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[luhslilbitch-blog]

Drunk ‘n Love - (SW)

Warning(s): sex, cursing, alcohol, Daddy kink Word Count: 1.531 Request? Yes

Your POV:

“Jack, I’m not really sure about this. You know how I get when I drink way too much,” you warned your childhood friend Jack Johnson. He has been pushing you to go to Nate’s party tonight, claiming that you ‘need to have more fun, and quit being a grandma’. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go, the problem is that your long time crush Sammy Wilkinson is going to be there. You had met Sam three years ago while the Jack’s were filming the video for 'Like That’ in 2014. From the very first time you layed eyes on him, you immediately felt a ping in your heart. And here you are, three years, still crushing on the handsome man.

“Oh, Y/N! Just come on. This is about Sam, isn’t it?” Jack said smirking at the way you hid your face, ashamed.

“Okay, it might be— but only a little bit!” you tried to defend yourself as Jack continued to laugh. “You can shut up now, it’s not that funny.”

Jack’s body was sprawled out on your bed as his giggling continued, “I-I’m sorry, dude. It’s j-just so funny!”

“Just hush and help me find something to wear, JJ,” you said swinging your closet door open. Jack slowly began to calm down from his fit of laughter he got up to help.

“Jack, this is just a too bit revealing. Something else?” you asked, the shorts you have on had a large cutout on the sides that were lashed together loosely. The top was a cut bang tee with a plunging neck line, which reveals much more than you’d like. Jack had insisted that this whole outfit was perfectly fine.

“Quit worrying Y/N, you look pretty damn good,” he said handing you a pair of black lace up heels, “now put 'em on, bitch.”

“Uh-un. No way in hell I’m wearing those, my feet will fall off in pain,” you said pushing the heels into his chest.

“Do. It. Dammit.” he said shoving you onto your ass, placing the heels on you feet. “Now lets go!”

— (skip car ride) —

The music pumped loudly as you tried to weave through the large crowd of drunk idiots. You spotted your best friends Nate, Gilinsky, Dillon, Derek, and lastly Sammy standing in the kitchen with red solo cups pressed to their lips. Immediately the boys spotted you, you were handed shots upon shots.

“Hey, boys,” you shout above the loud music after downing the four shots.

“Surprised seeing you here. I thought you said you weren’t coming, Y/N?” Derek chuckled.

“I wasn’t going to, but JJ practically begged me to come,” you said looking at Sammy who was eyeing you up and down, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Damn, Ma. You look good, very very good,” a drunk Sammy said licking his lips seductively.

“Hey, Sammy wanna dance,” you asked shyly, looking at Sammy’s outfit. Holy shit, he looked good. He had on a loose fitting grey tee, which showed off his strong arms and the veins running up them. And a pair of ripped jeans, topped off with a pair of black vans. And his hair is perfectly styled as always.

“Of course, Ma. Ladies first,” he said as you led him to the packed dance floor. Your hips swayed against the beat of the music, his hands placed tightly onto your hips. “You are such an amazing dancer, baby girl,” he slurred into your ear.

“Is that so, baby,” you said grinding against his hardening shaft. He groaned lightly in your ear, the alcohol had definitely taken over your bodies as you guys sexily danced.

“Let’s take this upstairs to my room, baby girl,” he asked, grabbing ahold of you wrist. You followed closely behind him and up the stairway to his large bedroom. You stumbled forwards as your eyes scanned around Sammy’s large bedroom. You were brought out of your trance as strong arms snaked around your exposed waist.

“Y/N, lay down baby girl,” he whispered seductively in your ear, while kissing down your neck. You nodded your head and began to strip of your clothing, you were left in nothing but your panties as you placed your body against the cold white sheets

You were shocked when you felt both of your ankles being gripped and pulled down to the edge of the bed. Supporting yourself on your elbows, you looked at a shirtless Sammy. His body was nicely tanned and toned in a good way, as he was not too muscular and not lanky. “Sammy, please. I want y–” you got cut off by your own moan as Sammy kissed and sucked at the skin of your inner thighs.

“Shh, baby. Daddy’s got you baby girl,” he said as his he pulled your underwear down your legs with his teeth. He left sloppy kissing as he made his way back up to your soaking core, kissing everywhere but where you needed him most. You were about to complain when his tongue lightly flicked your swollen clit.

Your back instinctively arching up from the bed, “Uh, Sammy,” I moaned. His grip on your hips tightening harshly, “fuck, daddy! Just like that,” you whisper as he continued to suck your bundle of nerves. Suddenly, he thrusts two fingers inside you, causing you to scream out in pleasure. “Uh, fuck. I-I’m going to c-cum,” you moan as Sammy’s movements became faster. You reach down to grip onto his brown locks as your back arched up.

“C'mon, baby girl, cum for Daddy,” he moaned against your heat. Your hand gripped his wrist that was holding down your hips as euphoria took over your entire body. “How was that, Y/N,” he chuckled as he wiped off the juices from his mouth and chin. You couldn’t even form words as your body felt completely drained.

“You certainly do know how to please a woman, that is for sure,” you slurred. Sitting up, you tug down his jeans and underwear, flipping your bodies over so you could straddle his waist.

You ground your heat against his hard dick as he tilts his head back groaning in pleasure. “F-fuck, just like that, baby girl,” he moans, gripping your hips to move faster. Quickly, he rolled you onto your back so he could be on top again.

“Don’t tease, baby. It’ll only make daddy angry,” he said slapping your ass hard. You yelped as he flipped you onto your stomach. “Face down, ass up, Y/N,” he said slapping your ass again. Sitting up on your knees, you shoved your upper body into the pillows as Sammy thrusted into you from behind.

“Oh, god! Fuck!” you shouted as he deeply thrusted at a slow pace, hitting your g-spot. “You like that, Ma?” Sammy smirked as he groaned.

“Mhmm, ah! Right there Daddy,” you moaned as his thrusts became faster. At this moment you were both moaning in pleasure. He grabbed your hair pulling your body up, your back pressing flush against his chest.

“You like being fucked like this don’t you?” He grunted as his pace quickened. A hard slap echoed in the room as he smacked your ass, “Y/N, answer me, baby,” he whispers into your ear.

