#greg tolan x reader

[quicksilver-babeyy]

Hey, it's been a long time since I've last posted something. I'm planning on writing again but requests are still closed(asks are open though)

[terrence-silver]

Greg would be much calmer if he got to slow dance with his darling at prom just holding them close, looking at their relaxed face and the moment being like one from a romantic movie. He'd feel like maybe he should've been nicer and he might've gotten lots of other sweet moments with them, he doesn't regret most of the things he's done but it does make him wonder what they could've been if he would've been...nice. Maybe his darling would've invited him to prom instead and he wouldn't have done a lot of other stuff.

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[atmostories]

Congrats on NaNo!!! More Greg please 🥺

This is the continuation of my previous Greg Tolan x Reader which was also requested by my dearest Anons, and the inspiring @suis0u x Tags: Rape/Non Con, Female!Reader, BDSM, Injury, Dom/sub Undertones, Explicit   Greg Tolan x Female!Reader You couldn't. . .you couldn't believe what he did to you. It had been almost a week and you were still in a state of disbelief, not quite accepting what happened. It didn't seem real. But the bruises on your arm were proof enough. They were still on your skin, though they were almost faded now. The bruises had turned blue and purple at first and you were almost in awe of the way the colours kept changing day by day. There were hues of green and yellow too.

You were so fucked in the head. If all that wasn't enough, you started dreaming about him too. Every night. He'd make you come over and over and you'd beg him to stop but he'd just keep going, no matter how much it hurt. The pain made the pleasure more intense. You avoided him at all costs like your life depended on it, and in a way it did. To prevent running into him in the corridor, you kept being late for class. Two days ago, he almost hunted you down in the library. For once your luck held true and a librarian accosted him, giving you time to slip out through the back. Your heart was pounding from the close call, your body shook from the adrenaline. Last semester, you spotted some seniors meet under the bleachers to hang out, the entrance was concealed so you had to move a panel out of the way and crawl through. Those seniors had graduated though, and you hadn't seen anyone else discover their secret hideout, so you figured it would be a safe bet. After eating your packed lunch, you were sitting on the ground with your knees against your chest, smoking a joint. There was graffiti everywhere under the bleachers, initials and dates and phone numbers and badly drawn faces of teachers which you still recognised. Maybe next time you were here you could bring a marker and add to the collection. You took another long drag. What were you going to do tomorrow? You had to skip biology, there wasn't a choice, you couldn't sit next to him again, not after. . . Placing your head on your knees and closing your eyes, you tried to ignore the ache in between your legs. The mere thought of him was making you wet. What the fuck was wrong with you? He'd hurt you, he'd grabbed your wrist and marked you with bruises. He wouldn't let you go. He pinched and twisted at your skin, forcing you to look at him while tears streamed down your face and then all he did was squeeze your cunt and you came. How did that even happen? How the fuck did that even- The joint fell onto the ground, dammit. Letting out a sigh, you started to look for it, but all you could see was a pair of sneakers, his sneakers. No, no, no, no. You glanced up in horror and took in the sight of him casually smoking your joint like it had always belonged to him. Scrambling to your feet, you were about to flee in the opposite direction, but two words had you frozen to the spot. “Sit down,” he told you. Without any conscious thought, you did exactly as he said and sat how you were before, knees drawn up to your chest. Your mind was blank. Before he spoke, you had been panicking, desperate to run, frantic to get away, but now. . .you were just staring at him. Greg took another drag of the joint before flicking it off to the side. He knelt down in front of you and wrapped his arms around your knees. Even though you were wearing jeans you could feel how warm his skin was. You tried not to shift away from him, he was too close. “Have you enjoyed this little game you've been playing?” He asked, tilting his head at you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What was he talking about? What did he- “See before you were at least trying not to make it so obvious how much you wanted me all to yourself, hiding in the library, making sure there were witnesses. But now?” He chuckled, flashing his teeth. You shook your head, not understanding what he was saying. “Of all the places to hide, you had to pick the only