#fucking jager bombs

[down-to-marsgirl]

And I was drownin’

but now I’m swimmin’

🖤🖤🖤🖤

[phatcatphergus]

I love how Chaz sturdy came down to watch this

Chaz who works at a bar and creator of Chaz city is definitely judging rn

[princelancey]

Lá Fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh

[piftamere]

nine - keg stand (wc : 791 ; cw : vomit, drinking)

he abandoned her, even though she doesn’t know anyone, what a fucking jerk. she walks through the house, looking for him, or for a friendly face who’s not completely drunk.

nearing the kitchen to pour herself a drink, she hears yelling and cheers in the distance. she recognizes a name, one of her boyfriend’s teammates, who’s apparently doing a keg stand. she met them briefly earlier. they seemed more interested in the party and alcohol than in getting to know her, and the feeling was mutual.

she hears a loud crash and turns her head to look in it’s direction. the guy fell over, but he’s now back up, holding up his hands like he won a gold medal. as she’s focused on the blond guy’s stupid proud expression, someone bumps into her, spilling their cold, sticky drink all over her clothes. she curses and they shortly apologize before vanishing into the crowd. she smells like a fucking jager bomb now.

she looks around for a bathroom, giving up on her drink. she just wants to wash her dress and go home. she waits for half an hour in the bathroom line.

fucking frat party.

cleaning her dress takes her longer than she thought it would, impatient drunk college students bang on the door, urging her to hurry up. she takes a moment to look in the mirror, ignoring the line outside.

maybe she doesn’t have to leave, maybe she can still enjoy her night, with or without her boyfriend. her dress is wet and sticky but who cares. (she cares)

she takes a few deep breathes, ready to have a better end to her night. weaving through the crowd, she heads back to the kitchen where the music is significantly less loud. the windows are open and the cool air is a welcome addition. she overhears voices who appear to be coming from outside. her boyfriend’s teammates… they’re everywhere, some kind of curse she thinks.

she doesn’t pay much attention to their conversation, until she hears her name. though they’re slurring their words, she understands most of what they’re saying.

someone she can’t see says sheepishly, “yn seems kinda nice i don’ know…”

“tsumu”, who appears to be the guy doing a keg stand earlier, is talking loud, voice proud and arrogant.

“who cares, she's just a bitch he'll fuck for a few weeks then ditch like he always does.” he laughs as he says it, like it’s the greatest fucking joke ever.

“tsumu…” the other guy groans.

“what? it’s true! she’s hot, sure, but that’s all she is. i bet he’s already looking for the next one.” he continues laughing, and she stops listening.

her hands grip the counter, knuckles whitening. it would be so easy to put him in his place. he’s just a pathetic, drunk low-life. a few well-chosen words and he'd think twice about running his mouth again. but they get stuck on the knot in her throat.

fuck fuck fuck. why is it getting to her? she doesn’t know him, she never cared about assholes like him. so why can’t she get a fucking word out?

she’s frozen in place for a while, not sure how long. she feels stupid, embarrassed. no one else inside heard but all she wants to do is run away.

done with the night, she heads towards the front door, head hung low, without saying goodbye to her boyfriend or any of his “friends”. as she walks out, she sees someone leaning against the railing, actually he’s more slumped over it, as he most likely can’t stand on his own. she recognizes him and curses under her breath.

has he not ruined her night enough?

“leavin’ already?” he slurs over his words and lets out a hiccup, a drunken smile plastered over his face.

she ignores him.

“hey… did somethin’ happen?” a hint of concern can be heard in his tone, and it infuriates her. who does this egotistical dick think he is, pitying her?

she turns to face him, ready to take her anger and frustration out on him. he deserves it. hell, she deserves it. he won’t remember it tomorrow morning anyway. as she’s about to tear him a new one, she stops, seeing the weird expression on his face. her brows furrow as she tries to figure out what it means, but she understands a little too late. he leans forward, placing his hand on her shoulder to steady himself... before puking at her feet, covering her shoes in the process.

she abruptly pushes him off her. he hits the railing hard, mumbling what appears to be barely audible apologies.

she throws her shoes in the nearest trash can, and walks home barefoot.

fucking jocks.

fun facts

this is a flashback to when atsumu and yn met (their meet ugly)

this night is what hinata meant when he said atsumu owes him : he brought him back to their place, helped him clean up the vomit and didn’t tell anyone that he threw up all over himself

atsumu has almost no memories of the night, he knows he puked over someone or something, but that's basically it.

the guy speaking with atsumu about yn was bokuto, he forgot most of the night as well

yn can hold a grudge forever

author's note

i would be mad forever too just for the puking thing

i had this part sitting in the drafts for so long i'm so happy to finally post it

play dumb! - next

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[a-ikuoliver]

Happy two year anniversary!!