“Yes! Yes, Sammy! Fuck, I’m going to-” you were cut off by Sammy, “Me too, Y/N, me too,” he moaned as his thrusts became sloppy. You screamed out as the coil in your stomach tightened, your body went limp as you moan Sammy’s name repeatedly. He moaned your name with a few profanities as his own release spills inside you.

His whole body collapsed as he tried to regain his normal breathing pace. He slowly pulled out as he peppered your neck with kisses. “That was a-fucking-mazing, damn,” he said kissing your forehead.

Your breathing came to a steady pace as did Sammy’s. You placed your head on his chest, his fingers traced shapes onto your exposed back.

“Sammy, I think– I, um, I should leave,” you said lifting your body from his, you had completely sobered up. Standing up, you began to look for your discarded clothing.

“W-what? I don’t want you to leave,” he said stopping your movement by grabbing your face with both his hands. “I-I like you, Y/N! Please tell me this was more than a drunk fuck to you,” he asked nervously.

You were so shocked you didn’t even know how to respond. “I, um, I guess not,” Sammy said dropping his hands from your face. You quickly registered what he said, and you pushed yourself flush against him.

“Of course Sammy. I’ve liked you for quite some time actually,” you said placing your arms around his neck.

“Oh thank god,” he mumbled, all upset erasing from his perfect face, “okay, please come back to bed?”

“Gladly, my body is worn out,” you giggled, laying back down your head in his chest again. He pressed quick kisses to your forehead as his hand traced invisible figures onto your back again.Eventually, his movements came to a halt as light snores left his lips. Your body slowly drifted to sleep as you listened to his steady heartbeat.

—- Hope this worked!! Requests are still open so keep 'em comin❤️

[gilinksy-johnsonn]

Wedding/Life Series???

Should I do a series like wedding series with one of the Omaha boys or even Derek?? Send me a message with one of these votes:

1-Skate

2- Gilinsky

3-Johnson

4-Sammy

5- Derek Luh

I will be telling the top choice Sunday night and will begin writing the series Monday and do some imagines in between.

[counselormaloley]

Omaha High Chapter 3 Outfit Sets- Chapter 3 should be up by tonight, I'm going to start editing it as soon as I get home from school.

[saucy-luh]

He's such a pretty person

[vlogsquadtrash]

Black // Jack Johnson

[california-kake]

Okay my peeps!!

let me know what kind of content you want to see. i'm excited to come back to the tumblr world fully!! i love doing text imagines and writing short little blurbs but i try not to do much more than that because than it just comes out crappy! request!!! when a request is sent in it will be done within a week of it being requested!!! i'll do most of the imagines you request! if i don't feel comfortable writing it i won't do it!!

i love you guys!!

[zay-lee]

Happy birthday!!// FreshLee gang

I woke up of the smell of pancakes then I realized it was my 19th birthday I put on my Short’s and tank and went downstairs where everyone was at. When I walked​ in I saw everyone setting up the table up for breakfast, Jack g and Jack j cooking, Stasis making smoothes, Sam putting the fruits on the table. Dillon playing music, Madison putting balloons up.

“Hey guys…” I said smiling

They all turn around and said Happy birthday to me.

“Hey love, Happy birthday” Stasis said hugging me

“Happy birthday babygirl” Dillon said kissing my cheek

“Your 19 years old, Damn my lil sister is growing up” JJ said

“ Thanks guys, you know y'all did not have to do this for my birthday” I said smiling

“Yah we do” JJ said

“Pluse you did this for our birthday, so payback is not always a bitch” Sammy said laughing

“Where’s Nate?” I said sitting down

“He’s coming” Jack g said bring me my plate and kissing my forehead

We all sat down and ate. Jack g and JJ are good Cooks to be honest, so we were talking about what we are going today for my birthday.

“Hey mama happy birthday” Nate said kissing me on my cheek

“Hah thank you” I said hugging him

“So, you keep on telling us your going to treat yourself with own birthday present🎁” sammy said

“Yeah I’m getting a tattoo” I said

“Where?” Stasis said

“On my right hand” I said drinking my smoothie

They all look at me sideways.

“What?” I said

“That’s gonna hurt” JJ said

“For real” Nate said

“Ik” I said

“Anyway,go get dress cause we are going take you to your birthday spot” Dillon said

“Thanks for the breakfast guys” I said running to my room, when I saw a bag that said

‘Happy birthday princess!! I got you this outfit that you really wanted. Anyway put it in on I wanna see my girl shine- Nate

I started to sqeaul! It was a white see through crop top with a see through skirt to match with it. and my shoes, gold heels with a smaller heel!!. I took a shower out in my bra and panties put on the outfit that Nate bought me . I put on my clothes and did my make up. Straighten my hair then went downstairs were everyone was at still getting ready.

“Dammn” Dillon said

“My babe looking sexy!!” Stasis said

“ Haha thanks guys especially Nate’s for buy me this outfit” I said hugging him

“You really wanted the outfit so I bought it for ya” he said

“Before we go I got you a present” Stasis said handing me a box. I open it my jaws it was a Tira that was sparkling when I opened it.

“Stasis…..” I said looking shocked

“Here Lemme put it on you” she said

She put it in me.

“Thank you love,” I said hugging her

“Np” she giggled. So we went out and went to an hooka bar and meet up with Derek and keV and we started to smoke the hooka when Derek and Skate stand up on the bar.

“I need everyone to say happy birthday to the most sexiest and dopes girl the fuckin world” Derek said

“Happy birthday Mami” Skate said kissing my cheek

“Thank you” I smiled

afterwe got done smoking we went to go to get my tattoo done  and we went out to a club. all I can say is I had the best birthday ever... even with Nate

[gilinskys-wifey]

Cuz I just got back into writing... here are a few of my older imagines😅 idk if they’re any good tho haha

Masterlist!

~Skate Maloley imagines:

Meet&greet (pt.2)

~Jack Gilinsky imagines:

Two can play that game

The Omaha squad made me do it -SMUT

~Matt Espinosa imagines:

Christmas love (kind of a smut)

~Dillon Rupp imagines:

I Love You 

~Kenny Holland imagines:

Picture Perfect

~Taylor Caniff imagines:

Love in the Back Seat of the Car

FAN FICTIONS!

