanks Sam. Yeah, you too. See you in a bit." I hung up the phone feeling happier than i'd been in a long while. Sam had called, asking for help on a werewolf out in Nevada. When he'd asked if I was still with Tyler I assumed thats who he really wanted on the case but I was excited to see them either way.

I walked out into the living room, seeing Tyler on the couch with a beer in hand. Out of reflex I grabbed another and set it next to his feet on the coffee table. He smiled in return.

"You're too good to me," he said, giving me he full attention for a few seconds before turning back to the TV.

"So, uh, Sam Winchester called. He and Dean have a case out in Nevada they wanted our help on. Werewolves. I told them we'd check it out, what do you think?" I asked quietly.

Tyler let out a deep sigh and I turned my eyes to the corner of the coffee table.

"I think," he paused, taking a drink of his beer, "that you should have asked before you went saying yes. And that I don't like those Winchesters, too fucking uptight, and Dean always stares at you." He threw an annoyed look my way before letting out another deep breath and finishing off his beer, getting ready to open the second.

"When do they want me?" He asked, tossing the metal cap onto the table. I watched as it skidded and slid of the edge onto the floor.

"ASAP. I told them we could be out there in a few days," I answered timidly.

Tyler let out another sigh of annoyance.

"Well, go back a bag, we'll leave tomorrow and I don't want to have to wait for your sorry ass to finish up."

I nodded and stood quickly, walking into the back bedroom and shutting the door softly. I let myself smile as I packed, enjoying the thought of seeing old friends again.

- - -

"Tyler, Y/N, good to see you," greeted Dean, pulling me in for a hug that made Tyler frown. Even so, I hugged Sam as well, enjoying their familiar embraces.

"So, where are you guys staying?" Sam asked, hands shoved in his jeans pockets.

"The Historian, on Gibson by the diner," I answered, unable to stop the smile on my face as I spoke.

This only seemed to annoy Tyler further. Quickly he drew an arm around my waist and pulled me to him.

"Yeah, she wanted to make sure we had a good view," he joked, Sam and Dean laughing as I cringed, remembering how upset Tyler was that the neon sign from the diner was visible through our window.

"You know me, only the best," I added.

Everyone laughed but I could feel Tyler's fingers on my ribs like knives.

- - -

"To a hunt well done," Dean toasted, plinking his beer bottle against mine and Sam's. We all drank and shared a small smile, me ignoring the fact that Tyler was dancing with some girl on the dance floor.

"I gotta ask," Sam said suddenly, after several tense moments. "What's with your boyfriend?"

I flicked my eyes momentarily at the girl grinding on him before turning on my stool to face solidly at the bar.

"He's just dancing, its fine," I said monotonely.

Sam and Dean shared a look.

I absent mindedly pulled my flannel sleeves down to cover the hand mark Tyler left from this morning, when I had taken too long to get ready so he gripped me by the elbow and shoved me at the door. My shoulder still stung but I could blame that on the werewolf at least.

"What thhe fuck?" Dean said suddenly. I looked at him oddly until he pointed out a still healing bruise on my sternum, visible with my shirt unbottoned. "What is that, Y/N?"

Nervously I shoved my shirt to the side so it wasnt visible anymore.

"Haven't you ever heard of a hickey, Dean?" I laughed anxiously, sipping my beer and hoping he'd let it go. He didnt.

"That's no hickey. Did he hurt you?" Dean asked seriously, his voice low.

"What?! No! He wouldn't! It... it was my fault. I was carrying the laundry basket and not watching where I was going and he accidentally bumped it into me a little hard. Its nothing," I shrugged it off.

It was from the laundry basket, from when he shoved it at me hard enough to leave a mark. "To remind me of my place," he said.

Sam and Dean just eyed me cautiously as Tyler came back from the dance floor.

"Hey babe, lets go, I'm beat," Tyler said.

I went to argue that i wanted to stay with Sam and Dean but I knew better than to speak out in public.

"Okay. See you guys later," I said, Tyler pulling me quickly away and out of the bar.

He yanked me out into the alley and shoved me against yhe grime covered bricks, pressing kisses to my neck and chest.

"Come on baby, lets do it right here," Tyler said, unbuttoning my flannel quickly.

"Ty, no, lets just go back to the motel," I said, gently pushing at his hands on my body.