I’d like to order three Jager Bombs. One for me and Mr. Plague daddy Overhaul over there. The other is for the girl of the hour of course 😉

(Psst- not sure if it’s my app but the links to your rules isn’t working ;-; I’d overhaul is a no go for you pls feel free to replace for Bakugo/Shinso. Whichever you’re more inspired to write 💚. Happy two years!!)

thank u bby! i appreciate the bomb for me too teehee i wrote this for shinso bc i don't write for overhaul but i think tumblrs been having issues with the links but thank u for sending one in either way! i hope u enjoy <3 birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

“can i get a jagerbomb? pl-pease?” your bright smile falters for just a moment when you try to keep your tone as even as possible at the spike of stimulation between your thighs, the slowly-dying battery kicking into life every few moments before settling to a low buzz again. shinso eyed you lazily, purple eyes looking you up and down, specifically drawn to the way your thighs squeezed together the moment you pulled yourself onto the barstool, before finally settling at your eyes.

“that’s everything?” oh, his voice is so deep, and you’re already so sensitive, the shiver running down your spine, your thighs nearly trembling at the low timbre.

if he was anyone else in this bar — drunk patron, high server — he wouldn’t have noticed the way you reacted to the sound of his voice, the miniscule changes in your demenour with every syllable that passed his lips, every letter senting a jolt straight to your aching clit. unfortunately for you, he’s awfully perceptive, noting every shiver, every jump, every squirm when he gets you your drink, and your second, and by the third he’s sure you’ve got a cute little vibrator tucked in the front of your panties; only half charged he’d guess by the way you kept wiggling, raising your hips into it as much as you could without drawing attention to yourself, despite how desperate you were to ride the poor toy until it either gave out or you did.

studying you from the far end of the bar, shinso watches you nearly choke on the drink when another strong burst of life from the toy, the surge getting you closer than the others had, your desperation to cum starting to show. glancing around the other customers, confirming all of them drunkenly dancing and cheering, you adjust in your seat, squeezing your thighs closer together, your eyelashes fluttering when you grinded firmly down onto the toy.

you’re so fucking desperate, nearly humping the chair the moment you think no ones watching you. hoisting himself off the edge of the bar, he stalks back towards the dimly lit corner you stayed in, a satisfied expression gracing his features when you froze in your spot, “you want another drink?”

his tone is bored when he gestures to the empty glass in front of you, but his eyes are anything but, lit ablaze by your nervousness, his violet iris growing darker when you stared up at him with wide, shocked eyes. leaning his forearms on the bar, he leaned closer, close enough you worry if he can hear the steady buzzing coming from between your slick, shaky thighs, “or did you just come here to get off?”

your chest tightens, your mouth bobbing open and shut dumbly, mumbling sounds that weren’t quite entire sentences, hardly even words, not quite managing to spout your innocence. the more you stumbled over your words, the hotter your face got, and the faster the blood rushed from his head, the more he wanted you.

“don’t bother trying to deny it, baby, you like geting off like this. with no one else having any idea what you’re doing over here,” he tilts his head curiously to the side, his lilac gaze as intense as it was when your eyes first met his, studying you, the way you squirmed the more he spoke.

he drops his voice, whispering lowly into your ear, “tell me you like it, and i’ll help you.”

your pupils nearly swallow your iris staring up at his wicked smile, your hips rolling subconsciously the longer he stares you down. parting your lips to speak, no sound escapes your wet lips.

shinso knows exactly what you want, but still, he scrunches his eyebrows, even going as far to cup his ear, “sorry, baby, what was that? it’s so loud in here, i couldn’t hear you.”

you flush again, finally mustering your voice, “please.”

quirking an eyebrow at you, he tosses up taking pity on you, hearing your sweet voice plead with him was enough to get his cock aching, but was it enough to get him to fuck you stupid? to finally have you cum? voice dripping in condescension, he whispered to you once more, “oh, sweetheart, you think you deserve to cum begging like that? that was pitiful.”

he stands back up straight to his full height, taking a step back from the ring-marked counter, his heart rate spiking when you gently circle your fingers around his wrist, god, his pants were getting tight, “please, i wanna cum.”

[lynxindisguise]

hello lynx please assign every werepuppy an (alcoholic or non alcoholic) drink and tell me about the first time they all taste alcohol/get drunk! 🫶🏼

hiii cat so for the purposes of this ask we’re going to decide that the werepuppies can drink safely bc magic.

- lyra is ofc black coffee/neat whisky etc. she likes to sit at the bar with sirius is her doggy leather jacket and drink from his glass when no one is looking. girl can hold her liquor so you won’t really see her drunk/she’s always doing crazy shit anyway so it’s hard to blame that on alcohol!!

- vulcan is red bull or monster, idk I don’t know much about energy drinks, but yeah he’s absolutely doing jager bombs in the club and getting some mad zoomies!!

- pip is a classic rum and coke. but really if it’s sweet, he’ll drink it, and then projectile vomit everywhere. he is an absolute liability when drunk.