~Jack Gilinsky imagine: DON’T TRUST MAGAZINES

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

~Sam Wilkinson and Jack Gilinsky fanfiction: MESSED UP LOVE:

Part 1

Part 2

[thefamilyineverknew]

Turning 47: pt. VI

“Carry On, My Wayward Son”

16-17 May 2018

Following the directions given by the Waze app, I twist through street lit asphalt noodles on the outskirts of Kansas City toward Bruce’s house. I have no real idea where I am, having surrendered my Rand McNally skills to Lord GPS, the Omniscient. It’ll do, though this willingness to give in to technology does have me concerned about the plight of human capability, knowledge, and will.

The idea of Kansas City used to set my imagination alight. Having grown up 3 1/2 hrs north in Des Moines, Iowa, Kansas City meant one thing: Worlds of Fun amusement park. And I was certain it was...worlds of fun. If only we could have stopped there once when traveling to see our relatives in southwestern Kansas. We never did. The closest we got was a drive-by; seeing the tracks of the Zambezi Zinger and Orient Express roller coasters rising up above the tree line behind the gates. Here it comes, here it comes, here it COMES...there it goes. So close!

I make it to Bruce’s place. He’s putting his kids to bed, but offers me a beer from a local KC brewery and tells me to sit down & relax. I’ve known Bruce since 2nd grade, but we were never all that close growing up, just in the same class. However, in the last 10 yrs we have been able to reconnect via FB, and I’m grateful for it. This stop will be the third time I get to see the man during my stint in the U.S.; twice in Chicago, and then this time.

Bruce Copeland casts a wide net for people, open to hearing an opposing idea, and generous and accepting that there is room to differ without getting bent out of shape. A welcomed relief in this day & age. He has a big heart, and grateful to those who stepped into his life to help get him on the right track. This Bruce is nothing like the one I knew in elementary school; undisciplined, rambunctious, and hilariously disruptive. No, this Bruce is a good sounding board, measured and wise.

He comes down from putting his kids to bed, and we shoot the bull. Talk about professoring and what that was like, the drive, where I’m headed next. And then I lay down the story of the Ancestry results and subsequent message I received from my birth mother. I had yet to contact Arla again, save for letting her know that I would be in contact after processing this huge information, which is what I had been doing, slowly, in waves. Bruce takes it in stride, and we just chill.

The next morning, I’m up early (for me) staring down the barrel of a 9 hr drive. Bruce makes some coffee and we chat about old times, a bit of “where are they now” and “remember when”. So good and all so improbable. I’m completely open to all of this improbability. It seems to be the soup in which I am swimming.

I hit the road west again, this time across the Sunflower State: Kansas.

Now, this drive is notoriously monotonous, droning on forever in a dull, never-ending string of utter nothingness; at least for most. This is not the case for me. I grew up taking this trip at least once a year, fighting for room with my 4 brothers in the back of our brown 1984 Dodge Caravan, sometimes with a dead animal strapped to the rooftop for my dad to taxidermy later (the inspiration for one of my band’s songs,”Skunk in a Box”). For me, the drive is actually dynamic; cruising past vast wheat fields, big white grain elevators, sprawling irrigation crawlers, paralleling the occasional, impossibly long freight train, and rolling through the sand hills where I used to imagine playing Cowboys & Indians (growing up being told that I was 25% Native American, I always fought for team Indian). So the drive, for me, is sheer nostalgic joy.

In making my way to Garden City, I decide to go through the town where I spent my formative years from 2-7; Hutchinson, Kansas. In my mind, and experience, Hutchinson is a place trapped in memories ending in 1978, when we moved to Des Moines. In those memories, it’s always sunny, warm, and golden, like a postcard or advertisement of the time. It’s always Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood. It’s always Sesame Street. Always the Krofft Supershow. Always CHiPs. Always The Six Million Dollar Man.

What was our old address? I had it memorized in 1st grade, but now? Hmmm. I kinda recognize these streets, but...hmmm. Eventually I make my way to W. 25th Street and see our old house, remembering jumping up & down on that porch with excitement as a boy, seeing Grandma & Grandpa Rupp pulling up in their impossible road yacht, a 1971 Chrysler New Yorker. And there was my best friend Marci McCoy’s house, where we used to eat Zingers and watch cartoons. And there was the church, across the parking lot from our house, where my dad went through his ordination process to become a pastor. All there, but altered, slightly, by time.

This whole experience has felt like traveling through time; from teaching at my alma mater, seeing old friends, and revisiting people and places once locked in memory, and then, suddenly unlocked. Here it is, right in front of me; where I first learned to ride a bike, where I got my head stuck between some metal bars, where I dropped a bunch of bricks down a tube to hear them splash (inadvertently ruining a septic tank).

So I tooled through Hutch, and so much of it had not changed from my memory. I stopped at Dairy Queen and had a Blizzard, then into Dillons grocery store (exactly the same), and then into the public library. I just wanted to go in and see if it smelled the same as I had remembered. A woman at the check-out desk asked me if I was looking for something. I said, “Yeah...1978”. I mentioned that I moved away as a kid and just wanted to come in and see if it smelled the same. “Does it?”, she asked. “Exactly the same.”

After that, I went to the riverside park, and got back on my way to Garden. Again, I had taken liberties with my time and was running behind, but it was only another 3.5 hours to go...or so I thought.

After an hour and a half, I take a rest stop in Kinsley, KS, heralded as the historic halfway point on the railroad between New York and San Francisco. There’s a little park there with a giant locomotive. I was snapping off a few pics when suddenly I feel the air temp drop precipitously. I look back and see the sky is dark, gun metal gray. Uh oh. I get in the car and sit there, turn on the radio and hear the scratchy emergency weather report coming in; severe thunderstorms and possible tornadoes in Ford, Finney, and Gray counties. This is my direct route! Better get going.

The wind was raging, trying push my car off the road. I didn’t get but a few miles from Kinsley before I chose to pull over and wait it out. Driving on these rural two lane highways with semi-trucks passing at blistering speed is gamble enough in fair weather, but in these conditions? Nope, not worth it.

So, I parked my car on a side road, perpendicular to the storm and waited. It was awesome, like being in a terror spa. In Sweden, we don’t get this kind of dramatic weather and I had missed it thoroughly.

Eventually it let up enough for me to get back on the route. The rain, wind, and lightning were still relentless the entire way, but then there was also Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes” and Tommy Tutone’s “867-5309” coming through on the radio, so there was a balance.

