#bye bitch ass boss

[outerspacious]

my boss has been shitting on me all week so on Monday I’m going to quit my job, which will cause some problems bc then they’ll be understaffed HOWEVER that’s not my fucking problem anymore

[willyoubemycherryy]

“Isn’t it past your curfew?” (Salesman x reader)

Summary: What happens when you run into your father’s dark suited friend after dark? You get in trouble of course.

Contains: [deep breath]-> snacks and drinks because this one is LONGER, drinking, clubbing, panicking, choking, mouth spitting, everything IS consensual but it’s rough so, rough sex, spanking, kissing, pussy spanking, dacriphyllia, multiple orgasms, squirting, you suffer from ptw, that’s pvssy too wet, seriously, dom/sub dynamics, he’s still gross and fucked up, possessiveness, degradation, praise, he’s still mean :(((, manhandling, thigh riding, kinda in public for the first half, car sex, hair pulling, squirting, unprotected sex, one all expenses paid trip to poundtown, and cursing. There’s so much I probably forgot something but y’all get the gist.

A/N- enjoy the official second installment of the dad’sfriend au! ;)

Kisses for all starting with~ @dorayakissu @jae-mie @lcvsanaa @love2fangirl @jusferisnothere @dilfismz @mybahama @trentknd @reka13 @511rkive @gr-red

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The second time you and your father’s new friend meet, it’s not at all in the setting you thought it’d be.

No, awfully enough you’re mid-spin- throwing your ass in a club near the shadier part of the city, out way past your dads rules in a tight dress- cute manicured toes peeking out your heels; makeup laden eyes widening as you make eye contact with the same gorgeous man who wore you out almost 3 weeks ago. Leaving you with a card and legs that remained shaky for the next 2 days.

The morning after was a trip and you won’t even touch how you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face, smiling even as you went to pee; the stinging a pleasant reminder of the whole ordeal. And, true to your word, you indeed have been nicer to your dad. Kissing him on the cheek with a light “be back later dad, I love you”, whenever he was home and you were leaving just like you did when you were six and his happy smile was just the same. You also put a limit on the smart little quips where you could but not so much that it was obvious you had gotten a full body attitude adjustment.

You’d been so good.

Little did you know, he’d heard as much. Smirking inwardly like there was some in-joke whenever your father would be cheerier than normal sometimes on his early commute- telling him how you made breakfast, kissing him on the cheek with a sweet ‘bye daddy’ before you left for your day or how you were less snippy- instead you were pleasant. So now imagine his surprise seeing his friend’s perfectly pleasant young daughter in one of his clubs that you didn’t even know was his, in a snug dress so short that whenever you moved you were threatening to flash someone. The skimpy little thing didn’t even have a back.

He knows the exact moment you see him see you because the way your heart falls to your ass is written all over your face and it makes him grin even wider.

When he moves, his stride is perfect. Long limbs weaving seamlessly through the sea of bodies as he deliberately walks past you.

You who is internally panicking.

“Mmm he get to strokin’, ooh how I love when he chokin’ me! Bitch I’m a boss! I do what I want-!” Your friends yell the lyrics drunkenly as they move their ass against you and you wince, suddenly hyper aware of who’s watching. Even though you had been drinking, you weren’t drunk but that didn’t change the fact that you weren’t supposed to be here and now there was a witness who knew the reason why your fast ass wasn’t supposed to be here and could very well snitch to said reason.

You shout some nonsense excuse to your friends to where you’re going and they nod back before going back to partying. If they were less plastered you know they’d question you and insist on coming with so you thank your lucky stars they’re not because the last thing they needed to see was you getting slut out by a man twice your age while attempting to do damage control. Spinning on your heel you walk the same path he did but less gracefully as you try not to stumble in your heels or topple over anyone. Your heart beat is almost louder than the music as you look for the dark suited man and the further you walk the more intense it feels; flashbacks of devilish hands and a nasty mouth cloud your mind and you swallow harshly, willing away that heat with a shaky inhale before it can burn you.

Just as you turn, you’re yanked into a corner- the sound of your shriek swallowed by the music.

“Well if it isn’t daddy’s good. little. girl. Shouldn’t it be past your curfew?”

Fuck. His voice is just as deep as you remember and the name makes a shiver crawl up your spine, a familiar tingle settling in your cunt. Still, you refuse to give him the satisfaction, taunting him with your smart mouth even though he can see your (now hard) nipples poking through the colorful toss of glitter you called a dress.

“Shouldn’t you be in a bingo hall n’some retirement center near the exit of my damn business?” Fuck x2. Alcohol loosens your tongue something terrible on a good night so now the same alcohol coupled with adrenaline has you completely reckless- delayed sense of self preservation only loading at 34 percent. The looming realization of your fuck up comes in the form of a smile so wide that it creases his eyes as he begins to laugh. And laugh. And laugh until you’re giggling nervously too. It’s awkward sounding compared to the low timbre of his rich sounding one. You shuffle once and that’s as far as you go before his hand snaps around your throat; cutting off your oxygen, strong hold fastening as he gives a good squeeze, forcing you harder against the wall.

His grip is tight off the bat and just like last time you can’t keep your hand from flying up and gripping his hard forearm the same way you can’t help yourself from getting wet as blood rushes through your ears. He’s looking down at you like you’re nothing more than a thing- his little thing- as he watches you with a dark smile.

“Cute. And here I thought we fixed that smart ass mouth of yours.” He sneers in your face and you nod desperately because he really did fix it, you were just tipsy. You know for a fact that you can’t withstand another one of his attitude adjustments- especially somewhere so public- standing in uncomfortable shoes. Ignoring your pleading look completely, he slides his knee between your plush thighs, wedging it right up into your clit through your soaked panties, loosening his hold for his next trick.

“Let’s try again, okay princess?” The petname falls from his lips with the same condescension as all his other words but it doesn’t sound any less heavenly and you whine- blinking at him prettily through your lashes.

“..yes sir…”, The way you submit has his eyes fluttering shut for a second and the feeling that rolls through him is dangerous.

He truly is a sick man. He could ruin you beyond repair if he wasn’t careful.

“Why are you doing out so late in a place like this? Dressed like that too.”

“It’s the end of finals for the semester, m-me and the girls just wanted to have a little fun..” you sound so timid, like a brat caught drawing on the wall and he cooes at you.

“And the outfit?” You flush as you feel just how little you’re wearing- though the last time he saw you, you were wearing nothing at all. Even your face had been bare which was a hard contrast to now with your hair messy from dancing but lovely still, smokey eyeshadow that had flecks of glitter and pouty lips pretty and glossed. Bristling, you ask,

“What’s wrong with it?” There’s an undercurrent of more tone than he likes but he feels generous enough at the picture you paint not to make you pay for it as he smiles indulgently at you, raising a brow as he shakes his head.

“I suppose nothing besides the fact I almost missed it even when looking straight at you. Good thing it’s not any tighter or it’d be invisible.” He grinds his knee up into your pussy, catching you off guard with the sudden shockwaves of pleasure you’re subjected to at the expense of his taunting. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you for a second as you undulate your hips against his thigh in those messy circles you like so much, choked moans breaking through your every gasp.

You’re so lightheaded.

Nerves ultra sensitive from the lack of air and tequila buzz as you bite your lip, bringing your hands to your chest, pulling your bra and dress down to let your breasts spill out; pulling and tweaking the hard nubs shamelessly as you do. What was it about him that made you act this way?

You feel so good, you don’t even care to find the answer. Bathing in the heat of his stare, you rock your wet cunt back and forth over the hardness of his thigh, the fabric of his pants giving the most delicious friction against your throbbing clit. His brows furrow in arousal as he watches you fuck yourself on his leg, moaning like every bit of the slut you looked like with his hand around your throat. But you would get much louder than this- that he knew from experience.

Your attention gets bought back to the man you’re minutes away from coming on when his other hand wraps itself in your hair and pulls. It’s intense. White-hot pleasure that comes with the burning sting as you cry out, hips jerking as your legs shake at how close you are. He pulls again, moving your head farther back, exposing your neck as he licks a fat, wet stripe up the sensitive, sweat slick skin all the way to your mouth and you can’t stop moving your hips as your eyes roll back- heart racing from how much you’re feeling, soaked hole clenching around nothing. His voice clears some of the fog about to take you but his words cause the shame this time.

“Does your father know you’re here?” You pinch your lips together in embarrassment, because no- he didn’t know. You told him you’d be back before the set time but here you were almost 2 hours past. He jerks his thigh against your center harshly, cutting off your wail with a tight hand and you swear you see lights.

“Answer me, coherently. I want to hear those big girl words.” Fuck.

It’d be a lie to say you wish he wasn’t so mean. It was part of his charm, the edge that made him that more interesting and irresistible. You swallow as best you can, sniffling wetly through the water that’s already gathering in your eyes and the sight and sound make him so feral that he’s ready to take you on the floor, fucking you stupid on the glittering black marble.

“N-no..my dad doesn’t know-“, the faux shock on his face shifts into contemplation and you can not have that as you rush the words out,

“And you can’t tell him! Please! He’ll flip if he finds out..” He wasn’t a snitch but you didn’t know that, begging sweetly for him not to rat you out- even holding off your orgasm just for him and he’s filled with that same sick rush as before. You were so delectable. So sweet, so wet- your teary doe eyes too- and so pliant beneath him.

He shuts you up by bringing his face close to yours, smelling the flavor of your lip gloss while enjoying the suddenly shy look on your pretty face at him studying you so closely as he whispers,

“Open your mouth.”

Huh? He’s close enough to kiss you so is that it? Your heart threatens to give out at the thought of him kissing you. Kissing is so…intimate. So is sex but there’s something about both your eyes being closed as you lean in, trusting one to guide the other. Especially since you still hardly knew each other…

Would you like to know him?

You ignore the tear between your gut instincts and your feelings and open your mouth. The pleased hum he rewards you with makes you keen but as the hand around your windpipe tightens and your heart stops as you feel plush lips drag across your cheek…. Right before a warm wad of saliva hits the your tongue, sliding down the back of your throat. Did he just-

You swallow on instinct and only then does he kiss you on the mouth. It’s short but demanding and so, so good- your eyes fluttering shut, hips returning to their motions with more urgency than before as he absolutely devours your mouth, licking into it like he’s trying to find traces of him; pulling away with a mean suck of your bottom lip and you gasp wetly.

“Good girl.”

You bite your lip and the water that was already gathering in your eyes spills over, panting as you try not to be swept away by the consuming waves of crushing bliss but you can’t stop your fucking self from grinding your clit against his leg, humping it with pathetically watery sobs.

He knows you’re close, that familiar pained expression on your flushed face but instead of putting you out of your misery; he decides to- “Ah ah. No-“, but it’s too late and he knew that full well before he even started. He was already planning on you disobeying, that way your punishment would be that much more…satisfying.