- aurora is a glass of red wine. she drinks responsibly, gets a bit cuddlier than normal, then passes the fuck out. but on the rare occasion that she does have a bit too much, she’s also a liability and is probably rolling around crying about the cute dog she met once at the park.

- quincy is craft beer, for the pup with a refined taste. he doesn’t like alcohol at first, but then he discovers imperial stouts and judges his fathers for drinking shitty lagers. he gets very emotional when drunk.

- waffles is warm milk with honey. sweet little waffles doesn’t like the taste of alcohol, but he will get very silly over a strawberry milkshake!

[rebeccawithrosesandrain]

Fuck yeah, Ducks!!

Throw back to Dee & me (and way too many jager bombs lol)

[boatemboys]

tubbo ordering everyone at the wedding party (30 PEOPLE) a jager bomb is fucking insane btw

[willowdied]

hello i’m finally off work about to head home- question of the day- what the fuck do you guys think is in a jager-bomb

[theagent470]

More from Stella

Stella's Halloween

Stella had worried her Halloween outfit might be a bit too revealing, but upon seeing the other outfits in the nightclub when she arrived, saw her fears had been misplaced. She had met up with a group of old work friends for some drinks and a night of revelry to help her get over her divorce and saw this as her first real night out as a newly single woman, and was determined to make the most of it. It helped that she was in a different city so wasn't overly worried about bumping into anyone she knew and they would be hard pushed to recognise the normally modestly dressed woman to the Harley Quinn that was out on the town this evening.

At home in front of the mirror she had felt coy and nervous but strangely felt empowered now in her hot pants, ripped top, fishnet tights and knee high boots. The makeup didn't really conceal her features but overly accentuated them in a fashion.

When they arrived at the first club they ordered jager bombs and vodka with coke. She took her time to cast her eye around the club and found her gaze towards a man in a garish purple suit with slicked back green hair and white makeup. He was already staring at her and flashed a big grin when he saw her look his way. She tore her eyes away and continued to scan the room and when she looked back he was gone.

She carried on chatting with the girls and enjoying her drinks, but her mind was drawn to the figure she had seen staring at her. Her pulse quickened at the thought of him, and she had only caught a fleeting glance, but ideas of the mischief they could cause together brought colour to her pale cheeks. She wouldn't mention anything to her friends as this was supposed to be a girls night, but something had taken root in her mind.

She jostled through the crowd to get back to the bar to order the next round of drinks and waited for the bartender to see her.

"You looking for trouble Harl?" Said a voice to her left. She turned to see the man in the purple suit, grinning at her again. He had a wicked twinkle in his eye but seemed pleasant enough.

"Hey puddin, just getting some drinks, you know how it is"

"Sure do darlin, well if you feel like something a little more exciting, just let me know" he said and turned ready to leave. She knew she should leave the encounter at that but couldn't help but ask

"What kind of excitement you got up your sleeve puddin?"

He looked back at her his face a little more serious and his voice a touch more stern

"The kind that will leave you weak in the knees, but thirsting for more"

She was pretty sure she was being propositioned at this point but found the man's presence more intoxicating than the alcohol. She hadn't slept with anyone since her divorce, and her last few encounters with her husband had been lacklustre and unfulfilling. Fuck it she told herself, why shouldn't I.

"Well Mr J, this party ain't all that great anyway, a little trouble sounds like just what I been looking for" Stella answered. For a moment the man broke character and a look of shock crossed his face, before reverting to his earlier grin.

"Then follow me baby girl"

He headed for the exit to the club, and Stella followed.

The evening air was cool on her skin and the man graciously offered her his jacket. Beneath he wore a white shirt undone for the top three buttons, showing a tattooed chest, and suspenders looped over his shoulders.

"What should I call you then puddin?" She asked him.

"Oh Mr J is fine" he replied still smiling "let's not get all formal now shall we?"

"Ok Mr J, so where we headed?" She asked, her earlier confidence starting to feel misplaced now she was alone with this stranger

"Just a little home away from home of mine, somewhere I can go and relax and by myself. Not having seconds thoughts are we Harl?" His face showed concern. She still didn't know what to make of this guy but between the booze and her needs she decided to plough on ahead

"No Mr J, just not in the mood for a long walk is all"

"Then you're in luck baby girl as we are almost there!" And with that he did a short run and rounded the corner.

She turned the corner and saw him unlocking a padlock on a chain to what looked like an abandoned mechanics garage.

"This your place Mr J?" She asked sceptically

"Of course not sweetie, but the owners don't pay much attention to it, I replaced the padlock months ago and no one has argued about it yet. Still best not linger, in we go!" And with that he slipped through the door.

At this point Stella was torn between running away and phoning the police or following, but her curiosity won out and she slipped through the door, pulling it closed behind her.