One last 10 minute leg to go, I rounded past Garden City proper, heading down South Star Highway toward my uncle John and aunt Cindy’s farm, where my parents were there to meet me. I knew what I would have to reveal when I saw them. How would they react? I really had no idea. This might go belly-up. Whenever the subject of “would you be interested in finding your family” would come up, and it very rarely ever would, I got a sense of eggshell walking. So, what would happen when they hear the words I am about to say?

Finally, I arrive, and my folks and uncle are there waiting in the doorway. Greetings and hugs (I hadn’t seen John since 2001). The farm is in the exact same place it’s been since before I could remember, and here it is, right in front of me.

We bring in my bags, and then I begin to divulge my tale...

[luhslilbitch-blog]

Surprise Visit - (d.l.)

That is my edit, but feel free to use, also follow my new insta for Derek

Warning(s): smut, cursing, mention of drugs & prison

your pov

Flashback

"Derek, calm down! What's going o–," you yelled but were cut off by banging on the front door.

"Y/N, don't open that door," Derek said panting from running so fast.

"Derek, why? What's goi–," you were cut off again by your front door being pushed open.

"Derek Luh, put your hands up! You're under the arrest for the illegal distribution of Marijuana and Methamphetamine," a police officer yelled, others behind him with guns pointed at your husband.

"Excuse me, what the fuck is going on here, Sir?" you questioned, starting to get really upset.

"Y/N, baby I'm so sorry. Take care of everything," Derek said talking about the company you guys owned, he was being cuffed by two large police officers.

"No, no, no. Please no! Let him stay!" you screamed, trying to reach Derek's body, but a policeman held you back. "Please! For fucks sake! Derek I'm gonna get you out! Until then I'll have everything under control," you hollered, racing out to see him being put into the cop car, "I promise, baby," you whispered, tears streaming down your face.

---

That was nine months ago and he still won't be out for another three months. You visited him regularly, usually about four times a week, and he called you whenever they'd let him. You were also taking care of the company you and Derek owned together, which was dealing drugs for one of the largest drug cartels in America.

You were currently getting ready to see him today for a conjugal visit because of his good behavior. Finally you finished your makeup, which was just a bit of eyeshadow and mascara topped off with your signature lipstick. After spraying perfume and getting into the new lingerie set you bought for Derek, you put on your outfit.

You walked in front of the mirror inspecting your attire. Deciding you looked decent enough, you slid on Derek's white oval shaped sunglasses, grabbing your car keys and headed out the door. Turning on your car, Jungle by Drake blared from your speakers. You sped your way to the prison, the anticipation of seeing him and doing much more with him getting to you. Finally, you pulled into the prison parking lot and found a parking space. Looking into your mirror one last time, making sure your lipstick hadn't smudged.

You opened your door and walked up to the entrance, taking a breath you stepped into the lobby. "Hi, Mrs. Luh! It's great to see you again," Officer Gilinsky said eyeing you up and down.

"Eyes up here, sweet cheeks," you said as he stared at your exposed midsection.

"S-sorry, just you look–," he stopped to think for a second, "amazing."

"Watch it, Officer. Wouldn't want my husband to know you're flirting now would you," you said cheekily at the blushing officer.

"No ma'am, we wouldn't," he said, cheeks turning a crimson shade. "Alright, lets take you to see your, um, husband," he said grabbing your arm. Before entering the room to meet Derek, you had to go through all the security procedures. Which meant that Gilinsky would have to pat you down, and he did, way longer than he should have. "Okay, all done Mrs., now, as you already know: keep up good behavior and there will be a search every four hours. Enjoy your time with Mr. Luh," he said opening the door to the private room.

"Thanks, sweet cheeks," you said pecking his cheek, causing him to blush again.

"Let me take you on a da–," he started.

"Ah, ah, ah. Don't push it honey, I'm still married. Remember?" you said pointing at the large rock on your ring finger.

"Y-yes, ma'am," he replied, "Mr. Luh will be here shortly," he said stepping out of the room. You sat and waited for what felt like an eternity, but had only been a mere fifteen minutes. Oh my goodness, just hurry up! you said to yourself. As if someone was reading your mind, the door opened, an in walked your handsome spouse.

"Oh, Derek!" you said, running into his arms.

"Baby, I missed you so fucking much," he said, showering kisses all over your face, "you look beautiful as ever, ma."

"Thanks baby, you should see what's under it," you whispered into his ear. "Oh, Mrs. Luh, I plan on it," he said placing his lips onto your exposed neck.

"God, I fucking love you," he said kissing you fiercely. Derek pulled away slightly out of breath, looking into your y/e/c eyes intently. You could see the love in his chocolate brown ones as they darkened. Before you could reply 'I love you', he grabs your hand pulling you over to the small bed in the corner. Derek sits onto the bed and pulls you in between his legs, you still standing. “I. Love. You. So. Fucking. Much.” he growls kissing you between each word.

"I love you too, Derek," you say, lacing your fingers into his brown locks, "more than you know, my dear."

“Strip for me, mami,” he commands, using your favorite pet name. His voice makes your body shutter in excitement. You quickly slip your white skirt off and look back at him as he stares at your ass in the white thong you were wearing. "So, so beautiful," he whispers, gripping your ass. He helps take off the pink top you had on, kissing the tops of your exposed breasts of your bra. Derek removes his clothes and pulls you on top of his body onto the bed. “Sit,” his fingertips dig into your hips. In one swift movement of your hips, he enters you slowly.

You let out a sound that’s a combination of a moan and a gasp, "fuck, it's been too long," he groans. Derek grips onto your hips, surely leaving bruises, he starts to lift your hips up and down as he pounds into you, giving you little time to adjust to his size. Derek's abdomen tightens every time you slide back down. Your moans echo off the walls as you claw at his chest, your nails digging into the soft, tanned flesh. He groans at the pain your inflicting on him, enjoying every second of it. "Fuck, daddy! Just like that, oh–ugh, oh my fuck," you shout gripping onto his hair, tightly.

“That’s right mami, moan Daddy's name. Let this whole prison know who’s making you feel this good,” he grunts out as he flips you onto your back and pounds into you harder, your breasts bouncing from the power of his harsh thrusts.

"Mmph, right there, Derek! Oh, I-I'm gonna c-cum," you moan, raking your nails along his back.