"Come on, it'll be hot. You can scream for all the bar to hear," he continued, going for my jeans.

"Ty, I said no, stop it," I said more forcefully, shoving him off me.

He stood a foot away, bewildered for a moment while blood rushed in my ears. Suddenly his hand came fast and heavy against my cheek, knocking my head to the side. I held it in shock as it heated up. Tyler seemed to be gauging my reaction to it which was fear.

He sprung forward again and spun me around, pressing my shoulders against the cold brick as he undid my jeans.

"When I say I want to fuck you, I mean it you dumb prude bitch," he growled against my hair.

I stood, helplessly pressed against the bricks as he yanked my jeans and underwear down and pulled my hips back.

The only indication I gave that I felt him was the shutter as he slid into me. My whole body was numb, the slight rocking the only thing keeping me grounded.

When he was done, he came onto the ground and pushed my hips forward in disgust, making me stumble into the wall.

"Come back when you're ready to be an obedient whore," he spat, pulling up his jeans and walking away.

I felt the shake in my hands as I slowly pulled up my underwear and struggled to button my jeans. I let myself lean against the wall a moment, pressing cold hands over my eyes and smearing tears I didn't know I was making.

I sucked in a deep breath, cleared my face and stared dead ahead. Just another day.

- - -

I realized quickly I didn't want to go back to him so soon. I didn't want to seem that desperate for him. In a spur of the moment I walked to Sam and Dean's motel room, knocking on the door before I remember deciding to. Sam answered.

"Y/N? Whats up?" He asked, voice gentle and slightly tired.

"Hey, sorry to bother you guys, me and Tyler had a little fight so I just wanted to shower here for tonight if thats okay?" I asked timidly.

"Yeah! Yeah sure, whatever you need," Sam replied, letting me in immediately.

Dean was sat up on the bed reading something when he looked up and smiled at me.

"Hey, what're you doing here?" He asked, closing the book to give me his full attention.

"Just need a shower, me and Tyler had a fight," I explained. Dean grinned.

"Finally. You should really dump that douche bag," he commented, standing and walking over to his duffle bag.

"No... we just need ti work some stuff out. I dont know where i'd be without him, he's such a better hunter than me," I said absently, not thinking twice about the words coming out of my mouth.

Sam snorted behind me, Dean sniggered.

"Sure, okay Y/N," Dean said sarcastically.

"Really, I would have died on half my hunts if he hadn't been there," I tried, more to convince myself than them.

"You're ten times the hunter he is, he can barely shoot a sawed-off. But whatever you say, sweetheart. Enjoy your shower," Dean grinned, handing me one of his shirts and a pair of boxers.

As I stood under the steaming hot water and scrubbed my skin raw, I replayed what the boys had said. How could I possibly be a better hunter than him? All he talks about is how much easier it would be for him to do his job if I wasnt around.

I shook off the thought and went back to scrubbing at my thighs viciously.

- - -

I walked out in Dean's oversize Metallica shirt, picking at one of my cuticles, mulling over my options very carefully.

"He hits me sometimes," I mumble, watching Sam and Dean scrunch up their eyebrows before looking at me.

"Huh?"

"Did you say something, sweetheart?"

I turned my eyes up, forcing myself to back eye contact.

"He hits me sometimes," I said again.

I watched as Dean's jaw set and Sam's face turned to stone.

"Not often. I mean, not really anyways. Sometimes its worse than others, especially if he's been drinking," I said, finishing the sentance looking at the ratty carpeting as the nights memories came back.

"Its usually my fault anyways, I take too long, or I forget the laundry, or I get him the wrong beer," I added, trying to justify it in my head again. My face scrunched up as his words came at me as they always do.

"You'd be nothing without me. A dead whore in a ditch somewhere. You're lucky I'm here to teach you."

"He's dead," Dean said simply.

I jumped forward quickly.

"No, dont!" I said, gripping his arm tightly as he stood. "Its fine, I can handle it," I added.

Dean's hand came slowly up to my face and I winced as his fingers ran over the spot where Tyler had slapped me.

"You dont have to," Dean said quietly.

"I love him," I replied, eyes closed. Dean let out a slow breath and stepped back from me.

"Then you better get back to him," he said sharply.

"Dean," Sam interjected, eyebrows creased in disapproval.

"No, if she loves him she can head back to his room, and when he hits her again we'll come pick her up because thats what people who love you do," Dean spoke, eyes sharp and jaw set.