Once inside she could see what looked like

Vehicle bays, one of them with a pit and hoist set up over it and numerous tool benches still covered with tools. Chains hung down from sections of the rafters and there were still sack trucks and other items littered around the place. There was still a faint lingering smell of diesel in the room but she couldn't see any drums.

Mr J was walking through a door to the side of the maintenance area which looked like the former office. Well this place looks ideal for a rape and murder she told herself, why the hell am I still here, but followed in spite of herself.

It was a surprisingly large office space, there was still a desk and wheeled office chair set up to one side of the room but someone had brought in a reasonably good condition sofa and mounted a flat screen TV to the wall. There was a small fridge set up to the side of the sofa and a space heater in the other corner of the room. Mr J stood there holding two clean glasses.

"Not well stocked at the mo I'm afraid darlin but there's vodka and coke in there" he gestured towards the fridge

"I'm ok thanks puddin, so what's the plan? Watching TV and drinking in an abandoned building, don't seem too exciting to me?" Stella was finding staying in character was helping her keep calm but at the same time she still felt attracted to this man.

"Who said anything about TV sweetie?"he replied with that grin again "first things first though do you have a safe word?"

The question threw her for a second, but it made sense and was actually quite reassuring

"Sure do Mr J, it's divorce" she had never actually had a safe word with her husband, he had never wanted to explore anything too far from the mainstream, except once asking for a finger in the ass.

"Good choice, my pet, and how do you feel about ropes?"

She hesitated, but then thought he had the foresight to ask for a safeword, she had come here freely and was under no pressure. And god she wanted to be fucked.

"What's not to like?" She replied with a grin. He walked across to her and kissed her passionately on the mouth. It was a surprise but she returned the kiss with an equal intensity. She ran her hands over his body and he felt firm and well muscled beneath his shirt. He took his jacket off her and threw it onto the sofa, running his hands down her sides and firmly gripping her ass. He hoisted her up and carried her across to the desk and sat her on the edge of it before kissing her passionately again then kissing down her neck and nipping at her collarbone. She could feel her body responding to him and feel her nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her top. He reached down to lift her top and expose her breasts, taking each in his mouth and teasing them with his teeth. He pushed her back onto the desk and held her hands above head and kissed her fiercely again.

"Still want to play baby girl?" He asked

"You betcha Mr J" she replied, already breathing heavily.

He stood and walked to the side of the room and picked up two short lengths of rope, he quickly affixed them to the legs of the desk and secured her wrists. He walked around to the other end of the table and pulled off her hot pants but left the tights and thong on. She was now restrained and exposed and completely at this man's mercy. She had never felt so completely powerless but at the same time, he seemed to be saying the right things to make her feel safe and secure.

He grasped her thong and looked at her with a quizzical expression and she nodded. He pulled her thong off. Then he went and got his glass and made himself a vodka and coke. She couldn't believe it, she was here completely exposed and he was getting himself a drink. He sat in the wheeled office chair and scooted himself around so he was at the end of the desk, between her legs

"Now that's a view that deserves a toast!" He said and raised his glass before taking a deep swig emptying half the glass. He seemed to just sit staring at her for what felt an age but was probably no more than five minutes.

He leaned forward and took a hold of the tights and ripped a hole in them leaving her pussy completely exposed.

"How you doing Harl?" He asked

"Oh just hanging around Mr J" she retorted. Being treated like a sex object had an unexpected effect on her and she could feel her pussy starting to react at the thought of what might come next.

Abruptly he stood and walked around to the side of the desk and opened a draw. He withdrew two pairs of small crocodile clips and gave her his mischievous grin again. Before she knew what was happening he had affixed one to her left nipple. She gasped in surprise and he quickly attached the right one. They were joined by a small chain which draped across her chest. The sensation was a new one to her but not unpleasant as she had expected. If anything it increased her arousal. Mr J once again sat back down in his chair and scooted back to between her legs. After the briefest of moments she felt his tongue touch against her labia and draw up to her clit. She let out a low moan not realising just how aroused she had been until that contact. He tickled her clit with his tongue for some time before sliding it down and pushing his tongue deep into her pussy. She gasped at the intrusion, welcome though it was. He once again resumed licking at her clit which was extremely sensitive now, and gently sucked at it, before he slid first one finger inside her then a second. He clearly knew what he was doing and angled his fingers so as to apply pressure to her g spot whilst sucking at her clit and applying light pressure to her lower stomach area. She could feel the beginning of an orgasm starting to form and her breathing quickened.

"I'm not going to last much longer if you keep going like that Mr J" she managed to say.

"Hey whenever you're ready baby doll" he replied and quickened his pace.

She wanted to savour this experience and didn't want it to end too quickly but her body betrayed her and she felt herself losing control. Her muscles clenched around Mr J's fingers and her juices flowed but he continued till her legs began to shake and twitch.

Mr J pushed his chair away from the table and stood and walked to the top of the table and looked her in the face

"Hope you enjoyed that sweetie pie?" He asked, smiling.