“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you?” he smirks at your loud moans. “After this, I'm gonna eat that tight little pussy,” he groans, thrusting his hips faster, his lips sucking hickeys onto your jaw. “C'mon baby, scream my name," he taunts, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he senses that your extremely close.

"Ugh! Fuck, Derek– I'm cumming!" you shout, not being able to hold it back any longer you come undone on him, screaming his name.

“On your hand and knees, doll,” he demands. You look at him with lust in your eyes. You hadn't expected him to stop until he came too. You quickly do as your told, he moans at the sight of your juices running down your thighs. Derek gets behind you, his hands on your lower back. He slowly enters you, groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him. You cry out as he begins to pick up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room. Derek pulls onto your hair roughly, making your back meet his chest. “I've missed this so much, baby. It's been hard without you," groans out. With one hand gripping your hair and the other rubbing your clit, Derek begins thrust deeper into your, hitting your g spot that makes you scream from how sensitive you are. He grins as he continues to hit your g spot harshly.

"Fuck! I love you so much! Derek, Derek!" you scream out his name. “That’s it Y/N. Scream my name. Who makes you feel this good?” Derek says into your ear.

“You, Derek! You, you, you!” You loudly moan, the pleasure taking over your entire body. His movements become to a complete halt causing you to whine out from the loss of contact. “Don't whine, Y/N,” he scolds, sliding in too painfully slow for your liking.

“I'm sorry, Daddy. Faster, go faster," you moan out. “What? I didn’t hear you Mrs. Luh. Repeat that, if you don't mind, doll?” Derek's pace begins to slow again. “Please go faster, God dammit! Please, daddy!” you cry out. He laughs liking the sound of you begging him to fuck you. He quickly obliges and continues his deep thrusts. Your eyes close tightly at the pleasure you are receiving, your hands gripping onto the pillows. Your legs begin to shake and your arms give out as you feel your second orgasm taking over your body. “Derek, I-I'm gonna–” you cry out as you cum for the second time.

"Shit, shit, shit! Oh– and I'm cumming," Derek says to you shooting out onto the bedsheets. Once you both come down from your highs, Derek flips you onto your back, gripping your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed. Your eyes widen as Derek head disappears in between your thighs.

“I don't t-think I can h-handle much m-more,” you groan. He smirks looking up at you from in between your legs. Derek spreads your legs apart as his tongue flattens against your clit. Your hands intertwine into his brown locks and pull on it, causing Derek to groan, sending vibrations onto your centre. Your body convulses as you come undone all over his face. “Derek, oh god!” you yell out as your thighs tighten around Derek's head. He climbs up your body and places a gentle kiss to your lips.

"You're beautiful, mami," he says beaming down at you.

"That. Was. The. Best. Sex. Ever," you say panting between each word. "You, my love, are a sex god."

"Why thank you, Mrs. Luh," he says cheekily.

"You're welcome, Mr. Luh," you reply mocking him. You guys were cut short from your moment when Officer Gilinsky saunters into the room.

"I'm here to tell you that Mr. Luh is free to go. Warden's orders, you're out early for good behavior. Stay out of trouble Derek." "Oh my god! We're going home baby!" you scream hugging him close.

"I love you, Y/N," he says kissing your lips.

"And I love you," you reply. You quickly two get dressed and collect your things and get ready to head out of the building. But, before you leave you stop by to tell Officer Gilinsky goodbye.

"Derek, he's been trying to get with me since the first day I walked in here. Can I just kiss him once, make his dreams come true?" you ask.

"One little kiss, that's it. Anything more, I slit his throat," Derek says seriously.

"Hey, Officer! Gilinsky!" you shout getting his attention.

"Yes ma'am," he says walking towards you. You don't say anything but kiss his pink lips quickly.

"Don't miss me too much," you say kissing his cheek and walk away leaving him stunned. "That did the trick, I think," you giggled grabbing ahold of Derek's hand, intertwining your fingers.

"Yeah, I bet. Now, we're going home and I'm going to punish you for that," he said.

"But you said it was oka–," you start.

"Yeah, but I changed my mind," he smirked pulling you towards his Maserati you've been driving.

[gilinksy-johnsonn]

Writing?

🌸Should I start writing imagines and stuff again? Haven’t posted In a really long time and I feel like i should get into again. Send me some requests or ideas you guys have. 🌸

[vlogsquadtrash]

Baby Blue // Jack Gilinsky

[itsluhsbitch]

from the club, to the car, to the crib to the bed

You smiled as another drink was set in front of you, the bartender nodding towards the guy at the other end of the bar, smiling and winking at you, signaling it was from him. You smiled at the stranger and took a sip from yet another drink he had gotten you. It’d been going on all night, and you really weren’t complaining.

The whole reason you were even out tonight was to forget him. Him being your ex. You spent 2 years together, only to walk in on him with another girl. You didn’t want to have to deal with the situation, so instead you headed to the bar, and two hours later here you were, on the verge of tipsy and drunk, sending flirty looks to the guy who kept buying you drinks.

By the time you were halfway done with your drink the mystery man was occupying the seat next to you. You smiled flirtatiously at him and took another sip.

“I suppose I should thank you.” you giggled taking another sip.

“hey no worries. I don’t mind buying a pretty girl a drink.” he flirted.

“well I don’t mind a handsome stranger buying me a drink either.”

“I’m Dillon” he smiled.

“(y/n)” you blushed.

“beautiful name for a beautiful girl” 

“oh please” you rolled your eyes. “how many times have you used that one before?” you asked.

“a few, but I’ve never been called out on it.” he laughed, catching the bartenders attention for another round of drinks.

a few more drinks, you and Dillon were totally wrapped up in one another. His hand not leaving the exposed skin of your thigh and your hand not leaving him, between grabbing his arm, or running your hand along his chest, or even resting on his thigh.

You had just got so lost in your conversation, Dillon was such an interesting individual. His views on life were just so far out there, but they all made sense to you. You didn’t even realize how late it had got until you checked your phone seeing that it was 1 a.m. and you also noticed about 27 messages from your boyfriend, or ex, although you hadn’t talked to him about the whole breaking up thing, you just thought it was obvious.

Dillon took a quick glance at your phone and saw all the messages filling your screen.

“boyfriend?” he asked cautiously, cause he’d admit you definitely had him feeling some type of way and he didn’t wanna get his ass beat by some guy for hitting on his girl.