I stared at him a moment longer, my throat tight before I slowly grabbed my things and opened the door. I gave one last glance to Sam whose eyes were wet with unshed tears.

I shut the door behind me and let a few tears of my own fall before I made my way back to Tyler.

- - -

I woke up to the sound of beeping next to my head and throbbing in my ribs. I groaned as I turned my head, my neck stiff and sore as well.

As I looked around at the pale green walls and the bright florescent lights, I recognized the beeping as an EKG.

I panicked, trying desperately to sit up and pull out my IV's until a nurse came in.

"Sweetie, you need to relax, you're pretty banged up," she spoke, gently pushing my shoulder back and readjusting the IV tube on my arm.

I tried to relax, looking up to the ceiling and taking deep breaths to try and stop the tears burning in my eyes.

"Good news is your boyfriend's here, said he was worried when he found out you fell down those stairs. I'll send him up," the nurse spoke kindly, patting my hand before walking out and closing the door behind her.

My throat closed up painfully, tears falling back into my hairline as I thought about Tyler seeing me after what he'd done last night.

[msnikkimoneypenny]

True Intentions (Roman Reigns fanfiction)

Part 1

Part 2: The popular kids suck

Okay, lets break it down. Coco didnt go for cocky bastards who act like their shit dont stink. And that is how she knew Mr. Reigns. Mr. Reigns was one of those pretty boys you do not trust. You know the type of guy who knows he could get any chick he wanted. Coco didnt like that type in high school and she didn't like that type as an adult. But from the way he conducted business in her office building, it was like he was a totally different person. Quiet , firm and surprisingly respectful. Mr. Reigns was all about business as he, her brother in law and her sister discuss working together on the cases and sharing information collected on the individuals the government had warrants on. Let's start from the beginning.

The world of BDSM is still looked down upon from outsiders. People may think they are kinky just because they have seen 50 Shades or liked to be tied up while fucking. Coco used the lifestyle as a way of escape. The lifestyle helped her let go. She didn't have to be a mom, a boss bitch, the strong black woman everyone expected her to be. Coco was able to give her control away. Not think. Relax and give in to the pain whenever she went to the dungeon. That is where the undercover submissive knew her visitor from. He was a dominant from the local BDSM club where she was a member at. He was not her dominant, of course. Coco never played with him. Didnt want to. But she was in the minority with that choice. All the women wanted to play with him whether it be at the club as a play partner or at home in his bed. Well most women did. Not everyone. Some of women were experienced and looking for real connections in the lifestyle. Not some 50 shades of grey type of shit. Yet Coco still gave Mr. Reigns his credit. He was an expert in japanese shibari. She witnessed him suspend a couple of smaller girls in the air. He also did a lot of knife play, use of whips and impact play. So his skills set made Mr. Reigns a very popular guy at dungeon. It also made his ego bigger then his own statue. The Big Dog. That was his dungeon name and the name she knew him as. Big Dog. Always expecting women to serve or submit to him, with his dick being being the reward. Oh so that's what was heard.

Of course he was sadist, fucking bastard. She dont know if it was some kind of sick thrill for 'The Big Dog' due to Coco not being one of his groupies. But he would always try to single her out and put the vulnerable sub on the spot. Asking personal questions out loud whenever there was an audience. Last time, Reigns asked out loud 'when was the last time a guy used an anal butt plug on her?' His clique started laughing. Of course being a smart ass, with an inner brat she replied, 'After your mom got done being trained on hers'. Of course there were a few ugly stares for that. Usually as a sub, she just made sure to steer clear of him at the dungeon. Coco wasnt stupid. She was not a skinny model, who The Big Dog usually played with. Guys like him, took thick women like her as a joke. She saw him flirt and tease with other women who werent a perfect dimepiece just for them to get hurt.

So yeah at this moment at work Coco was not comfortable being this close to Reigns. She knew she straddled the fence when it comes to different sides of her life and alternative lifestyle. But with The Big Dog here, that fence felt like it was going to be torn down with her being exposed.

Enough was enough. Coco didnt need to sit here with the others. She had her cases. Gathering the files and going to her office; Coco sat down and reviewed her first guy.

Marcus Butler alias Mr.Mark

5'9 260 lbs

African American

DOB 8-21-85

Felony: money launde.......