He watches with lidded eyes as your orgasm rips through you, grabbing his wrist for stability, hips twitching out of their messy rhythm and you wail; coming so hard it hurts. The torrent of euphoria submerges you for what will go down as the longest minutes of your life and when you come down, you’re distantly grateful for his hand because you wouldn’t be able to hold your head up otherwise.

The spot beneath your pulsating cunt is wet and he leans his head back with a pleased sigh. He was going to fuck you up in the best ways. Your makeup is messier now thanks to your tears as you sniffle weakly, trying to catch your breath and he has to hold himself back from sliding your dazed self onto the ground and-

“Sorry…m’sor- I couldn’t hold it..”, you slur out as he moves his thigh, making you stand on wobbly legs; still lightheaded from your high. Mentally, he goes through all the things he can put your soft body through as he fixes your dress, pulling what little there is of it- down as he decides what to do with you.

“It’s ok. You’ll make it up to me.” He smiles at the way you nod almost dumbly, holding your hand- ready to take you with him before looking you over, eyes searching for something.

“Where’s your phone?”

You groan because the answer was embarrassing but one you were sure he’d get off on. Shifting uncomfortably, you mumble out; “it’s in the waistband…” Oh? His night just keeps getting more and more interesting. Your face warms more as his voice takes on a mocking sort of condescending.

“Waistband of what?” Your embarrassment is just as sweet as you are and he barely holds back his smirk.

“…my thong.”

It’s a good thing you’re not looking at him because the dark glint on his face would’ve sent you running for the hills. Moving closer, he takes his time running his hand down your side, making your breath hitch as he runs it smoothly into the side where your dress cuts to open back, feeling around near your hips where the soft skin gives to the pressure of fabric until he feels your phone- pulling it out.

He really needed to stop touching you so casually. It wasn’t good for your sanity. But, he doesn’t care as he squeezes your hand, making you focus up again.

“What’s your password?” You narrow your eyes but tell him anyway because you know if you don’t, he’ll make you. You wait anxiously as you watch him scroll for a bit before pressing something and typing some more before he locks it, sliding it into his suit pocket as he pulls you along with him.

“What-”

“Now your friends won’t come looking for you.” Your heart thumps, pumping heat through your veins at the many implications of his statement. He guides you down through the back corridor of the club and you notice the farther you get, the softer the music is until it’s quiet and your looking at a neon pink door before being pulled out of the building into the cool night air, walking towards a large, dark fancy car parked across from it.

He never breaks his stride as he walks you toward it, letting go of your hand to open the backseat door, turning to you with dark eyes and a grin softer than anything he’s going to do to you tonight.

“Get in.”

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He doesn’t take you home.

Instead, you’re snatched into the open space of the back and he’s right behind you; slamming the door as he kneels behind you, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck, he manhandles you chest down to the leather seat, cheek flush against the cool surface with your ass up. There’s a deep groan that shakes you to your core as he drinks in your form with greedy eyes. You looked so appetizing that he’s tempted to keep you even after he’s done with you. Smooth ass up in the air, back arched nice and pretty for him, legs open as one balances on the seat and the other on the floor giving him a clear view of your wet pussy- their swollen lips being outlined by the scrap of wet fabric barely covering them.

The backseat of his car is plenty big enough but because of his height, he still has to maneuver a bit, taking off his suit jacket he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt before winding his hand back.

Your nerves are already on high alert, panting as you hear the rustling of his clothes then nothing. The concept of relaxing your body doesn’t even fully make it to your mind when a heavy slap has fire blooming across your ass and you choke.

The initial pain is just a prelude though as you hear a low laugh and your thong is ripped clean off you before more spanks rain down on your asscheeks. Each hit is hard, making the sensitive skin tint as it recoils from the strength behind the burning hits. You end up coughing, trying to gasp but it ends in a desperate sob as the sting begins to warm and the sting of his palm leaves shockwaves of pleasure that fester in your lower body, making your cunt pulse as he watches slick ooze from your tight hole, pupils blown.

“I know exactly what to do with you.”

You hear him but you don’t get to respond, eyes fluttering back in complete bliss as you’re suddenly stuffed with 3 of his perfectly thick fingers. All three immediately curl up like they’re trying to poke your bellybutton before thrusting in and out, brushing his thumb against your clit after every nasty squelch. Each mean swipe of his fingers sends you closer to oblivion as you feel yourself start to drift. You fog up his windows with your moans, lipgloss smeared against his seat but it’s all pointless because you’re going to cum. And when you cum, it’s gonna be your ass because you can’t catch your breath enough to ask him coherently if you were allowed to.

The fingers inside you curl completely, grinding against that sweet bundle of nerves inside you and your inner thighs spasm as you wail- hiccuping loudly, you cry in pleasure when the dam breaks and oh god you’re coming.

Your eyes snap shut as you try not to pass out from all the sensations. It’s like you’ve been dunked in lava- your orgasm blazing as it consumes you. You don’t even scream anymore, just crying and whining as you shake; cunt spasming from trying to withstand the waves. You usually never cum so hard and you worry that if this becomes a daily thing it’ll shorten your lifespan.

It’s cute. Watching you struggle not to be overwhelmed by him. You don’t even hear him unzip his pants, fat cock bobbing as it beads with precum, cooing as a certain realization finally creeps up on you. That his fingers were still fucking into your tight snatch, grinding away at your g-spot.

“Since you couldn’t stop yourself from coming…”

Oh no. Nononononono-

“I don’t want you to stop coming.” The broken sob that reaches his ears has a thick shiver of arousal run through him as wretches his hand out of your hole only to smack heavy wet spanks onto your erect clit.

Your heart stops and a few seconds later you can’t hear or see either as you cum for the third time that night, mouth dropping open in a silent scream as you squirt all over him and his luxury car, drool spilling into the space under your cheek. It’s almost miserable as your arch deepens, body trembling until consciousness returns to you in a flood of lights and you go boneless.

Even in the mess he’s made of you, he likes this look much better than the polished party princess from earlier. You looked pretty before but now your fucked out form looked good enough to eat, punched out gasps leaving your chest. Taking his fingers out, he cleans your cum off them, eyes fluttering at the taste as he runs his other hand up and down your back, settling on your deep arch when he feels your shaky hand reach back to grip his thigh.

“G’nna fuck me now?” Oh, poor thing. He was going to fuck you stupid. Shame that you already sounded so dazed when the fun was just getting started. Grabbing his cock with the hand that was covered in you, he slides it between your folds, groaning at the hot slick, moving back and forth- fat head bumping your clit.

“Yeah, baby. ‘M gonna fuck you but”, he pulls your head back by your hair, the burn brings you out of your haze a bit and you hum to let him know you’re listening,

“You better not pass out. Understand?” You bite your lip, moaning from your throat as you wiggle your hips, feeling the weight of his cock against your hole but not sliding in until you agree.

“Mhm, yes sir-” He cuts you off with a snap of his hips, thrusting into your sopping heat with chest thick groan, hissing through his teeth- tingles buzzing through him. You were still so wet and tight, pussy almost choking his length as he set to thrusting right away; fat cock battering your insides.

The stretch hurt. But it hurt so good and you find that you missed being stuffed so full, crying out with the grip on your hair tightening while he fucked you like he paid for you. Broken wails spill from your throat at the harsh way he pounds them out of you, front snapping against your ass. Watching the bounce with hungry eyes, veins on his forearms popping out from every time he pulled- eventually burying his hand deeper- holding you down as he goes harder, hips snapping nice ‘n deep against yours and you scream in bliss.

You feel so fucked up because even though you were so sensitive that it bordered on painful you can’t keep yourself from whining for more. He was just as fucked up though. Apparently being a facilitator of murder wasn’t enough, now he was fucking his friend’s daughter- that he was much older than- senseless at almost 2 in the morning but you looked damn good while he did.

Messy hair and tear streaked makeup, bite swollen lips with your pretty little dress yanked up, dark handprints bruised all over your backside while you get railed with your ass up. Yeah. If you were fucked up for this then it was fine; he was beyond fucked up too.

Slick runs down the inside of your thighs and you groan, muscles spasming as you feel your impending orgasm get closer, bleating screams rising in pitch when you feel him grind filthily at the gooey bundle of nerves inside you and you don’t have the presence of mind to be embarrassed at the way your cunt leaks like a ruptured faucet, ruining his pants again.

His rakes his fingers firmly through your scalp and the sound that comes from you is nothing short of pathetic- making his smirk positively wolffish when he leans down close; licking a wet stripe from your cheek to your ear. It’s primal and he revels in your shudder, voice rasp with heady arousal as he purrs out,

“Cum. Squirt yourself to a headache f’me, princess. You earned it.”

You’re sure that in the moments that follow, you pass away. Unlike your previous orgasms that only ripped through you, this one rips you apart and it’s devastating. Chest burning, you black out. Molten hot euphoria makes every synapse inside of you sizzle until your nerves light off as liquid shoots from your cunt that’s tightened around his fat cock like a vice; milking him in the wake of your bliss. His own eyes roll back as he fucks you through both of your highs, cursing at the mind numbing pleasure.

He turns you over without pulling out, hissing at your wrecked appearance before leaning down to catch you in a deep kiss, moving your head with the force as your lips smack against each other. You jerk when you feel him tongue along the inseam of your cheek before he pulls away with a short gasp, pulling out with a sigh. Letting you watch him as he fixes his pants but not his hair, leaving the strands that had fallen in his face when he was inside you.

You sigh at the relief of pressure finally off your back, leaning into his touch when he moves to grasp your chin. All he has to do is raise an eyebrow for you to get it, making his chest roll in satisfaction.

“Thank you for making me cum, sir.” Your voice is still scratchy from the work he put your vocal cords through and he huffs out a breath, smiling gracefully down at you.

“Of course, baby.” The petname brings another surge of heat to your face as you look away from him. You’re cute. How you’re shy after everything you’ve done together. He moves his hand and shuffles back, long arm reaching behind him to open the door and you slam your legs shut, which did nothing since your little dress never covered a damn thing even when it was pulled down.

Getting out, he swipes his suit jacket off the back of a seat, dropping it over your near naked form with a chuckle before closing the door as he walks through the night air to the drivers side, starting his car the second he gets in before he listens to the thoughts telling him to just take you.

“…soooo- what now?” You ask shyly because you’re still unsure about whatever dynamic you two had; even though it was very fun, there was still the age gap and the fact that he was buddies with your dad. The soreness was already starting to set in and you’re tired.

“We are going to a store- so you can clean up and get something that actually functions as clothing before I take you home.” Huh?

“You’re not gonna tell?” The confusion in your voice makes him laugh as he flicks his eyes up at you through the mirror.