“ex.” you spoke with disgust locking your phone and setting it back on the bar. “I walked in on him with another girl so, here I am” you laughed dryly.

“shit.” Dillon muttered.

“yeah.” you let out a dry, sarcastic laugh.

“you deserve way better than that asshole treated you.”

“you didn’t even know him”

“I don’t have too. Anyone who cheats on a girl as fine as you is an idiot.”

You blushed a bit at his words. And maybe it was the tension in the air, or the alcohol in your system, but you locked eyes with Dillon and bit your lip before seductively asking.

“and how would you treat me?”

A smirk made its way onto Dillon’s face as he looked in your eyes. “why don’t you let me show you.”

You bit your lip as you looked down at Dillon’s lips, meeting his eyes that were suddenly filled with lust. You just nodded and whispered out an ‘okay’ and that’s all it took. Dillon took your wrist in his hand and was dragging you out of the bar and into an uber.

On the ride to his house, too drunk to care about the driver, you were straddling Dillon, grinding on him, hands tangled in his hair, and lips locked together, his tongue fighting against yours.

You felt Dillon’s bulge underneath you and you let out a little moan at the feeling. Dillon’s lips went to your neck and you threw your head back to give him more access. You also noticed when you pulled up to a house much bigger than yours and the uber parked, you realized you were at Dillon’s. You got off Dillon, much to his dismay, only to open the uber door and look at Dillon with a seductive look only to have him throw money at the driver and get out of the car, chasing you up the walk to his house since you started running towards the front door.

Dillon caught you, wrapping an arm around your waist and spinning you around in his arm. You were in a fit of laughter, due to the amount of alcohol you had in your system. You were suddenly resting against the front door, Dillon’s hands on either side of your face, caging you in. You bit your lip and looked up at him.

Dillon started to lean in, and you being your slightly drunk, flirty, playful self, acted as if you were gonna kiss him but had grabbed the door handle, and just as he was getting close to kissing you, you turned the knob and entered the house, smiling at Dillon who just shook his head with a smile on his face.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled him in more, closing the door behind him, and locking your lips to his in the middle of the entryway. Pulling apart a bit, Dillon grabbed your hand and started pulling you down a hall.

“my bedroom’s this way” he whispered.

Opening a door at the end of the hall, Dillon pushed you in a bit, closing the door behind him. Once he closed the door, he turned and you practically jumped into his arms, smashing your guys’ lips together.

Stumbling around the room you were slammed against the wall, a dresser, sat up on a desk, after Dillon had un-graciously bumped your ass into it, spinning you a bit causing your ass to essentially knock half the stuff off the desk anyway.

So you were sat up on the desk, Dillon standing between your legs, his hands fiddling with your shorts, tugging at them cause he wanted them off.

Pulling them off, and your panties along with them, one hand went and slowly slid up your folds, collecting any wetness, since you were actually pretty turned on.

He teased you a bit like that, slowly running his finger up and down your folds. His lips made their way from your lips down to your neck, grazing over the exposed part of your breasts, due to your low cut shirt, until he was kneeling on the ground in front of you, placing your ankles on his shoulders.

He looked up at you as he licked a bold stripe up your folds, from your hole up to your clit. You bit your lip as he stopped and started sucking on your clit. One hand reached up under your shirt and started massaging your boob, tweaking a nipple, while his other he slowly pushed into your pussy. You arched your back a bit at the feeling.

Slowly sliding his finger in and out of you, making sure to curl it to hit all your spots inside while he sucked and licked on your clit. Removing his fingers from you he moved to plunge his tongue into you causing you to arch your back and he slid a finger with your juices into your ass making you moan out.

You reached down and grabbed his hair in your hands, pushing him closer to your core, his nose brushing against your clit as he continued to eat you out mercilessly. You were moaning out his name and rolling your hips as he kitten licked you, and sliding his finger in and out of your ass.

You clenched around his tongue to which he got more vigorous with his tongue, showing you no mercy. You were whining at this point, Dillon’s name slipping past your lips here and there until you reached your orgasm, shrieking out a ‘fuck Dillon’ when it first hit, but a long moan following as he rode out your orgasm.

You heard him lapping up your juices when your head became more clear, recovering from the mind blowing orgasm you had just had.

Dillon removed himself from between your legs and stood again, pulling you forward a bit and locking his lips with yours. You reached down and started to palm him through his jeans, earning a few low groans from him.

You fumbled with his button and zipper, eager to set him free of his restraints. Finally managing to get the two undone you started tugging his jeans down, only getting them to his knees. 

While your lips were still locked together he managed to shimmy out of his jeans, and also he had removed his boxers, setting him completely free. With your lips still locked together, the taste of yourself still on his tongue, you reached down and started to stroke his shaft, using your thumb to spread any precum around and using that as a small bit of lube. You could feel him harden in your hand. You spread your legs more and wrapped them around his waist as you leaned back on the desk a bit for a better angle, his lips still on yours, causing him to have to lean forwards more. 

With your hand still stroking his member you guided him towards your entrance, feeling the tip push into you slightly, causing you to buck your hips a bit.

Dillon pushed himself into you all the way, stretching your warm walls, causing him to groan at the feeling, but you also let out a shaky breath as he stretched you.

He started to thrust into you, causing you to throw your head back against the wall, hands gripping tightly onto Dillon’s shoulder as his pace started to pick up, going deeper into you. Both of your moans and heavy panting filled the room. You started to roll your hips to meet Dillon’s thrusts.

Pulling out, you whined, opening your eyes to look at Dillon, who just smirked at you.

“c’mere babygirl.” he spoke, his voice raspy. He pulled you off the desk, only to bend you over, so your ass was out, your chest laid out on the desk.

Dillon grabbed your hips and pushed the tip into you, only to slam into you afterwards, you nearly screaming out. He was pounding into you, low groans coming from Dillon and screams coming from you, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the room.

You started fucking him back, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts. 

“fuck” you screamed out as he brushed against your g-spot, which only encouraged him more to continue how he was, sure to hit your spot each time. He reached down and started to toy with your clit, making you scream out, and call him ‘daddy.’ 

you couldn’t form any real words besides those of pleasure, so basically you were just moaning and whining and screaming out ‘oh fuck’ here and there. You were close, and Dillon knew from how you were clenching around him.

“come on, cum for me baby” his raspy voice in your ear urged you on.