Stella's mind was a post orgasmic haze and she wished she had been able to hold out longer but she managed to smile and reply "sure did puddin!"

"Good to hear, now I think some reciprocation is in order, don't you?" She nodded and he undid the belt of his trousers, undid his fly and revealed his member. It was at least 6 inches and already fully erect. He guided it into her waiting mouth and she began to eagerly suck at it. She could taste the tangy pre-cum already and for a moment cursed having her hands tied, but tried her best. Mr J pulled her up the table so that her head hung over the edge of the desk upside down and began to throat fuck her! It wasn't something she was used to but found herself able to breath through her nose sufficiently, though she did gag at one point. He immediately pulled back and looked down at her

"You ok there baby girl?"

She gasped and looked up at him, and saw genuine concern in his eyes, which she found touching.

"Sure thing pudding, you enjoying yourself?"

"Hell yeah sweetie, your throat feels amazing, though I think that pussy of yours will feel all the better?"

She smiled up at him though she wasn't sure she had another orgasm in her she wanted to make the most of the experience. He lifted her so her head was back on the desk, and walked back to between her legs. He held up a condom so she could see it, which again she found comforting. There was a brief few seconds of fumbling on his part before she felt his head graze her clit before sliding it down to her entrance. She was still wet from his earlier ministrations, though extremely sensitive, and as he drove his dick home she groaned. He began to pump slowly and she closed her eyes and focused on calming her breathing for a minute, then she felt a tug at both of her nipples. She had almost forgotten about the clamps and he had leaned forward and pulled at the chain with his teeth. The sensation sent a rush of warmth through her and she moaned again. He gently removed the clips and she felt the blood rush back into her nipples.

"That's better, they were blocking the view" he grinned down at her. He pumped a little faster now but she wasn't feeling as sensitive now and was able to enjoy the sensation more.

"Oh yes Mr J, give it to me!" She almost shouted it. He lifted her legs and held them together and pumped faster. She was sure he wouldn't be able to last long with how tight her pussy was at this angle but his stamina was admirable and he was able to hold out for a while before lowering her legs onto his shoulders and slowing his pace, though still ramming it home hard. Stella thought she could feel the start of a second orgasm building which was incredibly rare for her.

"Keep going Mr J, show that pussy who's boss!" She was sure she had yelled it this time. She wasn't normally one for talking during sex but the roleplay seemed to be bringing out something in her.

He kept pumping and she could feel the start of the orgasm building In her but didn't seem able to quite get that and was getting a little frustrated.

"Choke me Mr J!" It was something she had only ever experimented with a couple of times, with mixed results. He slowed his pace and looked at her quizzically for a second before applying a hand to her neck. He didn't grasp too tightly, and seemed uncertain of himself for a few moments, before quickening his pace again.

Stella felt the orgasm approaching but still not quite getting there.

"Tighter! And fuck me like you mean it Mr J!" She wasn't sure if she could get there but was trying her best

"Relax Harl, you going to show me how much you're loving this dick?"

"Fuck me hard Mr J" she screamed

"Ok baby girl you asked for it" he quickened his pace and applied some more pressure to her throat. She could feel the orgasm building and building, she was almost there. Mr J leaned forward with one arm on the desk and kissed her neck and bit at her ear and before she knew it she felt the orgasm explode within her

"Holy fuck I'm coming!" She screamed and as her muscles tensed she felt Mr J's cock twitch deep inside her as he came too driving her Into deeper throws of ecstasy. The euphoria seemed to be rolling over her in waves and she slumped on the desk as Mr J made a few more spasmodic thrusts inside her. She felt unable to move as she felt him reach up to undo the ropes tying her wrists. He reached down and lifted her off the table and carried her over to the sofa, and pulled a blanket over her body.

"Enough excitement for you baby doll?" He asked with a grin before leaning down to kiss her on the forehead.

"I think so puddin, thanks"

[mamamittens]

My looooooove this is so fun, I am hype. Can I please have my OC x Marco and Ace? oooor if I can just have one boy.. Marco? thank you <3 I hope I filled this out right.. [what I asked for might just suit Marco but if your up for a challange..]

Cream Poprocks Alcohol Mind eraser/motor oil/Jager Bomb/Pink Schnapps[OC is sub]/ Mochi Ice Cream coffee

Man big list -sweating-

I love you <3

Well, I hope you enjoy your date!

Date Night Event!

Warnings: (Background/implied yandere behavior). Car sex, sex as a tool for manipulation, slight voyer/exhibitionism kink, rough sex, dom/sub behavior, degradation (whore and slut used), and spit roast (simultaneous sexual intercourse on both ends).

Word count: 2,468

The atmosphere was cheerful, gaudy Valentine’s day decorations decorating the venue in a somewhat restricted array of white, pink, and red hues. Chocolate candies at every table and an excessive amount of food with food dye in them offered at a buffet table. Ray nibbled on a small sandwich, having removed a heart-and-arrow pick out of it for his own safety. He didn’t strictly… mind the holiday. Free candy is free candy, even if it had cheesy phrases plastered everywhere. At least this free candy didn’t have a one-in-five chance of secretly being a set up for a scare.