“No. I got something out of it too, remember?” You hear the teasing in his voice and it makes you jittery, nodding in response as he speeds up. He honestly had no business looking that sexy while driving, pouting until his voice breaks you out of your reverie; his next words send your heart racing.

“I’ll keep your secrets if you keep being a good little thing. Deal?”

You’re silent as you mull it over. You already have secrets so what’s one more? Biting your lip, you think of just how much fun this could be. A little series (😉) of rendezvous with a forbidden man. Your dad never had to know.

And since you know he’ll never tell….

“Deal.”

He smiles, dark eyes brimming with something unsettling. He couldn’t wait to turn you out.

You still had no idea who he was and for your sake, he hopes on your behalf that it stays that way.

Part 3…

[lewisvinga]

ultimate wag | alex albon & lily muni he x fem! reader

summary; alex and lily soft launching their relationship with y/n but everyone keeps assuming they’re friends, so y/n takes matters into her own hands to hard launch

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; suggestive comments

taglist; @namgification

notes; requested! ALEX AND LILY ARE MY SHITTT, i am actually so in love w them both , they’re soooo🤭

masterlist !

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username: ALEXLSKD

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alex_albon: cool

lilymhe: u were the least cool out of all of us

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yourusername: she’s right you were

carmenmmundt: i miss you girlies!! we need to link up soon !

lilymhe: YES i’ve miss you too😢

yourusername: girls trip this time?😁

georgerussell63: not you guys keeping the bad bitches out

alex_albon: how rude!

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alex_albon: recharging 🔋

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yourusername: lils was thinkin’ hard

alex_albon: thinking hard or hardly thinking

lilymhe: you both know what i was thinking about 😼

yourusername: oh!

alex_albon: there are children (logan) here, lily!

logansargeant: oh! 2x

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username: the way y/n is holding onto alex and lily???? seems more than friendship to me😭

username: nah she’s always been cuddly, that’s how she is i think

landonorris: did you fall

alex_albon: wtf no

yourusername: liar! i have a video of it!

landonorris: SHAREEE

username: alex and his gf and his gf’s gf

username: lily is stronger than me bc if my friend was holding my bf’s face like that, we wouldn’t be friends anymore

lilymhe uploaded to their story!

[caption 1; happy birthday, pretty girl💗💗] [caption 2; too tired to walk in her heels😴 ( told her to not wear the ysl heels bc we were going to walk a long distance 🙄 )]

alex_albon uploaded to their story!

[caption 1; happy birthday, sweet girl🌸] [caption 2; my girls post 2 bottles of wine]

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username: i didn’t expect this at all

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username: OOMF ON TWITTER WAS RIGHT?

[skylarsblue]

❁Love & Deepspace❁

Incorrect Quotes - 1 (Divider by @elfbar-baby )

Sylus: Why do I make them so uncomfortable? MC: They feel your methods, your theories are…. Sylus:Spooky? Sylus: Do you think I’m spooky? MC: I think you're silly. Sylus: Silly? MC: Silly goose even.

(Event minigame) *tower LEANS, but doesn’t fall*

Rafayel: >:3 MC: ARE YOU KIDDING?! THAT’S UNFAIR, YOU MADE T- I need to calm down. Rafayel: …(Name)- MC: Everything’s fine. I’m an adult.

- Zayne, genuinely concerned: How’s your head? MC, with a headache: Well I haven’t had any complaints yet. Zayne: …excuse me? MC: Hm? Oh! Uh- I think I’ll live.

- Caleb: You need to eat. Here, an apple a day keeps the doctor away. MC: …I’m allergic to apples. Caleb: What? No you’re not? Since wh- Zayne, appearing: Caleb: THE FU-

- *phone ringing* MC: Ugh- Wh- hello? Rafayel: Text me. *hangs up* MC: *looks at phone* What the fu-

- (OOC but shh) MC: Yeah I’m gonna try and stay out of drama, focus on work, be a better person- Tara: Guess who got caught sucking dick in the bathroom. MC: Who?! *falls out of chair*

- MC: Now is there a problem? NPC: No I don’t want no problem. MC: Yeah that’s what I thought. *steps away* NPC: walkawaylilpunkass- MC:*holds up microphone* Speak up, I couldn’t hear you bitch.

- Zayne: And what’s your reasoning for killing three people? Caleb: I mean, shit, I’m a Gemini! Sylus: I understand completely. MC:No!

- (I don’t hate Caleb but my partner does and it’s super funny)

Caleb: *sigh* Rafayel: Do you ever shut the fuck up? Zayne: What’d he do? Rafayel: Bitch gon’ breathe. Zayne: He stays doing annoying shit.

- MC: Did you drink my juice? Caleb: Yeah but i didn’t know it was yours. MC:…bitch my name. Is on. The bottle. Caleb: …🏃🏻‍♂️ MC: GET YOUR ASS BAC-

- Tara: What’re you all dressed up for? Where’re you going? MC:, going into snapshots: I’m taking selfies.

- Caleb: *enters* Rafayel: Ah hell- See I thought I was gonna have a happy day today, but then you walked in. Zayne: What did he do? Rafayel: Exist. Zayne: Why would you do that to him? Caleb: I JUST GOT HERE-

- Sylus: Okay, you’re driving pretty good. Luke: I’ve been practicing!- Sylus: But if it start raining dicks which way do you swerve? Luke , trying to remember which gear to shift in: …what?

- (IM SO SORRY AHAHAAH)

MC: Babe I just want you back- Tara: *hits stereo button to play track* MC: PSYCHE BITCH! I don’t want’chu, fuck-a you and your grandma too bitch what the fuck is up- Caleb: ?????

- Caleb: S-say it again. MC: No way José? Caleb: That’s right! WHO is José? MC: Babe it’s just a thing- 6th LI: Andale- Caleb: WHO THE FUCK IS HE-

- (Im so so sorry)

Teacher!Zayne: Pop quiz guys. Greyson: I don’t even know any of the answers- Zayne: Okay, we’ll start with an easy one. Whose wife cheated on them January 22nd? Greyson: Uhm, is it- Zayne: MINE!

- (This how quick some of y’all switched by the way)

Caleb: *holding book in the air* Haha! MC: C’mon give it back! Caleb: First you gotta say my name- MC: Alright, big daddy. Now come on give it b- Caleb: ….my name Cale-

- Sylus: You’ve been in your room all day. Kieran: No earlier I went- Sylus: You’ve been in your room all day. Kieran: …earlier I- Sylus: Don’t talk back.

- MC:Hey grandma- Granny: Can you get in the oven to clean it? MC: …….bye grandma-

- Kid: Ms.Hunter I think there’s a wanderer under my bed. MC: Hun, there’s no wanderer’s under your b- *looks* Wanderer: LONG DICK STYLE- MC: pulling out a gun: Okay, we’re leaving.

- Sylus: RAFAYEL, What, what is this? *holds up belt* Rafayel: That would be a Louis Vuitton belt, Syl- Sylus: Have you lost your mind- this is a Gucci household, gill-boy.

- MC:So you been spying on me? Caleb: I mean I was but I’m not a spy- MC: You know what they call people who spy on people? SPIES Caleb: Oo bars, but look I’m not-

- Sylus: Today’s a good day to get out of the house. Kieran: See I- I can’t fly yet. Sylus: That sounds like a you problem. Kieran: I- I’m yo s- Boss.

- MC: That’s why yo dick little- Caleb: BITCH YOU KNOW MY SHIT DETACHABLE…put the wrong one on, shit-

- Sylus: Bitch I can sing. Rafayel: Bitch sing something. Sylus: *crow caw* Rafayel: Bitch you can’t sing. Sylus: Bitch you’re right, shit-

- Zayne: Do you know where the bathroom is? Caleb: Yeah, go straight down there andsuckadick- Zayne: Pardon? Caleb: I said you gotta go straight down. Zayne: ...alright- Caleb: andIhopeyoudiewhenyougetthere. Then make a left-

[bucknastysbabe]

above is death - b.barnes - the reaper

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Descriptions of dying, Angel of death Bucky, open ending, loopholes to have sex, pnv!sex, dirty talk, time skips, open ending

A/N: this is a repost I am the bitch in question who wrote this

Death followed you around. Literally. You could see the grim reaper. You wished that you were just tripping balls. He had a idiotic nickname. Also he was strangely cheery and grumpy simultaneously. Bucky. You were also in love with him.

You remembered the first time you saw him.

The boy in front of you was coughing and writhing on the ground. You watched in horror as his face turned purple, unable to draw breath. Your classmates screamed and cried, the teacher trying to dislodge the toy in his windpipe to no avail.

A man was standing just outside the circle. He wore a strange blue coat. Swept dark hair and a nice looking face. He stared at the boy and checked his watch. In the midst of the chaos he just stood and waited.

You walked to his side and yanked on a blue sleeve. It was horribly cold to the touch so you ripped your hand away in shock. He jumped and looked down at you, obviously startled. The man growled, “You aren’t supposed to see me.” You didn’t know why he said that. So you asked, “Why not? I see you just fine.”

He raised a brow, mouth agape in confusion.

“You’re very cold and weird, mister.”

The man in blue shook his head and stepped forward to the boy— lifeless in the teachers arms. Sadness twisted your gut at the sight. In a flash another version of your dead classmate was next to the strange figure, who grabbed the boy’s hand. They passed you hand-in-hand.

“Forget you saw anything. Must’ve been a mistake,” he grumbled.

After that first incident, you’d seen the man in blue a two more times. He was even more surprised than you were, getting quite angry about it actually. But you shrugged and told him you had no clue why he was showing up.

By the third occasion you were 13 years old. A girl had been struck by a car after school. There he was at the crosswalk. You deadpanned, “Do I always have to see you at the sites of horrific deaths? What are you, the grim reaper?” He narrowed his eyes in annoyance, full lips in a pout.

“My boss must have fucked this up,” he groused.

“Well, are you the grim reaper or not?”

He rolled his eyes, shoving his big hands into coat pockets. “I’m not the grim reaper, girl.” You frowned at his rude tone and spat, “What are you then? A man dressed in old ass clothes ushering dead people,” you chirped, “An angel!”

The man looked like he was going to take you next before gritting out, “I’m an angel of death. You happy? I got to get this soul to the afterlife now. Bye.” You watched him grab the girl’s hand gently, crossing the rest of the road. He was kind of hot, you thought.

It was a long time before he would make his appearance again but sometimes you swore blue eyes and a matching coat would swirl in your dreams. Life went on. You were bored most of the time, researching about the afterlife for fun. Which didn’t attract many friends.

It was after senior prom. You were dazed on the side of the road, nose bloody and cracked. The boy who had taken you was crumpled behind the wheel— pinched between the car and a tree. He was drunk, so were you, and the other two were either still in the car or flung to the pavement.