And after a few more thrusts you came hard, Dillon still relentlessly pounding into you to ride it out. Your legs were shaking, nearly giving out on you.

Dillon was close, feeling you cum all around him pushed him that much closer to losing it all. He pulled out, knowing he would cum any minute now, and he pulled you up a bit.

“suck me off baby” he groaned, to which you happily dropped to your knees and grabbed his member in your hands and licked up from the base all the way to the tip before sinking your head down on him.

Bobbing your head up and down. He grabbed your hair, and started to guide your head, but also thrust into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around him causing him to let out a groan.

His breathing started getting ragged and uneasy and he kept muttering ‘don’t stop’ and ‘shit’ and ‘fuck.’ 

His thrusts into your mouth started getting sloppier as you hollowed your cheeks around him, and his load shot down your throat with a loud groan from him.

He removed himself from your mouth, and you swallowed his load. He helped you up and as soon as you were standing he crashed his lips to yours.

“god, that was incredible.” he muttered looking intently at you.

“yeah” you breathed out.

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you woke up in the morning, last night still hazy. You looked around the room and it suddenly all came back. You looked around for Dillon, only to see him still sleeping beside you.

Knowing how these type of things usually work, you slid out of bed and started putting on your clothes from last night, trying to be as quiet as possible not to wake him.

Finding a pen and paper you scribbled a quick ‘thanks for the drinks last night. If you ever wanna do it again call me.’ and you scribbled your number at the bottom and left your name.

You slipped out of the room, making your way through the house, phone in hand texting an uber to come get you.

On your way out you accidentally bumped into someone. You muttered a quick sorry and sent him a smile before leaving the house.

When Dillon woke up he was expecting you to be there beside him, but instead he found an empty bed and all your stuff gone. In a panic, he got out of bed and went out to see if you were in the kitchen or some shit, cause he’s known a girl or two who woke up before him and made the both of them breakfast. Unfortunately you were nowhere to be seen.

He ran into the living room, seeing Nate, John and Sammy all playing fifa.

“hey did any of you see a girl this morning by chance?” 

“no, but I just got up” Sammy laughed, and John also muttered a ‘no’

“shit I ran into her this morning. Props to you bro” Nate laughed.

“fuck, was she leaving or?”

“yeah, she bumped into me and then just left, but bro, she was hot as fuck.”

“fuck. I know that” Dillon pulled at his hair.

“wait, she dipped on you?” John laughed, along with the other two.

“was it good?” Nate asked.

“fuck” Dillon sighed out, plopping onto the couch “it was so fucking good.”

After bullshitting with the guys for a while, talking about last nights events, Dillon went back to his room to take a shower, looking and seeing what a mess his room was. He noticed something on the desk though, which seemed odd to him cause everything on the desk was knocked off it last night.

Smiling at the message on the piece of paper he quickly pulled out his phone.

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You were in the middle of telling your best friend about last night when your phone went off. You opened the message and smiled.

setting your phone down you looked at your friend.

“how do you feel about going to a party tomorrow?”

[zay-lee]

You need to get you a bitch who ain't older than you////Nathan Maloley

Me and Nate i guess was a thing intill he found this hoe name Ana Montana which mind you is damn near 6 years older than him. That shit is hella nasty too. I gotta see him cause I guess we’re preforming at a club, I really don’t want to see him cause all he’s gonna do is kiss her the whole time I’m there. So I get dress and Jack j

“Hey y/n are you ready?”

“Yeah I am I’m coming to your house rn” I said getting my car keys

“Oka see ya” i hung up the phone and got in the car and drive to JJ house when I get there I heard hella people in there so when I walk in I saw Nash Hayes Tez Maggie Jack j Jack g Skate Ana Rupp Derek Taylor Sammy Stasis Kdl

“Ayye Y/n is here!!!” Rupp said

“Wassup guys” I said I could tell that skate looking at me I really wanted to look back but I didn’t want to so we all took shots.

“Y/n I don’t get yo outfit” Hayes said

I was wear a long see through shirt that goes down to my knees and a black bra and high waisted black leggings shorts and wearing a snapback.

“Shittt I think she’s looking just right” Derek said laughing

“For real” Jack j said

We all went to different cars and and got to the club was hella lit went we go there they were strippers foggy machine Hokka bars and shit like that we all sat at in the V.I.P section all the boys were in the back getting shit together while me and the girls​ we’re talking I guess Ana was trying to talk to me because she was looking at me

“Oka I know your jealous of me and Skate” she said

Stasis and Maggie look at her with there eyes wide open

I started laughing.

“ Why would I be jealous of you and him? Of course he wanted to get me back with a bitch who has fake ass and titi’s” I said giggling

“Excuse me?!” She said

Maggie was sliding all the drinks to the side.

“ Your excued, Don’t sayed I would be jealous of you hun, ” I said before I could get up she throws her drink at me so I swung at her and we started to fight we been fight for a long time I guess cause everyone boy was trying to get me off of her but I wasn’t haven’t it,

“Im laughing right now cause you thought you could beat me bitch? Nah try again” I said laughing I turn around and saw Nate holding on me pulling me outside

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?!” He said

“Don’t get mad at me. That’s what you get for dating a bitch that’s older than you” I said laughing"I’m really laughing at y'all realitionship because y'all look hella pathetic" I said

“Y/n your just drunk right now why would you fight her?!”

p>“Cause she through her drink at meh” I said “look I’m going back in there cause it’s hella cold out here so yeah" I said Walk back in the club all I heard was a whole bunch of yelling

“Oml y/n are you okay?” JJ said

“Yah I’m good” I said

I walk up on the stage and hella people started to chanted my name when I got in there Rupp was looking I got behind the turn table and started playing No heart.

“Wassup guys!!! Ight we finna get lit tonight​ cause I got all my homies here, and yes I am playing No heart so don’t judge meh, ight who’s ready to get turnt with us?” I said

The crowd started going wild when I said that, but I still couldn’t believe I fought Ana I could tell this bitch was look at me right now, but I don’t care so I call Derek on the stage we was too lite he sang luh bitch I couldn’t stand it but dance with Derek grinding on each other. Then skate came on. The fact that I am mad at him I still love him, we were like big Sean and Jhene Aiko but I guess​ have fun with him, I started to sing with while I walking towards to him and then started dancing together I couldn’t help but smiling. After the show I went back stage and change my clothes bacially I changed in to a shirt and kept the short on when I walk out and saw skate looking at me, so I walk past him but he grabbed my wrist to sit me down.