There was a quick knock on her door. With a quick glance up, she sees Reigns open her door without waiting for a reply.

"Sure come in, have a seat." Came the sarcastic reply.

"Look are you gonna be able to keep your mouth shut!?"

Who did this arrogant bastard think he was? Standing up, Coco went off.

"Cut! Take 2. We're gonna try this again, with you taking your ass back out of my office. And walking back like you didnt loose your damn mind!Cuz I dont know who you think you are talking to me like I'm one of your little pain sluts!"

"Shhh....."

Wait a minute. I know he did not shush her!

"Keep your voice down!"

"Me? You came into my office confronting me!" She replied.

"That's because you are acting so weird and nervous. You gonna make people wonder what's wrong with you!" Reigns replied in a harsh hush tone, closing the door behind him.

He continued "Look if it counts for anything I'm sorry for harassing you at the dungeon. I don't act like that normally. So I hope it doesnt interfere with us working on these cases."

Coco smirked, "You can take your apology and shove it where the sun doesn't shine. Cuz I know all if this", she made a circular motion with her finger, "is a facade. "The real you was not out there being all polite and about business. It's The Big Dog," she motioned quotation Mark's with her fingers, " the one who behaves and acts like he is God's gift to everyone."

"Well I guess I was right about you too." Reigns responded.

"You know nothing about me."

"Oh but I do, you are the tight ass who acts so pent up cuss she needs some good dick in her life!"

SLAP!!!

Both were were silent after she slapped him, quietly staring at each other.

"I think you should go"........" She murmured.

Slowly he walked out of her office. Quietly retreating to his truck outside, Roman pulled out his phone and made a call. "I found her."

AN: I'm trying.

[survivormarmoreal]

Episode #13: "im so EMO (TION)" - Bryce

I cant believe that im still here. And we have majority. 3 vs 2. Matt is coming to me know saying that he wants to work with me but like. Bruh. But that could be good tho having him. I have to see what happens with immunity first.

OKOKOKOK CAN WE JUST DISCUSS HOW AM I A FUCKING GOAT. FIRST OF ALL Jock destroyers was a pretty dominant alliance i played a SNITCH RAT GAME with exposing plans and i was lied to but like can i get some credit here like first of all it was my fucking ideal to even force a tie, bryce wanted sharky out he didn't want rocks i wanted rocks when my ass was literally on the line here and i was still willing to go to rocks because i don't want to be a fucking goat and do what bryce or sharky wants this is the only way i could get brian SHARKYS #1 ALLY out of the game so that you know who sharky's #1 ALLY IS NOW FUCKING ME. so you know what yeah i'm a goat, greatest of all time actually and i at least deserve some level of credit or respect here to pull some shit off like this. only person on the fucking tribe with the balls to do this shit and i don't even have balls. OK BYE.

i literally dont have words. i keep having meltdowns and like its so not like me i usually just treat games as fun but im just so upset bc brian went home when we could have prevented it and now im in a spot where annabelle and sharky control things and im basically going to get 5th. i really thought i was doing something and life came at me real quick and said learn ur place KJFSHKJDFHSKJ. like the play anna made was smart so go her i just hate that i got played and that brian left with the vote steal and that my game is ruined and i came so far and i thought i was playing alright also i hate how everyone and their mother keeps calling me out for playing the middle KJSFHFKS like grow up and shade me in ur confessionals not to my face im SENSITIVE AUBRY. basically the point is: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/506665419092918273/541697763788980225/image0.jpg

I'm SHOCKED. I swore to Annabelle I wouldn't right her name down. And yet she writes my name down! And just as I was thinking I could trust Bryce HE RALLIES VOTES AGAINST ME! I'm so pissed off, and scared, and hurt, and now I have to scramble to figure something out.