Heavy boots crunched in front of your face. Your eyes almost crossed trying to focus on them. The man in blue’s familiar voice sighed, “I thought I was going to have to take you tonight.” Blearily you turned to look up at the twisted angel. He frowned down at you, face ashen.

“C-can you help me up?”

“Yes. But be quick, I don’t wish to rip the soul from your body.”

His icy touch yanked you upright and let go. The skin on your shoulder burned and tingled from the freezing temperature. You slurred, “Need’ta call…the police.” Utter panic and grief was beginning to fill your chest. You looked at him and whimpered, “Please help.”

He kneeled down to you and shook his head, a sad smile on his handsome face. The angel murmured, “That’s not my job. I can’t change fate.” Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you sobbed, “B-but we didn’t mean to! I should’ve called someone, fuck.”

He wiped a tear away, droplet crystallizing, the burn from the cold was less intense on your alcohol flushed cheeks.

He sighed, “You’re a stupid kid. You’ll have to live with it, I’m sorry. The police are on their way.” Your head hung between your legs as you cried. Crickets and the sound of wind echoed around— like nothing ever occurred.

You could hear sirens in the distance. The man in blue stood up. In a raspy crack you asked, “Whas’ your name?” He stilled suddenly, shoulders tightening. The angel of death had the police lights flicker over his sharp cheeks while he said, “James,” his jaw worked over, “Bucky, call me Bucky.”

“Bucky,” you whispered to yourself, shaking even in the humid air of the night.

Life got better after that horrid night. You’d gone to therapy and many court-ordered classes into your freshman year of college. You were getting a degree in history and religion. If the angel of death that frequented your life would show up maybe you could get some answers and make a shit ton of money from it.

You honestly didn’t care if that fell through— something told you that life would likely be a short occurrence.

After your 21st birthday you groggily laid in your dark bedroom. With a groan you flipped over, head aching like hell. Maybe old Bucky would put you out of your misery. Flipping around a couple more times you paused.

Something was off.

You felt a horrid chill in the room and the feeling of someone watching you. Bolting upright with a wince you shouted in fear, “Motherfucker!” The blue angel himself was standing over your bed, an amused smirk on his face.

“What the hell are you doing here? Am I dying?”

He chuckled, leaning against your drawers, “The guy below you will be in about ten minutes. I noticed you were around and wanted to say hello.” You squinted at him in the low light and muttered, “Well hello to you, Bucky the herald of death.”

He grinned rakishly and hummed, “How have you been holding up? It dawned on me how nice it would be to have a living person to talk to. The other angels are boring.” With a grunt he pushed himself up to sit on the drawer.

“Well. I’ve been studying a lot. Last night was my twenty-first and I’m very hungover right now to be honest.” He laughed and inquired, “What’cha studying?”

You told him about the history and religion stuff, even hinting at him spilling the deets for your eventual book. To which he scoffed and flat out said no. After a pointed pause and Bucky checking his watch one more time he asked, “Can I see you again?”

You shrugged. Why not after all? He smiled like a giddy boy and bid goodbye with a salute. Flopping onto the pillows you laughed, “What the actual fuck?”

Bucky was true to his word, visiting quite often. Sometimes he was in a good mood. Other days the angel said he wanted company and nothing more. Spending eternity escorting dead people to the afterlife was not the most cheery affair. When he was in better spirits the man could be a chatterbox, telling stories of other angels and bantering with you on the mortal plane.

You’d grown very fond of him, almost too fond. His presence would grow closer and closer until Bucky was perched on your bed, long legs slung off the side. You’d been wearing warm clothes to combat the chill he emitted. Down deep the yearn for Bucky’s touch intensified by tenfold.

One night you had taken a guy home, a tipsy hook-up and nothing more. You were on your hands and knees, the man drunkenly rutting into your cunt. You almost bit your tongue off when Bucky’s icy blue eyes were directly in your line of sight. A shiver rolled down your spine, nipples peaking almost painfully.

You glared at him, tilting your head for the handsome angel to leave. He pouted and whined, “Really? This guy fucks like a clown.” On a disjointed thrust you gasped, “Uh-huh! Sure.” Bucky tilted his head and a devious smile flitted over his features. He hummed, “Does he feel any good? Bet I could do better than that. Maybe I should possess the idiot and fuck you like you need.”

A warbling whine exited your throat at Bucky’s heated words. You begged, “Oh fuck, please.” His sharp white teeth flashed before your blue angel of death disappeared. Then the drunk pawing stopped, hands gripping your waist tightly. Lips found your ear, cooing, “That’s much better. Shame about his dick size but we can make it work.”

You didn’t want to know what he was wielding if this fling’s already decent sized package wasn’t up to his standards. Bucky— well the flesh bag that was housing him— laved at your neck. You moaned, “He’s, ah, not gonna die, shit! Or anything?”

Bucky laughed, “No, possessing someone is different than me physically making contact. It’s all fucking weird,” he gave an experimental roll of his hips, “Enough questions. Can I fuck my favorite mortal now? I’ve got about an hour.”

You groaned as he pounded into your suddenly sopping cunt. Bucky nipped along the column of your neck, murmuring about ‘how pretty’ you were. In a quick motion he jerked you flush to his chest, laughing darkly. You yelped and writhed around his pulsing cock, overwhelmed with his attentions.

He felt up your tits, tweaking the swollen buds. You turned to the strangers face and imagined it was Bucky’s, pleading, “Kiss me, c’mon Buck, please?” His eyes softened and he took your mouth hotly, tongues immediately into play. His lips massaged your own while sharing eachother.

The lip lock grew messy and slick while he drove into your most sensitive spots. Bucky teased, “That feel good huh? Pretty baby gets a little fuck-dumb,” he took in your glassy eyes with awe, “Betcha’ didn’t know that, just needed someone to treat you right.” All you could do was whine and shiver, desperately licking against stranger’s lips.

He nuzzled into your hair while holding on your waist— hips snapping brutally into your pussy. You wailed in pleasure, meeting his hips in sharp slaps and sharp cries. Bucky ran his mouth to no avail. Just accelerating the breakneck pace to your orgasm.

Wracking with a shiver you whined, “You feel so fucking good, god, don’t stop!” He groaned against your lax lips, “I won’t, not until my baby cums on my cock.” One of the man’s hands snaked to your obscenely swollen clit, drawing circles around the flushed bud. You cried out again, almost jerking away from the intensity if it weren’t for the arm snug around your waist.

He didn’t relent, fingers lazily striking the sensitive nerves. Bucky smirked and teased meanly, hoarse whispers in your ear. Your belly was growing hot, hot, hot and tight. Every nerve ending felt alight from Bucky’s onslaught on your clit and weeping pussy. You whimpered softly, him cooing, “I know babydoll, I know, feels s’good ya’ don’t know up from down. Let it happen.”

When the inevitable coil broke your body seized as pathetic noises left your throat. Bucky cursed and moaned at the feeling of you squeezing his notcock. Big hands rubbed at your waist and the soft skin under your breasts. He lazily rolled his hips through your convulsing and crying, eventually pulling out and spilling on your ass with a broken cry.

You panted raggedly and leaned back against a hard chest. He chuckled, “You good sweetheart?” A dumb shake of your head was all you could manage in return. He stayed in the stranger’s body to hold you, a hand rubbing your hip warmly. His blue eyes scanned you, almost wistful in nature.

You looked up at him and asked, “Think we could keep this up,” you paused, “Whole possessing and having good sex thing?”

Bucky chuckled softly.

You chewed on your lip, nuzzling the stranger’s body, “They don’t remember any of this do they? Then maybe we shouldn’t.”

“It will be like a dream for them. Weird memory or so. So yeah, I think we can keep it up,” he smiled, “I keep my eye on you anyways— I’ll find the time. But I’ve gotta go now.” Before you could speak he was back out in his usual blue form, face pouty. Scrambling towards the edge of the bed you reached out, “A kiss?”

Bucky frowned, blue eyes mournful. He murmured, “Only when it’s your time sweetheart. Gotta use the others. Have a good night.”

You frowned and let him go, flopping back onto the bed with the idiot you’d brought home. He wasn’t your Bucky that’s for sure. More research on angels of death will be your next excursion.

In the meantime you were deep into school, researching, and church of all places. Then fucking Bucky in another man’s form all over the place. On the couch, shower, bathroom stalls, tables in so many different positions. Heavenly.

But the ache to be one with Bucky, James, was growing fervent and strong. It was only a snap until you fucked it up or something. Which you did.

This time you’d brought home some dumb Nordic exchange student named Thor. He had a massive cock and that’s what Bucky requested. On orgasm number three, face shoved into the pillows you cried out, “I love you! James, Bucky- fuck- I love you!”

Then he was gone. Thor was slumped over, snoring. But you’d never felt so alone. Of course he didn’t want you, just needed a fix in his dreary life. You cried silently, apologizing to the void.

A couple of weeks later you sat on a park bench reading Dante’s Inferno. It was sunny and nice, something you needed after the depression from Bucky’s rejection. You flipped a page, wind sifting your hair.

“I want you to myself and I can’t. So I bolted like a coward.”

You whipped to look at Bucky’s handsome face, unbidden tears rising. Your lip jutted as you glared, trying to not cry. Bucky’s brows were pinched and his jaw worked. He mumbled, “I love you. I love you. I love you,” the brunette blinked back tears, “I’m trying to find a way. I am. I’d give up immortality in a heartbeat.”

You pondered over his words, nails digging into your book. Taking a deep breath you grumbled, “Don’t do that to me again. I was so..lost.” He nodded in agony, fingers twitching to console you. Bucky hummed, “I’m talking with my boss soon, maybe you can join me.” He checked his watch with a huff.

You nodded slowly and asked, “Do you want me to walk with you to the site?”

A tear fell down his porcelain cheeks, “Please.”

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

just got my wisdom teeth out and owwww ow ow

pls give yves and montgomery helping reader after the surgury….. would love to see monty lovign on boss ass bitch reader who normally is so put togethre but now needs him to get them fresh ice eveu 15 minutes and listen to them whine about their whole mouth hirting

okay i was imagining them separate but now i am thinkign it wiuld also b funny if they were taking care of rwader together <3 but mostly i wann see put together reader forced to enjoy monry’s company but also be like well this is great that i don’t have to do shit myself lolz AHH just got blood on my pillow fuck

okay bye i go slep <3 i spit out part of a totth i’m not sure if that’s supposed to happen

thaaaaaaaank you an no oressure

"I know, honey." Montgomery petted your head as you whined about your gums throbbing in excruciating pain, his other hand helped you put the ice pack wrapped in a cloth up to your cheek. You kept moaning in pain, letting beads of tears roll down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry darlin'... I wish I could take your place for ya'." You writhe in his lap, but his hold on the ice pack never left. Montgomery planted numerous kisses onto various parts of your head, hoping to distract you from the swelling.