Well, unless you were really terrified of commitment.

Ray leaned against the wall, tilting his head to rest against Marco’s arm as he enjoyed a pineapple drink with pink food dye. Ace was prowling the food table as he stacked an increasing amount onto his plate. Ray snorted as Ace snapped his teeth at someone for trying to swipe from his plate. Ray suspected that he was raised by wild animals sometimes and Ace rarely did anything to prove otherwise. What was worse—he was cute enough to get away with being a feral bastard.

Marco and Ray had to act civilized if they wanted to get anything done while Ace ran wild, confident that his cute freckles will get him out of trouble. Truly, the real tragedy of their tri-relationship was that it wasn’t that far off from being the truth.

“At least he’s getting his fill now.” Ray mused, munching on another sandwich slice. Marco snorted, Ray’s lip twitching as he already knew what his partner was going to say.

“So confident this will even make a dent? I don’t know where the fuck he puts it…” Marco complained with a playful glare in Ray’s direction. Seems he was still put out that he lost a bet and had to cover groceries for the rest of the year… fair enough.

“Well, some days all I have is hopes and dreams. Let me believe in a lie for a few hours, alright?” Ray snarked, stealing Marco’s drink for a sip. Marco amicably allowed the theft before giving Ray a soft peck. “Why are we here anyway? I know you’re a sap, but this is a bit much, even for you.”

“Well, I thought the atmosphere would help.” Marco shrugged. Ray paused.

“Help what? Cause as much as I want to believe, we both know Ace will eat his bodyweight in food tonight no matter how tall his plate gets.” Ray eyed Ace as he made his way back to them.

Ace beamed, practically skipping as he effortlessly balanced his food. To Ray’s surprise, he handed a few choice items over without any fuss.

Marco accepted the pineapple jelly with a fond smile as Ray took a cup of chocolate mousse.

“A treat for my future husbands!” Ace crowed proudly. Marco scowled, tsking at Ace.

“I didn’t get to tell him yet.” Ray glanced between the two in confusion.

“Uh… what? Was the food spiked with something, Ace? You’re not normally this bold.” Ray distracted himself from the chastised expression the younger man had. He grimaced and shrugged.

“Sorry. Got too excited.” He excused. Marco sighed, swallowing the pineapple jelly in a single toss of his head. Marco looked down at Ray apologetically.

“There was a business deal with Ace’s bio family. It was sealed with an ‘arranged marriage’. Really, I think Roger just wanted to argue with Pops for a few weeks.” Ray frowned.

“An arranged marriage? In this day and age? With who?! Do we need to sneak you out of the country, baby?” Ray asked in concern. Ace looked pleased as he shook his head.

“No, Ray. It’s with us. Since Roger kept arguing about Ace keeping his family name, Pops decided to force the issue. Now, we’ll all have the same last name.” Marco said, quite pleased with himself. Ray wrinkled his nose in displeasure.

“Why is our relationship being used as a bartering tool?” Ray sneered. He wasn’t against marriage, particularly to Ace or Marco, but being told he had to… irked him. Ace grimaced again mid-bite.

“It’s not! This is just for convenience! Uhm! Legal convenience!” Ace stammered, quickly correcting himself as Marco gave him a look. “Ah… I hope you’re not mad at us. I… I thought it was a nice idea.” Ace sighed, nibbling at a chocolate bar. He looked like a sad puppy being left at a kennel.

Ray scowled anyway, though his heart twisted uncomfortably as Ace visibly shrunk into himself. Marco, usually the more mature and laid back on between them, also seemed to be folding in on himself. Seemingly upset to have put Ray in this awkward position.

Really, it was more about the principal of the matter. If he was going to get married to anyone, he wanted to be involved from the start! Not told that it was practically a done deal! Who the hell wants that? Frustrated at being surprised like this and guilty that his partners were upset, Ray sighed.

“I’m not mad… I just… need to go for a walk.” Ray hissed, certain that the fresh air would soothe his nerves so he could properly address this new issue.

“Ah! Ray! Wait!”

“Don’t… let him walk. We’ll catch up in a minute.” Marco soothed Ace as Ray exited the venue. He was glad they didn’t make a reservation at a restaurant or something. It would be harder to casually shoot the breeze outside if he had to worry about finding his seat again later.

The chilly late-winter air settled heavy in Ray’s lungs as he paced. Muttering angrily to himself. Rapidly flipping through his many issues with the situation.

First off, he wanted to know where Roger and Pops got off deciding their sons’ relationships like that! All of them were too old to be corralled into ‘proper’ relationships. Though at the very least they had enough sense to not break them apart.