Okay let recap everything that has gone down in this 24 hours since I was betrayed. So I talked to Annabelle A LOT. Basically we've talked to each other a ton. I discover that Anna made the plan for the tie and then Bryce was only willing to flip if the vote was for me. SHADY. I knew I should have never trusted him. So basically either I convince Annabelle to save me, everyone goes to rocks, or Matt and Brian flip on me and I go home. I would have said the last one was super unlikely. So I start busting my ass to sway Annabelle. We have really opened up to each other about our games, she is feeling like she has to make a big move. I talked to her about how I feel hurt because I've busted my ass all game to save Anna and Matt and now they both seem unwilling to save me. I tell the guys we just have to be nice but imply to her she stands no shot of making the end without me and how Bryce is going to win. She has no idea we have the vote steal so Brian/Matt would definitely get Bryce out next. So I go to sleep thinking we are making progress. I wake up an Anna is like "Matt was rude to me so I'm definitely not flipping" so I'm starting to feel really hopeless. And then Matt and Brian both started to dodge the idea of rocks. And Anna is telling me Bryce thinks Matt is probably going to flip. So i'm thinking it's over. And in the FB Bois chat Matt and Brian both keep being like "I'm so conflicted" "we'd be guaranteed f4" "blah blah blah" So now I'm realizing these two aren't willing to go to rocks for me. I've spent this whole season trying to save our alliance at any cost. And now that I'm the one in danger...they aren't willing to take the risk. SO now I get it. I've been too nice. If they are going to put their games above mine and aren't willing to risk it so all 3 of us can make F5...I'm going to have to make sure we take that risk because it's my only shot. So I pitch to Anna a way she can get her rocks and I can be safe. We tell them that Anna agrees to save me. That way they think were set and it'll all work out and then it'll go to rocks and I'll be safe. It's super risky and I'm putting all my faith in Annabelle and I feel so scared and guilty and idk but this is the only way I survive and there is a chance Anna goes and it all works out. But...it's also not lost on me that Anna is willing to risk her own game to save me...but my own alliance isn't. I'm feeling...weird.

Brian went home. I...honestly am just feeling horrible. And he was so mad at me. Like mad to the point that I'm worried I ruined a real life friendship over this game. And Matt is furious too and he's going off on me in our group chat which fucking sucks. Like that was the worst case scenario for me. And it sucks. But I shouldn't have to feel bad about this. Like both Brian and Matt were willing to vote me out so they didn't have to go to rocks. They put their game first so why am I a villain for doing the same thing? And they want to be like "we were up front with you about not being sure" like that's supposed to make me feel better. Yeah of course you were honest you weren't the ones in danger. It's easy for y'all to be honest when you're just going to vote me out. I couldn't have been honest with them or they would have flipped and I would have gone home. How do they not see that? Was I supposed to just give up? How is that fair? And how is it that they can vote me out and I just have to accept that but they can't accept that I saved myself. I'm feeling super alone, like I can't trust anybody, and like my best friends won't even take a second to look at it from my point of view. Of course I feel terrible. I just hope this doesn't come between genuine friendships.

ANNA REALLY JUST CLOCKS ME AND SHE KNOW SHE CAN BC WHAT ELSE AM I GOING TO DO. me matt maynor better be this f3 matt might win tbh but idc! anna has CROSSED ME and like laughs in my face FKJADSHFKAJ like yes ur iconic yes u did #that but im in this game with u and its a lil rude to flaunt ur success at me FKJADSHFAKJ when i do sth good i would never constantly bring it up (btw i won immunity once and got that cute blue color so everyone is jealous prob...) also im so emo i miss dennis and i miss brian they were the 2 ppl who i felt close to in the game and theyre both gone i literally am so upset i feel like if i wasnt so busy before tribal i could have talked to brian more and convinced him he had to vote sharky bc i KNEW anna was voting sharky but he bought her lies and i was convincing enough so i just feel its my fault i lost my closest ally (and his vote steal) although maybe he would have beat me in the end so this is good thing? nope! like i think i played alright in the middle but ppl prob wont respect it and idk if i would bc clearly im biased and maybe i am just a goat and thats why im still in like i rly tried to do sth this round but didnt i just ugh so demotivated hehe but maybe ill snap or sth insert positive uplifting quote here i just hope that i can turn this around and defeat anna and her pet shark. ALTHOUGH ITS LIKE WHERE THE BIG DOG PULLS ITS OWNER AND WALKS IT INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND. im so EMO (TION)

yesterday i was feeling a LOT of emotions and now that i have distanced myself i realize that my emotions were VALID and i am perfect and had the RIGHT to be upset that everything went wrong. i am speaking my immunity win into existence it WILL happen. i HAVE done the homework and even if i flop it (which i wont) i will still NOT GO HOME bc matt and maynor are hopefully on my side. OK BUT LIKE IM JUST SO JKAFSHKAJDSFHADSKFJA

This immunity is very important. We cant let Matt or Sharky win it. We need to have the opinion for them available to be voted out.