You felt him jolt when he heard the front door opening. You weakly tilted your head to see what was happening.

"What the fuck- I just changed the damn locks!" Montgomery, surprised, was scowling at Yves who entered your house as if he's coming home.

You let out a weak greeting, feeling relieved that he's here because he makes everything right. You expected him to fix this, to take away the agony that Montgomery is desperately trying to free you from but failing.

"Hello, dear." Yves smiled at you and disregarded Montgomery's presence entirely. His voice was kept at a minimum, as to not aggravate you more.

You close your eyes and bury your head in Montgomery's chest, knowing that it will take some time for Yves to wash and disinfect his hands before performing his usual magic. And Montgomery being the man you loved, smugly took this as a sign that you chose him over his rival.

You heard some shuffling. He has returned from performing his hygiene rituals. Yves must be preparing all the items he needed to perform a miracle on the coffee table.

"(name)." He stole your attention, making you lift your head up.

"Leave 'em alone, they're in pain and you're makin' it worse." Montgomery scooted away from the other male, who merely crossed his legs and watched.

"Open your mouth." Of course, he ignores the lower lifeform in the room.

You heeded his instructions and allowed access. Yves hovered his hand close to your face, only to be slapped away by Montgomery.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" He hissed. Yves glared at him and disinfected his hands again with some sanitizer.

"I am changing their gauze, it is completely saturated with their blood." His next attempt to extract the soaked gauze was successful.

"You were supposed to change it every 30 minutes, you fool." Yves spat at Montgomery but with his voice lowered to a hush, so you wouldn't need to be acutely aware that he's berating your partner.

Montgomery shot him a dirty look, but couldn't utter a word because the guilt started setting in. He realized that he should have known better, but he wouldn't admit to Yves that he's incapable of taking care of you.

"My love, when was your last dose of painkillers?" His tone softened considerably, almost like he was never hostile to anyone in the room.

You couldn't answer him. And he correctly took that as a confirmation that Montgomery never gave you any.

He brought his piercing gaze back up to the man holding you. He was merciful enough to let Montgomery explain himself, before tearing another one into him.

"I-I don't want my precious to be eatin' all kinds of strange--"

"Yeller, the painkillers are meant to relieve them of their pain. Hence the name; pain, killers. I do not expect very much from you, but I do expect simple comprehension of English. At least." Yves wasn't even looking at Montgomery as he removed a pill from a blister pack.

"I don't trust no pill, those damn side effects are gonna kill them!"

"It will not." Glowered Yves.

"Oh yeah? How the hell would you-"

"It will not, Yeller." Montgomery was about to argue again, but was immediately silenced when Yves presented Montgomery's hospital wristband from months earlier. Your husband was brought back to the time where he thought Yves was an oracle, with all the impossible knowledge he had on the two of you.

"...Whatever, you fuckin' prick." He looked away and let Yves handle your situation.

He fed you the pill and tipped the mouth of his water bottle to wash it down your throat. You didn't realize how thirsty you were, as Montgomery was too caught up in cuddling and cooing to keep you sufficiently hydrated. This didn't go unnoticed by Yves, he made a mental note to scold him on that later.

When that's all done, he instructed you to open your mouth again so he could put a new, clean gauze over the extraction site.

"Bite down." You did as you were told, and allowed yourself to rest on Montgomery's broad chest once again.

Your husband picked up the ice pack and began icing your cheek. "Everythin' is goin' to be okay, sugar. Everythin's gonna be okay..." He murmured, delicately cradling you in his strong arms.

Yves held onto your hand and tenderly caressed it. Neither man said a word and waited until you slipped into slumber.

Only when you're in deep sleep, did Yves let go of your hand and start to speak.

"I need to talk to you in private, Yeller." Yves is also scowling, crossing his arms.

"Can it wait? You know where I work and my schedule, and you have the fucking key to our home."

"Outside. Now." Yves pointed at the front door, his arm was rigid and voice stern. It almost made Montgomery flinch with how uncannily similar he is to the disciplinarians he used to fear greatly as a child. Perhaps he still does, even to this day as an adult.

"Yeah, yeah. Give me a moment and I'll let you call me stupid as much as you want..." Grumbled Montgomery as he worked carefully to lay you on the sofa.

Yves got up and marched outside to the porch, where the most explosive of arguments can take place without disturbing your sleep.

Montgomery followed soon after, trudging and deeply dreading whatever Yves might say. But he didn't leave without giving you another kiss on the forehead for good luck.

"I'll be back, sweetheart. Gonna get a little scolding from your... goddamned smother" He whispered.

While making his way out, he was mumbling under his breath about how nosy and stuck up Yves is.

While you remain blissfully unaware of the fight or your toothache.

[mjonthetrack]

Di 4

Jewelry Box, Atlanta.

“Everybody getting a damn shot!” Diamond yelled out in the private upstairs VIP area. The woman laughed out when the brokies were jumping up and down after just spending they rent on her new products. She poured some of a top shelf dulce in a girls mouth and waited for the music to come on and she groaned walking to the private lounge where she sat down with a couple of her friends who were also ex dancers.

Dana “Diva” Thomas 37

Trina “Kitty” Davis 42

Trina took a sip from her glass,”ya mama must’ve called huh?” The woman was the top girl when Kya started at Platinum, she looked out for her and Karmen as they were the younger girls. She made sure nobody got too touchy with them and was the first to throw fists behind either of them. She was motherly when Kya lost touch of what that was supposed to be.

Diamond sighed sitting prettily in the booth, she took a hit of hookah passing it to Dana who looked at the woman warily,”you know I heard he out now, you gone want to up security around here because of his crazy ass.” Dana was a year older than her and was a hot head and retired crash out when it came to being a dancer. She was serious about her money and motivated Kya to do better than them, when she stopped dancing she got real good at numbers and was trusted with the businesses accounts.

Diamond rolled her eyes, scooting over when Karma came over and raised her brow grinning,”the fuck is this? A family reunion?!” Trina scoffed snatching the younger woman into a hug,”you killing the short cut lil lady.” Dana smiled brightly hugging the woman, “what’s up hoe! I was just telling boss lady that Quan out.” Karmen’s eyes went wide as her head whipped to Diamond,”bitch you just wasn’t gonna tell me that psycho out on the streets?!” Diamond chugged the rest of her drink,”I just got word from my moms earlier, I’m not worried it’s not like I’m hiding and besides ain’t a damn thing he can do to stop a bullet.” “Amen,” Trina snapped her fingers as Dana lifted her glass to the thought. Karma shook her head,”see uh uh you know he gone be looking for trouble D, you need someone at your crib?”

—

Sefa walked up to the private lounge with Jacob behind him. He noted the group of beautiful women and more specifically his eyes landed on the owner who looked like her mind wasn’t in the right place. Jacob smirked making eye contact with Dana who raised her brows sipping her drink,”uh uh you got male strippers in here too now bitch?! who’s Maui with the dreads?!��

Jacob took the lead heading over to the group lifting Dana’s hand up he kissed the woman’s knuckles,”wassup mamas?” Diamond looked up scrunching her brows but seeing the young dude from earlier in walking distance she sighed,”you must be one of them Samoan’s.” Jacob grinned at her,”you must be boss lady,” he shook her hand but went back to talking with Dana. Trina eyed the pair suspiciously and shook her head,”can’t take her ass anywhere always attracting all types of trouble.” Karma raised her brows nudging Diamonds arm,”you ain’t tell me the new pushers weren’t ugly.” Diamond went to open her mouth when Sefa sat down across from her setting a new drink down in front of her and some appetizers for the table,”yo if you having problems you need taken care of I can help you, off the books.”

Diamond took one look at him and then to Karma and Trina and the trio bursted out in laughter. Sefa raised his brows in confusion as Karma took the plate of cheese tots to herself, Trina scoffed,”boy bye,” turning to talk to Karma. Diamond wiped the amused tear from her laughter fit,”that’s cute little boy but don’t step into my business like that, you don’t know me.” Sefa shrugged,”I’m not a little ass kid I’m twenty seven and I can handle any of your business.” Diamond laughed again gently pinching his cheek patting his face,”oh so you a little ass baby, don’t play games you ain’t got the equipment for.”

[eldritch-spouse]

Hello… Yeah, my boss wants me to *heavy sigh* “work late” again tonight… What choice?! ...*eyes water*… I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap at you… *wipes eyes*...Yeah, it is…*sees Pinter getting out of a meeting looking very irritated*...Sorry dear but I gotta get back to work… I love you too dear, bye-bye *hangs up phone and sighs*

[Mansplain manipulate manwhore time.]

Pinter exits the meeting room with a fearsome scowl.

Some saps just don't quite have the synapses to pick up on what the slime is putting down. Sometimes they're smart enough to realize they need to play along to keep even a shred of their earnings, other times they like to wave their little policies and evident breaches of contract in his face. Like they have a modicum of a choice here. Usually, this amuses the business shark, today it's just irritating him, if you had to guess.

The man who walked in with Pinter is waved away by the fuming monster, likely ordered to get him a drink. And fast.

His eyes scheme the room, and for a sliver of a second, you dare hope that he misses your presence entirely. You even settled by the water dispenser, like some kind of sad decorative plant.

No such mercy.

The slime's whiskers perk and he moves towards you, prompting you to shove your phone away.

" Get me that cunt's profiles again. " Pinter grumbles, adjusting his tie.

" Y- Yes sir. "

He sighs when the poor dude tasked with getting his coffee shows up, taking it and making yet another dismissive flick of the finger to let him know he should leave.

" That your boy calling you just now? "

Boy. Tch.

" No... No, it was just- "

" Don't lie to me, girly. " Pinter chuckles. " I knew you were going to call him when I told you to stay. "

He pauses enough to let you open your mouth but not to let you actually speak.

" You ever notice he always makes you feel like shit when you have to work late? Look at that little frown, hm. You didn't look like that before you called him. "

You huff. " N- No sir, he just cares for my health- "

Pinter laughs. " Oh, you're so cute. Sweetheart, he acts like a manbaby. I bet he got snappy about it again. What's he doing for you? Is he putting in extra hours too? No, I bet he's spreading his ass on the couch and muttering about his bitch of a girlfriend. "

Well, he did start bitching... And that gets on your nerves honestly. Wanting the conversation to end, you simply shrug and look off to the side, waiting.

Your boss beams out of you, jostling you to stand straighter than a plank when he claps a hand onto your shoulder.