“Look stop pretending your mad at me” he said

“ Oka..” I said

“ And stop being mean to her I love her and you” he said

“Oka… Wait did you just said you love me too?” I said

“Yup” he said confused

I know he don’t love me like that but I guess k gotta deal with it.“mmmmm” I said

“So please stop acting like your mad at me” he said

“Ight” I said

“NOW DEREK!” Skate yelled

Out of no where Derek came, pick me up and ran outside​ where everyone sprayed silly string in me.

“Ugghhhghgh I hate silly string” I said laughing

So we went home I guess I had a pretty decent night…Most of it😂

[gilinskys-wifey]

MASTERLIST

        * this means a new imagine (from 2019) all others are really old (which means I was really young when I wrote them so they’re not really good)

Shawn Mendes imagine:

Can’t look at you *

I would never hit a girl *

Skate Maloley imagines:

Meet&greet (pt.2)

Jack Gilinsky imagines:

Two can play that game

The Omaha squad made me do it -SMUT

Matt Espinosa imagines:

Christmas love (kind of smut)

~Dillon Rupp imagines:

I Love You

Kenny Holland imagines:

Picture Perfect

Taylor Caniff imagines:

Love in the Back Seat of the Car

FANFICTIONS!

~Jack Gilinsky imagine: DON’T TRUST MAGAZINES

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

~Sam Wilkinson and Jack Gilinsky fanfiction: MESSED UP LOVE:

Part 1

Part 2

[luhslilbitch-blog]

Mr. Wilkinson- (s.w.) [pt. 1]

Warning(s): mentions of sex, cursing, fighting, guns, drugs, booze, blood

This is the first chapter of the mini-series I’m writing about Sammy. Let me know if you guys like it, if so, I’ll continue it!

(My edit, feel free to use, just give creds)

Your POV:

“Where is it Nate?” you asked, screaming at the man in front of you. He was supposed to pick up the shipment of 100 kilos of Benzoylmethylecgonine, which is pure Cocaine. It was valued at $4 million USD, but here Nate was in your office empty handed.

“Y/N, I looked everywhere. I tried to find Gilinsky, but he didn’t have the package,” Nate said running his hands through his messy hair. You slammed your fists onto the desk, Nate following in suit.

“Wilkinson,” you both shouted simultaneously.

“That son of a bitch! He’s got the Coke, again. I don’t get it, he’s always one step ahead of us, Maloley,” you said, slamming down into your chair. Running your hands through your hair, you let out a frustrated sigh slouching over.

“Lil mama, look at me. We’ve got this under control, we’ll find him and get the coke and the money. Okay?” Nate said rubbing my back. You didn’t say anything, just hugged your body close to Nate’s. You guys have been friends since diapers, he was the big you never had. He started this business back in Omaha, and soon things got better, money came fast. So, when he had finally enough money to buy the house he wanted, he asked you to move to LA with him to continue his business. And here you are 4 years later, some the richest people in the country.

“Hello,” you said pulling away from Nate, and answering your phone. “What? Really? We’re on our way Swazz,” you said, standing up pacing back and forth, “Okay, see you there,” you hung up, smiling at Nate.

“Well, what is it?” he said the anticipation getting to him.

“Get dressed, we’re going to the club. Swazz and Derek just saw Sammy there, he’s gotta have the stuff,” you smiled and ran to your room to find an outfit. You decided on a skirt and a tube top with your favorite black heels. You finished off with a bit of make up and decided to leave your hair with it’s natural curls. (outfit, makeup, & hair)

Stepping out of your car, you handed the keys over to valet. Immediately walking into the club, you were met with the familiar smell of sweat, booze, and weed. Gyalchester by Drake was blaring out from the speakers as bodies scattered the dance floor. You scanned your eyes around the room, until they landed on the boy with brown hair and tattoos covering his arms with some blonde sitting on his lap. You made your way over to the bar smiling at the charming bartender, “Hey, handsome. Three Coronas, please,” you asked beaming at the man.

“Here ya go, Miss. Anything else?” he asked.

“No thanks, see you around, handsome,” you replied, winking at him before turning around.

“I’ll be taking that,” Nate laughed taking a beer from your hands and disappearing into the crowd with a gorgeous brunette.

Taking one last look around you spotted Sammy in the VIP section with the same chick from earlier. As you were walking up to the guards you checked to make sure your gun was in place on your thigh underneath the skirt you have on. “Excuse me Miss, but you can’t come in,” a body guard says, his hands blocking the entryway.

“It’s me Y/N Y/L/N,” you said showing him your ID.

“Sorry for the inconvenience Miss. Y/L/N. Enjoy your time tonight,” he spoke, moving out of the way to let you in.

You made your way over to the couch Sammy and the blonde were sitting on, “Hey doll, out now,” you spoke tapping the girls’ shoulder.

“Excuse me, bu-,”

“I will not say it again, doll,” you cut her off, “this is business, the kind you have no interest in,” you said snapping as guards came in pulling her out of the room. “Now, Wilkinson. We have some important business to discuss,” you said handing him a Corona.

“Ah, and what would that be, ma,” he said mocking your tone of voice.

“Let’s see, hmm? Oh, that’s it! You have 100 kilos of Coke that I’m afraid to say, belongs to me,” you said sarcastically.

“Is that so?” Sammy chuckles, his eyes raking down your semi covered body,

“Don’t play stupid with me, Wilkinson,’ you roll your eyes annoyed with him. “Hand it over and there’s no problems.”

“Now why would I do that, Y/L/N?” he questions, “you want it back you’ll have to earn it.”

“I said, hand. It. The fuck. Over.” your gun, pointing at Sammy’s head, him doing the same with his.

“Earn it,” he simply replied.

“Enough with the games, Wilkinson,” you yelled, a bunch of your guys coming into the room. They lifted their guns to shoot, but Sammy’s team had already beat them to it. You noticed the same blonde girl and more of her friends in ski masks, I mean who could forget that greasy matted blonde mess. “Give it, I’ll give you the four mil, if you just hand over the coke.”

“I don’t want the money, Y/N. I just want you,” he chuckled.

Your face twisted in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

“End it, ladies. I got Y/N,” Sammy said.