So like.... I am upset and feel very alone now in this game. Brian got rocked out and i was lied to again. I am just like so over it. I feel manipulated when I did have all the power and could've got a big threat out. but NO sharky and anna the fucking dynamic duo they are decided it would be fun to go to rocks! I am just so over it. Im getting fucking 5th place and I am MAD.

OR AM I? I decided to lie last night and say i gave my idol to brian last night. Why? It would paint an even bigger target on my back so i can go idoling. Cause of course I am not dumb enough to go and give my idol away hell naw. Instead, I need to knock sharky out of the immunity comp tonight but then get everyone on my case so they vote me. then boom idol. i know that this should get me to f3. I hope. If sharky goes next, and anna/maynor win FIC. then i know i can get at least maynor with me cause Bryce will then be the clear winner out of us 4. then maybe i will have a shot at the win but eh, need to get there first. I hope to god this can work and if not, final juror here i come!

I woke up feeling TERRIBLE. I feel so bad about the Brian situation. Matt won't respond because he probably hates me. I feel like a trash person. And tbh I'm questioning if I even deserve to be here.

I feel sick. Literally this is the worst case scenario. If anybody else had won everything would be fine. And now Matt has like given up which makes me even sadder. I'm honestly considering asking everybody to vote me out. So that Matt at least has a shot of making FTC. This sucks.

I WON IMMUNITY WOOOH IM SO ICONIC IM LITERALLY A LOSING FINALIST AND EVERYONE WANTS ME OUT I FEEL LIKE ILL LOSE IN THE END BUT THAT WONT STOP THESE PPL FROM GIVING ME 4TH WHEN I LOSE THE NEXT IMMUNITY AJKFDSHKFAJ THEYRE ALL LIKE SO VISIBLY DISAPPOINTED I WON IM SO SAD NNNN I WOULD BE HAPPY FOR THEM! i really hope they vote out sharky now bc its literally the smart move but im willing to bet theyll keep him to spite me annas gonna be like sharky needs to stay we get him out NEXT round and maynor might be convinced or sth idk and matt idk askdjfhdkjf i thought we were good but he ghosted me all day today so hm. club 96 nina and tina really falling apart

Matt is literally shutting down. Like I'm trying to talk with him and mend things and try to rally him so we can figure out how to keep us both safe and honestly he's just not interested. He seems disinterested and honestly he's being kind of a brat. Stop pouting! Sack up and help me fight. Because yes I was selfish last round and that put us in a tough spot but It was never my idea to trust Bryce or my idea to ignore that we had a vote steal to secure our vote at F6. I'm not the only one who made mistakes. So come on and let's freaking recover! Or are we just supposed to lay down and award Bryce the win? UGH

I was really on the brink of asking everybody to vote me out. But Matt is being so useless right now. If he's going to act like that he'll just get picked off at F4. He has no fight. So I'm over it. I really do love him but at this point I'm going to have to just try my best to get Annabelle and Maynor to believe that they stand the best chance at FTC against me, instead of Bryce or Matt. I've already ruined my reputation so I might as well at least try to fight. I feel over everything but I have to get it together.

The vote hopefully is between Matt and Sharky. I know Bryce really wants Sharky gone. Annabelle and I are talking and seeing which route is the best for us to make it to the end.

Like wow. My brain is so big. Im pretending that I threw away my idol to brian at the last second, and that I am leaving this round. Whereas in actually reality I still have my idol and sure as heck im playing it tonight and making final 4 YEET. like woe is me, woe is me, lol no bitch im here to stay. Sharky like, needs to leave as well. I love him but 2 big if a threat and I would quite like to well, win.

Oh and as I write this annabelle needs me huh. Well listen here, you lied to my fucking face and got brian out. Thus, you also need to leave bish. I am fed up of being lied 2 constantly by these fuckers called my tribemates and I am NOT here for it anymore. Time to play the lies and deceit game myself huh

This round is so weird for me. I felt like I was in such a tough place and feeling really defeated. But now Anna is getting paranoid and there is a very slim chance I could get her to to vote Maynor and then Matt and I both make F4. But my issues is I can't trust anybody. Because I don't think anybody trusts me. Like Maynor is being very noncommittal. Anna keeps flip flopping and maybe she'll flip onto me. Matt seems on board but honestly maybe he deeply deeply hates me and is just lying and will vote me out.