" Jeez, you're going to put me in a bad mood like that. " You're pretty sure he's still fuming from that meeting. " How about we get something sweet from that pastry we passed by earlier, hm princess? "

You can't bring yourself to feel offended when that same hand moves to comfortably grab onto the meat of your waist.

[g0ttal0ve101]

Johnny Headcanons <3

TW: GAH!!!! TEXAS MAN JUMPSCARE!!!!!!!!

Note: had to do it to them 😮‍💨 i decided to do a mix of romantic and random hcs cause i thought it was cutie but I did section them off from each other!! might write about tcm later on so i’ll take requests for it!!!!! @twsted-idiot :3

RANDOM

he definitely had a FUCK ASS haircut growing up. all those boys in that damn house did. NANCY HAD NO IDEA WHAT SHE WAS DOING 🗣️💥 she really pulled up with the scissors and said ‘alright sweetie just hold still’ and fucked up his entire life for a hot 10 years. after that no one gets near the hair…

fuck ass teeth lets be soooo real. from the amount of times he’s gotten into fights at the bar or in a street, he definitely lost/chipped a few in his prime teen years. his bottom teeth are also a lil crooked…but it’s cutie on him! our little gummy bear ❤️ (bitch has gums for days it’s ok to admit it!!)

i’ll talk abt a lot of his love languages in the romantic section but let me tell you, he’s good at pulling bitches but has trouble pulling ppl he’s ACTUALLY interested in 🗣️💥

^ what I mean by that is like. if he just wants a good fuck and a bougie dinner, trust he’ll have a bitch under his arm! but if he has someone he genuinely cares about and wants to be with, he’s more reluctant to show interest… if that makes sense.

everyone knows he has a farmer’s tan 😭 tan one second, takes off his shirt, WOAH!!! WHOS THIS WHITE MAN??? IS THAT A FUCKING GHOST??? oh no it’s just johnny’s tatas 😻

^ speaking of wish im a freckle truther so fuck you he has light freckles on his face 😮‍💨

ALCOHOLIC. REAL BAD. say bye bye to his livers 😿……but no seriously he has terrible drinking habits. practically drinks every night smh. and that’s on dealing with unbearable depression 😮‍💨

SMOKES HEAVY TOO. (johnny your lungs…😿)

idk abt yall but I think johnny’s a sweetheart to bubba….his mama taught him better than to boss him around and be an asshole like CERTAIN PEOPLE. although johnny can come off as demanding, i truly think he has the best intentions at heart when he’s interacting with bubba ❤️

kinda homophobic but gay at the same time 😮‍💨 and that’s on that TEXAN TIP 🇺🇸🦅💥 YEEEEHAW!!!

in my head i think johnny had his own room n stuff in the house up until he confronted nancy. after that and getting his eye fucked up, he wanted to be petty and sleep outside just to bother nancy. at first she didn’t care and thought he’d eventually just come back in but. he. DID NOT. instead he literally cleaned out the entire shack, found a cheap couch from some thrift store, n fucked that shit UP!!!!!! nancy was PISSED!!! 🗣️ “come back in”…..“no” type shit

loves keeping souvenirs of his victims. ESPECIALLY memorable ones. where did he get that belt? simple, really. this cute guy tried to use it as a defense mechanism! johnny strangled him with it shortly after ❤️ oh and this perfume? yeah, he found that in a REAL fighter’s purse. she was cute whenever she screamed 🌹

started driving at like. 10. nancy fucking FLIPPED OUT whenever she caught him riding around in a car as a literal CHILD. (influenced by certain people😒) but even after all her scolding, he never stopped 💀…that’s why he’s a good driver to this day!

this man loooooooooves his hunting. talking abt sum “THATS A BUTTON BUCK 🗣️” bitch no one knows what you’re talking abt be quiet. (I love him passionately)

johnny DESPISES wearing formal clothing. whether it’s some dumb church suit, dress shirt, or WHATEVER, he does NOT FW THAT SHIT ❌ the real ones know johnny walks around his house with just his boxers on…..and that’s on that country shit 🇺🇸🦅💥 (more like CUNTry)

CALLOUSED HANDS TRUTHER 💥 he definitely has some fucked up fingernails too. stained with oil n shit….SOMEONE GET HIM A PEDICURE IMMEDIATELY.

nubbins always instigates him into fighting a family member 💀 (usually sissy or the cook) talking abt sum: “she said you get noooo bitches…hot ones at least lolsies” or “he told me that he thinks you’re the weakest link of the family but yknow…” FALSE ACCUSATIONS!!!! but johnny falls for it every time 😭

ROMANTIC

HATES PHYSICAL AFFECTION AT FIRST!!! I’m telling you this right now he DON’T LIKE IT!!!!! and it’s not even in the cutie ‘aw he’s touched starved’—NO. HE DON’T LIKE IT. that’s not to say his opinion won’t sway a lil depending on the person (🤭) but at first that’s a big no no with him.

^ but once he starts getting comfortable with you, it’s impossible to pry him off. always wanna hug you n kiss you n play with your hair….he’s a lil love bug fr!

terrible at handling verbal affection. like god 😭 when receiving compliments, he kinda just scoffs, says something snarky, n tries to change the subject. keep doing it? he doesn’t know what to do with himself. it eventually becomes a staring contest with him being like ‘quit that rn.’ but let’s be honest, he likes it 😮‍💨

^ in terms of GIVING IT OUT, he’s pretty good at it. words of encouragement come easy to him since he just has to give you a ‘good job’ (maybe even adding a lil pet name if he’s feeling cute) n move on with his life.

^ but complimenting your laugh? your voice? your eyes? your hair? your clothes? he does it in the slickest ways possible. never over the top or on the nose, always subtle and almost unnoticeable.

he shows his affection through gift giving. stolen flowers from sissy’s garden, stolen jewelry from…trespassers, stolen expensive clothes with suspicious gashes through the fabric, severed limbs—LMAO OFC NOT!!!!! but yes he’s very inclined to give you lil gifts here and there.

surprisingly enough, he likes teaching you stuff. whether it be something small like the mechanics of a car or something big like gutting and skinning a corpse, he enjoys being the one who shows you how to do things he knows how to do well. and when he sees that he successfully accomplished his goal of educating you, he’s happier than ever. (this is also a perfect excuse for him to call you a good girl/boy!!!!!! he’s not slick!!!!!)

pet names consist of the TEXAN WAY BABY YEEEEHAW 💥🦅🇺🇸 sweetie/sweetheart, baby/babe, honey/hun, angel face/doll face, y’know how it is. and it’s kinda cute cause throughout your relationship with him, you unlock certain pet names!!

wanna see a magic trick? 🪄 MANIPULATION! johnny is a genius when it comes to manipulating you. and trust me, you will NOT know he’s doing it.

this is really fucked up (bc HE’S fucked up) but he definitely pushes your boundaries in the beginning of the relationship. it’s kinda like a test to see what he can get away with and how you’ll react to him being an asshole. are you gonna cuss him out? are you gonna hit him? cry? run off? he wants to know.

^ and by ‘pushing the boundaries’ I mean degradation n shit. you ask him what’s wrong and he calls you a filthy whore, a mangy slut, a stupid bitch, JUST TO SEE what you’ll do.

^ the way to pass the test is STANDING UP TO HIM. that’s what he WANTS. be an asshole back!! don’t lose your shit, just one-up him. for example, call him a bitch ass momma’s boy!! that’ll have him on his KNEES!!

who said jealous? BECAUSE YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. johnny IS insecure and thinks you’ll leave him, so it’s better if you DON’T talk to anyone he could perceive as a threat. he lays off with family n shit bc he gets it, but if they ain’t related to you? bitch they better know how to fight 😮‍💨

PDA is iffy with him especially around any of the family LMAO….but if he feels threatened by a guy or god forbid JEALOUS, best believe you’ll have an arm around your waist real fast. 🤭

you better like late night drives bc this man ADORES them. whenever he wants to have a sentimental moment with you or treat you real special for a night, best believe you’ll be in his car for a good while. takes you to the PRETTIEST landscapes he knows of and just chills with you.

^ cutie till he tries scaring the shit outta you with some horrific story abt what happened there or sumn. or even…idk…..starts the hypothetical scenario of “y’know I could kill you rn and no one would be able to hear you scream LOL! 😹” johnny…..if you don’t shut the hell up….

if shit is serious, you definitely made a blood oath with him that you’ll stick with him despite everything. basically marriage imo. peak romance right there <3

[sideeffectsofhavingnolife]

IPKKND S:1 Episode-2

Hey, you guys, did you miss me?

Kidding, I know nobody is reading these.

But if someone does in the future. Hi, cutie! I hope you're having fun.

Okay, then let's start with the second episode of Iss Pyar ko kya naam doon

Back at the meet cute.

My girl looks like she is about to cry.

Oh my, the disgust on his face.

He literally slammed her on the stage and not a in a good way. You know what I mean😏

And now they are dragging her away as if she attacked their boss.

Oooh the veil under his feet. What an imagery.

Man, Sanaya Irani looks sooo pretty.

The wedding is still going on?

How long has it been? Khushi stepped out when it was still daylight and now it's basically night.

What the fuck? Did they just locked her into a room?!

Is that what they do to models for not doing their job properly.

So, he thinks that she was sent by a rival company. That's seem dumb and probable at the same time.

This must be so traumatizing for Khushi. To be locked in a room for no reason and being accused of something you have nothing to do with when you know you need to be at home.

Shit! The mother connected the dots. Khushi needs to hurry up, I smell drama.

But also where are the dukaan ke papers? It's clearly not with Khushi. Where did you left them girl? Don't tell me she will lose them.

Oh he came to interrogate her himself.

He looks terrifying af combined with the predatory walk.

Dude, it's not her fault. You should ask your designer.

"Galti bhi aukaat dekh kar karni chahiye thi" Boy you did not. Shut the fuck up and shove that God complex up your ass.

Actually, I like the tension of this scene.

What the fuck do you mean "Ek jaayega dusra phasa lena" Why would you even comment on her sister's character, she is not even here.

"Batameezi to maine abhi shuru bhi nahi kari hai" Boy what?

*Gasp*

Oh he did not just do that! HE DID NOT!!

The disrespect!

Okay, girl there was no need to cover it up with your hair. Your back was already exposed before.

So, he is just gonna let her leave? What happened to the jawab he wanted. He just wanted to harrass my girl. What a fucking asshole.

Yay! Shaadi toot gayi. Congratualations!

I can't with these fucking neighbors.

Oh no the drama waiting to happen at home, once Khushi arrives.

Who is this lady? Constantly ordering around the house anyway. Shut up!

Is the sister gonna tell the truth?

She's back. Don't tell me they are gonna disown her or something.

What are these neighbours still doing in their house. Get the fuck out, the wedding ordeal is done, bitches.

Oh, the mom's walking up to her. Is a slap incoming?