He also wanted to know why he was the last one to know. Ace seemed fine with it—likely a combination of legally getting to change his name and not seeing the issue with it. But Marco and himself were independent adults and have been for years. How was he just finding out about this? And not even from them.

A massive part of his life just… just… written off as a trade deal?! What the fuck?!

Marco and himself had never really needed to fancy papers to determine their relationship. Adding Ace into that, while quite an eventful time, didn’t take away the legitimacy of their bond either. So to imply that they needed it after all these years was insulting. And weird. Why now? What changed?

Roger and Pops had been arguing about Ace for years now… seems odd that it was suddenly resolved and Ray didn’t hear about it until now. And with such a weird solution too…

“Babe, get in. You’ll catch a cold out here.” Ray jerked, looking towards the street next to him where Marco was pulled up beside him in a bright blue bug. Ace looked at him from the window with a despondent expression.

He only realized then that his nose was frozen. Tips of his fingers numb with he venue quite a ways behind him.

Huffing, Ray clambered into the backseat. The front occupied with boxed up leftovers that Ace was sure to clear out by the end of the day.

Ace leaned against the door, giving Ray space as he kept his chin tucked into his clavicle.

“I’m not mad at you guys.” Ray sighed, rubbing his cold nose. “Just frustrated with the surprise.” Ace looked at him with hopeful eyes as Marco smiled.

“Yeah. We could have broken the news better. I’m sorry, yoi.” Marco apologized as he started driving. Ace reached over slowly and pulled Ray into a blissfully warm embrace.

“I’m sorry you have to get married because of me.” Ace whispered into his chest. Ray felt his heart break a little at that.

“What? No, baby that’s not what I’m upset about!” Ray wrapped his arms around Ace’s back, rubbing up and down his spine as Ace squeezed him tightly. “This is just something I would have preferred to be included in deciding! Just between the three of us.” Ray clarified softly.

Ace pressed his lips against Ray’s throat.

“You promise?” Ace sighed, sucking a harsh mark on his skin. Ray shuddered, squirming in the seat while Marco kept his eyes on the road, smirking.

“C-Course I do! S-Sssshit Ace, easy~!” Ray whined, feeling his lover’s teeth sink in deeper. His seat belt clicked open audibly as Ace pulled his hips closer. “M-Marco has to pay attention to the ro—ahn~!” Ray squeezed his eyes shut as Ace slipped his hand under Ray’s pants. Curling his fingers over his clit and teasing him.

“Oh, I’m perfectly capable of driving like this, babe. Ace? Keep your clothes on. We can punish him for hurting your feelings at the house.” Marco said dryly as Ace sank another finger into Ray’s cunt. “Try not to make a mess back there. I know it’s hard for you sometimes being soaked for us.”

Ace grinned down at him hungrily as Ray steadily sank into the seat. Sliding beneath Ace as Marco kept driving.

“What? Can’t drive straight if I fuck him in the backseat?” Ace asked with a sly glance. Ray could barely see Marco, his upper body now flat as his legs twisted with mounting pleasure. Ace shoved up his shirt, peppering bite marks around his binder. “He does get wet awful fast for a slut, I’ll give you that. I like that about him though.”

“We’re on the highway, Ace. I can’t exactly pull over to join you two.” Marco reminded him as Ray gasped, his binder unclipped and allowing Ace to continue his assault on his bare breasts. Ace’s hand still toying with his cunt as he did so.

“All that fuss about getting married. Tsk. Bet if we were on the backroads Marco could pull over for a spit roast. You’d like that, right? Can’t complain with your mouth full.” Ace snarked against Ray’s bruised tit. “He’s so wet, Marco. I think he really likes getting toyed with in the backseat.”

“…”

“A-Ace! Oh fuck hnn~!” Ray threw his head back, nails digging into the arm rest above him as Ace bit the other side of his neck, thumb heavy on his clit. He shuddered, gasping and trembling as he came.

“What pretty sounds you make, Ray.” Marco mused, turning the car somewhere. “Is it really any wonder we want to make you ours forever? Bet he’s making a mess back there, isn’t he Ace?”

Ace chuckled against Ray’s throat.

“Course he is. You know how much of a slut he is.” Ace agreed, much to Ray’s dizzy surprise.

“You’re right… we’re off the highway now. You have fifteen minutes before I join you two. Better make it count, babe.” Marco warned lowly. “And if you get seen you have to wear a cock ring for a month.”

Ace’s head shot up before ducking down below the window line as he cursed. Yanking a blanket over them both as he pulled down Ray’s pants.

“Fine. You won’t be a fucking tease for me, right Ray? Going to make you scream like a whore.” Ace laid down over Ray, knocking the air from his lungs as he thrust in balls deep. Ray couldn’t help but gasp in shock as Ace held him down into the seat as he set to beating Marco’s time limit. “Let’s make Marco jealous he has to drive. C’mon. Say his name for me.” Ace panted, fucking Ray into the seat with considerable force.