There is a little over an hour left before tribal. I'm convinced that it's me going home. Everyone seems to be too easy to agree to vote with me. It's not looking good.

Literally wtf. The Biggest plot twist of the century is occurring. I'M THE SWING VOTE?? Like since when in hell was I going to be the deciding factor. I mean I like it, I have the power for once and I am safe but still omg i LOVE IT! I am bunsen the Berner in this image, deciding between 2 fates: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DzD8lXwUwAAgTlp?format=jpg&name=900x900

Having a panic attack. Im really nervous. Like i know its between Matt and Sharky. But there is still a chance that somehow me or annabell could still go. I hope it doesnt and its clear cut with Sharky and Matt. Fingers cross. Or imma die.

i had a good talk with anna today and i kind of love her (as long as she votes sharky) i think maynor might go now which is sad bc anna says matt/sharky are doing that but like matt says that he wants me maynor him f3 so who knows! anna like was honest with me about not knowing who to vote and seems to be voting sharky but literally anything can happen so whomst knows.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okokok i feel so fucking badly about this move like so badly ughhhhhhhhhh but i feel like it has to happen i'm so so soooo sorry sharky like you have no idea i've been torn all day on what i should do and idk i feel like i lose no matter what this fucking blows

Sharky is voted out 4-1. 

[kristopherstock-blog]

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I felt like I hit the roommate lottery when I met Claire. This girl was a solid 10. Full D cups, red hair, and a wonderfully toned mature ladies wearing girdles ass. She carried herself with such confidence too. Didnt try to flaunt it or tease me about it. It took every ounce of willpower when I met her to talk about the apartment. She later offered me the place b/c she said I didnt try to hit on her. Soon after moving in, I found out she had a girlfriend, taking the wind out of any hope I had of sleeping with her. It was already a faint hope anyway, since she was way out of my league. We found out that we got along pretty well and with sex off the table, I was able to treat her like any other friend, though I did occasionnaly jerk off to her. This story is about the night I found out she was bisexual. I was getting ready to meet a date for late night drinks. Claire came into the apartment wearing a low cut dress that showed a lot of cleavage. 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This night was going way better than I thought. "Yeah," I said softly. "I guess I should call my date and tell her Im not gonna make it." I pulled out my phone. Her expression darkened. "No," she said firmly. She reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet, and then pulled out the condom I kept in there just in case things went well. She knew me better than I thought. "I want to know shes waiting for you while you fuck me." She started unbuttoning my shirt. I nodded and dropped my phone. She smilled and ripped open my shirt. I pulled her into me and kissed her. She stuck her tongue down my throat. We made out and worked our way into her bedroom. She pushed me onto the bed and pulled off my pants. Then she climbed onto me, kissing my stomach and chest and she worked her way up. My brain was still on autopilot, I couldnt believe this was happening. We made out and she started grinding against me. I felt my body start to get excited again. Eventually, she sat up straight, picked up hand and sucked on my fingers seductively. That did it. My dick was back at attention and she felt it. She smiled and put the condom on me, then guided me into her pussy. We both moaned and a I entered her. She started fucking me very vigarously, grunting with every thrust. She was really fired up. I squeezed her tits, then moved my hands to her hips to guide her pace. She must have been really turned on because she started cuming after just a few minutes. She grabed her headboard and fucked me so hard, it slammed against the wall. The whole time, she screamed through her orgasm. Finally she stopped and sat on me, catching her breath. "Your turn." She said and stepped off me. She got down on the bed on all fours. It was clear what she wanted. I stood up and got behind her. I pushed my way inside her still dripping pussy. I started slow at first, but then quickly sped up. I wanted to cum soon. I grabbed her hair and pulled as I fucked her. She started moaning again and I felt my own orgasm building. After a few minutes, we came together and I filled the condom. We lay next to each other panting. She cuddled against me. "Was that everything you imagined?" She asked. "Better." I said. "Good, I got tired of hearing you masterbating." I didnt really have a response to that. We lay a few minutes, then she looked at the clock and asked, "What time were you supposed to meet your date?" I looked over. "In about 10 minutes." We hadnt been going for as long as I thought. "Okay," she said. 15 minutes later, my date started texting me about where I was, so Claire and I fucked again. I never did get back to her. /u/h4ppy3nd1ing