"Tum thik ho?" Aww! that's her first question. What sweet people!

Ughh, who is this aunty? I hate her.

I love her dad though, he is handling this very calmly.

i know she took the papers because it was necessary for the plot but was it necessary for their plan. Couldn't they have just called the groom and asked whether he was in it.

Oh the mother is upset.

So Khushi is adopted. That's such a shitty statement to drop. Who is this lady anyway. The father calls her jiji so is she Khushi's Bua. Bua ji ki apni koi family nahi hai kya? Yaha kyu rehti hai. God, I hate her soo much.

Oh the mother pulled off an Amitabh Bachchan from K3G.

Agreed! Sis is talking sense, the groom was definitely in on it.

"Tujhse saga humara koi nahi hai" Why are these people the sweetest 😭

Oh girl what are you doing? This is definitely a mislead but what she gonna do with the oil and matchsticks. Probably cook something.

Okay so that was the second episode. It was quite uninteresting for the most part.

Hoping something good from the next one.

Buh-bye!

[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - eight

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, the feels, angst, mentions of past abuse (Alix is a terrible person)

word count: 4k

seven | masterlist

Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom  @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21​ @unaxv​ @mal-adaptive-dreams @elizacusi-blog

a/n: We’re jumping between 3 or 4 different scenes here so strap in and get ready. 

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

The first thing that flashes through her mind when she wakes up is Yelena with the kiss quickly following suit. Pulling the covers over her head, she creates a bubble to ignore the world around her. What the actual fuck did she get herself into? 

She isn’t allowed much peace when her phone goes off. Jessica made sure that she had her own ringtone almost immediately after they met, claiming that she was just that special when it was really because she wanted to make sure Sunny always answered her calls. 

“Hey girl hey!” She cheers through the speaker phone. 

“What?” 

“Ouch, what crawled up your ass and died?” “It’s been a long night. What’s up?” Jessica stays silent for a few seconds, debating whether or not to reveal her secret, “Well remember how I said that I wasn’t going to get back with Peter?” “I swear to god if the next thing you say is ‘surprise, we’re back together’, I’ll literally lose my shit.”

“Ye have little faith. No I didn’t get back with Peter but you also didn’t let me finish. I’m going out with one of Yelena’s friends Friday and I would love if you could help me get ready for it.”

“Who is it?”

“You don’t know them.”

“No shit,” Sunny says while pushing the blankets off so she can breath fresh air, “What’s their name?”

“Natasha.” “Oh a girl? I thought you didn’t like girls.”

Shuffling is heard from the other side, no doubt as a result of Jessica flopping onto her stomach on her bed, “I said I wished that I was so I figured why not give it a try? What’s the worst that can happen?”

“You lead her on and she gets hurt.”

“I would never do such a thing. I’m always honest about my feelings even if it hurts a person which reminds me, why is Yelena sulking?” “I’m going to need more info than that,” she huffs when the woman in question appears on her fire escape. 

“She’s been such a downer lately and I have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with Mr. Sexy.”

“Why would I know the answer to that?”

“Because you’re like all she talks about.”

Sunny glances over at Yelena who is leaning against the window now, examining her nails and pretending that she can’t hear their conversation. 

“That’s interesting but no I don’t know and I have to go. Bye, love you.”

Jessica sputters in confusion at her quick hang up but manages to sneak in a “love you too bitch”. 

“I’m not sulking.” 

“I didn’t say that,” Sunny says, pulling her blanket back over her shoulders, “why are you here?”

“Ouch,” Yelena fakes being offended and drops herself onto the bed next to her, “You aren’t even a little bit excited to see me?”

“I didn’t mean it like that… It's been a long few days.”

“Want to talk about it?”

She shrugs her shoulders and lets out a long sigh, “Not really. You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“Checking on you, making sure you haven’t committed any crimes.”

“You’ll be the first person I call if I get arrested.”

“I’m honored that you’d call me before Bucky.”

“Well he would probably lose it on the entire police station so…”

“You could’ve just said “Yes Yelena. I would call you first because I like you a lot more than that douche bag.” I would’ve taken that.”

“Yes Yelena I would call you first because I like you WAY more than that man.”

Yelena’s face goes blank as she says, “Were you thinking about me when you kissed him?”

Jessica groans as someone pounds on her apartment door. The smell of wet dog invades her living room as the pounding grows louder and the person responsible grows less patient. 

“Jessica open the fucking door!”

“What are you doing? Are you trying to get the cops called?” she hisses at Alix who is soaking wet from the heavy rainfall outside. Alix goes to reprimand her for speaking to her pack leader that way but Jessica yanks her inside. 

“Stay here. I don’t want water and wet dog all over everything,” she tells Alix as she disappears to find towels and extra clothes. 

The sound of wet clothes dropping onto her floor comes from the living room and as she walks back in, she finds Alix in just her tank top and underwear, her jeans and zip up on the ground around her. 

“Give me that,” she demands, snatching the towel out of Jessica’s hands and starts to dry off her body and braids, “What do you have on the Strigoi?”

“Nothing like I told you last night. Y/N isn’t saying anything and I can’t get close enough to anyone else.”

“What about Peter?”

“Ghosted me.”

Alix raises one eyebrow, “What did you do?”

“Why do you assume I did something?” “Because you always do.”

Jessica wrinkles her nose at the insult, “I may have slapped a girl he was kissing.”

Alix stops wringing out her braids and closes her eyes while taking a deep breath, “Your only job is to keep tabs on Bucky and his group. How the fuck did you manage to mess that up?”

“No no you said to watch Y/N and to TRY and keep tabs on the others. I am doing my job just not the side tasks.” A growl rings through the small apartment, “So help me God, Jessica. The more you act out, the more likely your cover is going to be blown. Speaking of which, who knows about you?” “Peter and Yelena obviously but Y/N doesn’t.”

“Has anyone brought it up?” “Peter did but only to ask if it’s true that I turn into a wolf every full moon. I don’t think Yelena cares and Bucky or Steve don’t come in enough to notice.”

“We both know that Yelena cares but is just waiting to see what happens. What about Peggy?”

Jessica shrugs, “I don’t answer the door so I’m assuming not.”

Alix rolls her eyes before tossing the towel back at Jessica and brushes past her to raid her closet for dry clothes. 

“How close are you to going through with the plan?” she calls out. 

Jessica hums for a second, thinking about her progress, “It’s going to take longer than I thought. Y/N isn’t telling me anything so I can’t tell what’s going on with Bucky or Yelena.”

“But she’s close enough to them though?”

“Kinda. Juliette, that dumbass, had a meeting with him and Steve at the restaurant that we were at and she saw, assumed they were a couple, and dipped. She did go out with Yelena but I don’t think she’s going to give him the time of day again.”

Alix comes back out wearing some of Sunny’s clothes that she had left behind during late nights. She takes a seat on the couch, fully leaning back into the plush cushions, “I don’t really care who she gets close to as long as it’s one of them. All we need is an opening to take out the Rogers and Bucky so we can get her back to Fresno where she belongs.”

“Do you really think that’s going to work?” Alix’s eyes flash gold like they usually do when she’s angry, “Of course it is. She belongs to me. Taking out those bloodsuckers, who mind you have been trying to kill me for years, is just a welcomed side effect of bringing her home.”

Jessica rolls her eyes while taking her phone out to scroll aimlessly on tiktok. 

“Did you send the text that I asked?”

“Yes.”

Sunny goes still under her blanket and feels Yelena watching her every move, awaiting her answer. 

“How did you know?” “Aside from the fact that I can smell him everywhere, especially on you, a little birdy told me.”

“I’m sorry.”

Yelena scoffs and shakes her head in disbelief, “I should’ve known better honestly. He always does this.”

Sunny pushes off her blanket and sits up, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did.” “I don’t want to hear it. It happened and you can’t take it back,” Yelena sighs as she stands and puts distance between them, “I hate to do this but I feel like I don’t have a choice; him or me.”

“You obviously.”

“See I don’t believe you.”

“I promise, it’s you. Whatever I need to do to prove that it’s you, I’ll do it”

Yelena backs away as Sunny stands and tries to get closer. They give each other hurt looks as the other continues to damage the relationship. 

“I don’t believe you or trust him for that matter. Nothing could make me believe that Bucky wouldn’t try and pull something. I won’t be put through that. I’m sorry but I’ll get Bucky to find someone else to watch over you,” Yelena says over her shoulder before slipping back out the window and leaving Sunny fuming.

She wants to scream at the top of her lungs but she can’t risk her neighbors calling the cops so she settles for screaming into her pillow. Her phone distracts her and she’s scrambling to answer it but freezes when she sees that it’s Bucky. 

“Bucky what the fuck?” she growls into her phone. 

“Well hello gorgeous, how are you?”

“Fuck off what did you do?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific, what are you talking about?” “You told Yelena that we kissed.”

“No I definitely did not.” “Don’t lie to me.”

“I swear draga, I’m not lying. I haven’t talked to her since yesterday but she’s supposed to be meeting with me in,” he pauses, “half an hour. I’ll talk to her then, but I promise I wouldn’t have told her without first calling you.”

“Give me your phone.”

“I was just starting to actually like Y/N, did I really need to do that?” Jessica groans as she tosses her phone over to Alix. 

“I don’t care what you want to do” Alix mumbles while reading the messages between Jessica and Yelena, “Good job. Any internal conflict we can cause amongst their ranks, the better.”

She hands back the phone as she asks the question that’s been on her mind for hours, “Did she look like she enjoyed it?”

“It’s not like I had a front row seat. I was on the fire escape, how do you expect me to know that?” “I don’t remember asking for any attitude or did you forget who you’re talking to?”

Jessica lets out an over dramatic sigh, “No I didn’t. I’m sorry for giving you attitude.”

Alix smiles to herself at Jessica’s submission, “Good girl.”

Jessica bites her tongue to keep from saying something that will get her kicked out of the pack or worse, given how moody Alix has been lately. 

“I think she was high and you know how the saying goes.”

“Come on,” Alix says unimpressed with Jessica’s read of the situation.

“What? It wouldn’t be a saying if it wasn’t true.” “Drunk actions are sober thoughts? Don’t even try and convince me that her being high was the only reason why she kissed him. She kissed him because she wanted to.” “Alix I really don’t think she has any interest in him.”

Alix growls her warning to stop talking before it gets worse and reclines further into the couch. Regardless of what Sunny may have been feeling when she kissed Bucky, she still did it and that’s far worse of a betrayal to Alix than anything else. During their relationship, Alix had to constantly remind Sunny that she was hers even when that meant leaving bruises and marks.  Sometimes the physical reminders of her place were the only thing Alix to get to work. On numerous occasions, they were the only thing that kept Sunny from leaving the house and kept her out of trouble. 