Ray’s every breath being jackhammered out of him as Ace pulled his hair, forcing him to expose his neck for more hickeys and bites. His cunt burning from the fast pace. In spite of this—or maybe because of it—Ray could feel himself begin to tremble. Gasping and moaning as asked while Ace kept mocking him for it.

“Marc—oh~! Ah! M-Ma—ah—co~!” Ace laughed, forcing his thighs to spread out on the backseat. Ray wasn’t sure if it was the rapidly approaching climax or if he could feel Marco speeding up.

“Just like that! What a slut! Begging for someone else while I make you scream. Is this not good enough for you?” Ace smirked. The wet sound of him driving Ray mad audible over the dull hum of the engine.

“Yes! Y-Yes! A-Aceee~!” Ray cried out, shuddering as he clamped down on Ace so hard his cunt ached. Ray distantly heard Marco clear his throat but if anything, the sound motivated Ace to start moving faster.

The car door was yanked from Ray’s grip, dull garage lights visible suddenly as a blurry figure leaned over him. Hands held his head back as Marco leaned in close enough to accommodate Ray’s lack of vision. His glasses nowhere to be seen.

“You worried us, you know.” Marco said softly into Ray’s ear over the sound of wet sex and Ray’s own pitiful moans. “Running out into the cold like that, yoi. But you’ll make it up to us, won’t you slut?”

Ray whined as his thighs began to ache but Marco kept staring down at him with a dark smile. He kissed Ray once, a lingering soft kiss against Ace’s harsh thrusts.

There was the sound of a zipper as he stood up again. Ray squeezed his eyes shut as Marco’s hard cock pressed against his lips. Dazed and rapidly becoming overstimulated, Ray allowed Marco access. Ace’s hand pressed firmly over his throat as Marco slid inside. He struggled to breathe past the thick obstruction but managed. Barely.

“Fuck that’s hot. Think you can still say his name? You’re such a talented whore, I’m pretty sure you can. Go on. Show us.” Ace gripped Ray’s hips, tilting them up to reach deeper as he licked along Ray’s throat. Biting firmly for a long moment, forcing Ray to moan hard on Marco’s cock. “Our slut.” Ace sneered.

Ray moaned around Marco’s cock as hands gently cradled his face, holding him in place. Balls coming to rest firmly against his nose as he pressed in deep. Marco groaned and chuckled.

“Yeah, babe. Show us what our little slut can do, yoi.”

Ray barely had the presence of mind to cry out at this point. Sore and bruised, he took everything they gave him. Even though his thighs trembled and cunt ached from Ace’s abuse. And his throat burned around Marco’s relentless cock.

Because regardless of the future, he was theirs.

“Our slut.”

[polskiebagno]

Not to be toxic on main but f the psychatrist XD Jager bombs had me so fucked when I was 18 😅 But damn that mix sounds too damn good. Also sending a virtual hug at youuuuu 🤍

no i mean she was right i was letting it fuck up my life 🤷‍♀️ it is what it is

[writingsinashes]

If anybody was ever wondering just on an off chance like anywhere in the world, somebody was like huh? When does this make sense? It makes sense after you’ve had your 14th tequila shot and your fourth Jager bomb and a Long Island iced tea and a smoke from a cigarette you’ve been dying for since 2022 that’s when it makes sense to introduce weed into the mix.

I apologize ahead of time for how bitchy I’m going to be come morning time but let’s be real. I’m probably gonna come under the dash and be like happy New Year’s everybody I love you. Why the fuck am I still inebriated?

I am also slightly concerned that I lost Chio about 15 minutes ago and I don’t know where she is and I’m alone in the living room. It’s not even 10:30 PM y’all I lost my housemate, but I found five cats. I think I own them all can I adopt a seventh one no wait a sixth one no wait let’s just make it seven can I adopt two more?

[ghostly-knight]

went out to the bar last night, pregamed with four jager bombs, saw someone i knew in middle school, somehow got a fire chief hat? and i woke up with 20$ in my pocket (i didn't have cash starting the night) i did become best fucking friends with a random guy outside of the bar who zipped/button up all 5 coats i was wearing

[technicoloredcontrast]

drank yummy jager bombs and mindlessly sucked and gagged on his cock while he gamed (FO4). the brain fog between the liquor and precummy cock was addicting. we had a fight beforehand so he was extra stoic and salty which made it so much better for me, i just wanted to stay below him and present my holes like I'm meant to.

idk where we stand, but we're definitely still good enough friends to fuck each other so there's that.

[dxsturbia]

A few too mad dogs and Jager bomb I don’t know

My dad ever touched it’s because you forgot you came from Cambridge

I keep telling you Rebecca quit fucking with these radicals

This is where you are baby I know that I don’t fight men I fight you

So why are you still here because that’s not my father it’s hers



Not gonna let you down easy

When I walk away believe me the pain will say I told you so