“Just do what I ask and don’t question me. I am your leader, Jessica, and I’m done with reminding you.”

Jessica scoffs and takes her phone back, “You’re done? I’m the one who’s had to slum it with humans and Strigoi for the last few years.” “And you do it because I told you to. Quit with the complaining. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

“Or what? You’ll send me back to California and then what? You’ll have no one here who is as close to Y/N as I am and you’ll be back at square one or even worse since I’m sure she’s going to find out that you’re here soon enough.”

Within seconds, Alix is off of the couch and has Jessica pinned against a wall, “What did you just say?” “I’m your only shot at getting her back.”

Alix’s hand comes up to grip Jessica’s neck and squeezes hard enough that she starts to gasp for air.

“I don’t need you for anything,” she growls with a deep anger, “I could care less about what happens to you so there is nothing stopping me from exposing who you are to Y/N or the Strigoi and leaving you to fend for yourself. Barnes and Rogers won’t like knowing that an rival spy has been working with that filthy demon spawn of theirs. Do you really want to test me right now?”

With the hand clasped tightly on her throat, she can’t say anything but barely nods and whimpers, something that Alix finds great pleasure in. 

“Good,” she loosens her grip just enough for Jessica to get the air she desperately needs, “Don’t fucking do that again or I won’t be so nice.”

Yelena and Bucky sit across from each other, both waiting for the other to speak first. When she arrived, she made an effort to not say a single word and to maintain her stoic face no matter how piercing his gaze may be. She figured based on his matching behavior that Sunny had called him to tell him that their kiss was no longer a secret. Steve had given them questioning looks when she came in but left nonetheless even if he was concerned for either of their safeties. 

“You know.”

Yelena scoffs, shaking her head as she glances around the room, “Obviously.” “Good then we can be adults about this.”

“Says the one who pouted and threw a tantrum when he found out that we went on a date.”

“I didn’t do either of those things.”

She settles her eyes on him for the first time since she sat down, “So what do you call dragging her into your office and then going to her apartment?” “The first thing is called a conversation and the second is called being a gentleman. I was checking on her.”

“With your tongue down her throat.”

“You did the same thing. I’d say you were throwing a tantrum by bringing her to MY club and kissing her 10 feet away from me.”

“She willingly went out with you, I can’t say the same about you. Also, why did you text me off of a burner?”

Bucky’s brows furrow in confusion, “I didn’t.”

She takes her phone out to show him the text that informed her of the kiss, “Yes you did.”

Bucky takes his own out to prove that he never sent her that text; she kissed me.

“Why would I text you from a burner phone?”

Before Yelena can say anything smart back, the door to his office bursts open. A fuming Steve throws the door open and all but slams his phone down on the table. 

“Jessica knows Alix.”

On it is an old picture of Jessica hugging Alix, both smiling like little kids.

Yelena squints at the image, “Where did you get this?” “Peggy found it. I’m not sure where but she just sent it to me. We need to get Sunny to a safe house immediately.”

They look to Bucky who is already half way out of the door. The one person he trusted outside of his people has proven to be the most dangerous person he could imagine. 

[ssongsboo]

soo i just officially quit my job like an hour ago and it feels v bittersweet ngl

i really didnt expect this decision to make me so emotional tbh

bc on one hand i am SO happy to be free i went there every day on the brink of an anxiety attack as soon as that fuckass building hit my sight and i went home in a bad mood almost every day bc of that one bitch ass girl behind the bar w me and having her call me all sorts of names behind my back always trying to convince me that im doing such a bad job and im good for nothing and w/o her id be fucked and the whole restaurant relies on her blablabla i could literally write a whole book abt how terrible she treated me and how genuinely disgusting of a person she is but for what im just soo glad to not have to deal w that anymore

on the other hand tho im kinda sad? actually fuck that im SAD sad im literally crying as im typing this rn lmao and i really dont understand why bc im like not particularly close w any of my coworkers like we get along and they are always there for me and p much all of them are soo sweet we joke around and none of them ever walks past me w/o slipping in a little ily and vice versa but we are nothing outside of work and i actually like it that way so why does it make me so sad that i didnt even get to say bye properly bc my boss might take me off schedule from today onwards bc of my remaining vacation days n all so maybe yesterday was my v last day there w/o any of us knowing )): and the thought of never seeing and working w them again is lowkey heartbreaking idk lol

and also this was my v first proper job and i grew sm during that time and it just helped me in so many ways w/o even realizing it at first and im just soo sentimental when it comes to these things ☹️☹️

an era is coming to an end and ive been looking forward to this moment for soo long and its what i wanted for months now after all so why am i actually fucking crying my eyes out rn ksksks this is so embarrassing

[fromsoft-meowmeow]

Propaganda Below ☟☟☟

Ebrietas

"ngl this girl did not have a good time she needs a win"

Darius

"sopping wet bitch who decided to go on a ecoterrorist journey to avenge his parents but was actually just really twisted about “killing” his sister but when it turned out she was actually alive he was awkward as FUCK and pretended that he wasn’t himself and even when they went to live together like a good ending he’s still a loser ass who’s like “oh I shouldn’t be with you I gotta go bye” I  want to soak him in milk and throw him against the wall like a fromsoftware boss"

"He has to have SOMETHING to show off to Sharline after having to hide his crest for forever"

"https://i.redd.it/5v2wq7rqeb161.png"

"Darius holds a lot of pain in his heart, and while he comes across as cold, theres a lot of warmth in this damaged soul. Despite all of this, he is still able to slay with his wardrobe throughout the game! The realest meow meow of them all…"

"He’s just a little guy everyone wants to kill cause he has a crest. But he’s a sweetheart and a little silly"

"He has the cutest fluffiest scarf"

"Many bad things happen to him and he doesn't deserve any of them"

"so soppiest meow meow"

"I consulted a fromsoft expert and they assured me Darius is, indeed, the most pathetic little meow meow"

"Look at him. You look at him and tell me he's not the most sopping wet guy of all time"

"born with a mark on his hand which people think is so cursed that within the first five minutes of gameplay a guy falls off a cliff to avoid talking to him."

"somehow always ends up in the middle of everyone's problems by just existing while also simultaneously being hated on sight by half the population. yet somehow, while he DOES blame the crest on his hand for his 'bad luck', for the most part he just sighs and accepts that the people around him are all insane"

"hehe he silly :3333333"

"he's my friends meow meow and deserves everything"

"he got that look"

[spillthepuckingtea]

He was pretty pretentious, went on that he was accepted to my university but dropped out after attending the orientation because "everyone was so full of ego and all the professors just wanted to show off their opinions and work. But good on you for sticking it through." He only wore jeans and plain colored shirts because he "didn't believe in self expression. If you want to know about him you have to work for it." My Anthropology major ass shot back "that's still self expression" and silly me, I was "impaired by the mental training needed for my degree to see his individual case."

The main behavior was that when I would share that I enjoyed feminine things he would ghost me, no text responses or answered calls, for days. Midnight Sun (Twilight from Edward's perspective) came out and I said how I can't wait for my copy because Twilight is terrible but I love it sm. Ghosted for a week. I gushed about Into the Spiderverse, normal responses. I signed up for Hello Fresh to teach myself to cook, normal responses. I bought a Hello Kitty crochet kit, ghosted for days. On the phone I described my harrowing tale of making it through the Eras Tour ticketmaster boss battle with tickets, and he was like "uh, I have to go." Hung up before saying bye. Ghosted for another week. He comes over for vegan sushi and sees my friendship bracelet making set up. When I said it was for my Taylor Swift concert to be part of the fun, this bitch sat me down and told me he can't do this anymore because "my willing to commit so much money and time to something so basic, so devoid of greater music appreciation, that is only so popular because people are flocking to it to say they did shows that I'm not the girl and individual he thought I was." Straight up was dumped for seeing Taylor Swift and told I was like the other girls. -Nosy

Girl I want to smack you so hard. 😑 I’m sorry it was one thing after another and another like babes you should’ve forget him when he first acted like a pretentious a hole

[alexartink]

My Vocal Stims:

Welcome Back To Five Nasty Ass Fools

Lucky Contestant! What a surprise!

STOP MESSING UP MY FUCKING GAME SHOW!

I'm Rambley! Rambley Raccoon!

Ill get to (Location) in a lickety split

Howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower

The glitch affected my speech filters so now I can say words like Motherfuc- (MOONDROP!) Ack- Sunny what did we just talk about?!

Clean up.. Clean up.. (To keep me focused mostly)

B-but I made this adventure extra m-m-mator for Zooble

I recognize you.. but Im not afraid of you.. not anymore..

I don't hate you! But you need to stay outta my way.

Starlight

Stars

Sunshine

Superstars (Based off ASAM Shavs Media)

Ohohoho hell yeah! Im a damaged OC!

Im Serial Designation N, nice to meet you!

DARKXWOLF17 NOOOOOOHOHOOOOOO!

Lick

Annoyed Expression

Cool... Therapy's Fun..

Get snuck upon

Sources say that way- AH! BUT INSTEAD IM GOING THIS WAY SO SAVE ME WHEN YOU CAN- BYE!

Yabadabadoo

Yabadabadee

AAAAAAAAAAAA (yelling voal stim)

mwhehehe (silly vocal stim)

We are NOT a family sir, you are the boss! We are the employees!

Does anybody love you? BLITZO?! (No, but im rlly good at guns now! DANCE BITCH!)

O-o-oh, someones salty!

ARE YOU FUCKING RECORDING US?!

(Let me know how many you recognize)

[ray-elgatodormido]

Bye bitch!

Played the Origins demo. Thought: 10/10 got my ass beat by Lü Bu.

Really loving it so far! It’s the kind of game that will kill you if you’re not careful and it’s right up my alley. I don’t always want to turn my brain off when playing video games and this demo made me focus. Loving the defensive maneuvers too. Overall actually feels like a war, which was the goal so good on the team! And the horse actually was useful in traversing the field instead of being really slow.

And Lü Bu! Man the 2020s have been a good year for the guy. Despite the yee yee ass haircut, he’s actually threatening, really made me pay attention, felt like a legit boss, is a legit boss fight. He can stagger when hit but he hurt a LOT. Didn’t make me piss my pant like Wo Long Lü Bu did, but I took him seriously. I never take DW Lü Bu seriously! Had to go on easy mode just to see if there was anything at the end but I’ll try to beat him on Normal and Hard next time.

Gameplay wise, not worried tbh. I’m hooked! Story? Euuuuuuuuh yeeeeeahhhhh euhuuuuuuuuuuh. Not optimistic but I can still enjoy the game. And hey, no CAW? Cannot play as a woman for more than 2 minutes? Time for plan B. Be gay do crimes. Play it as a yaoi dating sim.