place where no one was going to disturb us at all?” “No. No, no-” “Don't even try to deny it. I've seen the way you look at me,” he murmured, your heart aching at his words. How did he know? He wasn't meant to notice, he wasn't ever meant to see. Though your cheeks were burning with shame, you couldn't look away from him. “You really shouldn't lie to yourself,” he chided softly, one of his gloved hands started to slip down the back of your thigh. His hand got lower and lower, you were about to panic when he worked his way up to the back of your knee. “But don't worry, I know exactly what you want. Lie back.” What. . .what was he gonna do? Why couldn't you move? Why weren't you trying to get away from him? It was like he had transfixed you. He had rooted you to the spot and you could only move if he explicitly gave you permission to. He pushed against your shoulder, urging you to comply. You laid your back onto the ground, clenching your thighs together. Greg reached around your legs and started unbuttoning your jeans. Without any consideration of the consequences, you began to squirm away from him, your hands latching onto his to push him off. As you tried to kick out your legs, he wrapped an arm tight around your ankles and dragged you closer to him. Placing your feet on his lap, he pulled something out of his jacket pocket. Oh fuck, oh fuck, was that a cable tie? This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. No matter how hard you tried to break free, he easily held onto your ankles and secured the cable tie around them. When he looked at you, the expression on his face made you freeze in place. He was. . .inconvenienced. There was something about how his lips were gently pressed together, how one of his eyebrows was raised. He was completely unbothered your attempts to break free, he didn't even look mildly irritated. You did not register as a concern to him. Blood rushed to your ears. He was going to do whatever he wanted. Nothing you did was ever going to change that. He had a cable tie secured around your wrists before you realised what was happening. Gripping onto both of your shoulders, he manoeuvred you down onto your back, but this time you didn't resist. You blankly stared at him as he finished off unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans, his movements delayed and almost teasing. He pushed your knees over to the ground so you were laying on your side. Something changed in his eyes, it was like they had darkened somehow. That was when he pulled down your jeans and underwear, he didn't take them off completely, only far enough to expose your ass. You awkwardly clung onto the front of your jeans, desperately hoping he wouldn't take them off completely. He started to run his gloved hand over your bare skin, either distracted or nonchalant to what you were doing. It wasn't like it was going to make a difference. “You shouldn't have run from me,” he told you gently, pulling back his hand before spanking you on the ass. You held back a grunt. The noise from the impact was loud, it almost hurt your ears. He smacked you again, harder this time, and then gave you a third spank in quick succession. The initial pain was immediately followed by a stinging sensation which dissipated outwards across your skin. You managed to be silent again, you tensed every time his hand left you. By the fourth and fifth spank, groans escaped your mouth. He seemed pleased by the noises you were making, and began to gently knead your ass, as if in reward. The way his fingers dug into you felt so good compared to how he was hurting you just a moment ago. You almost gasped when you realised how wet you were. Fuck, fuck- Another hard spank had you focusing back on the pain. You clenched your thighs together, your hands were straining against the cable tie as you tried to keep your jeans from slipping down any further. He then began to spank you in a unrelenting and constant rhythm without any respite. There was barely a second between each one. He wouldn't let up. You were getting light-headed. Your body shook from every impact and the sensation had your clit throbbing. The continual barrage of pain was making it harder to differentiate between each spank. It was becoming an intense blur of agony. You thought he had hurt you last week, but this? This. . . You kept crying out in pain. He kept going. He concentrated on the exact same spot on your ass, like he was trying to imprint his hand into your skin. Everything was getting hazy. From the constant noise you were making, you couldn't take in a proper breath. He wouldn't give you a chance. It felt like. . .it felt like you were gonna. . . “Breathe, little tulip, breathe,” he murmured, his fingers were under your chin, tilting your head back. “Come on, take a deep breath.” You blinked several times, trying to focus on his face. “Deep breath. That's it. And another one. Good. That's good. Keep going.” You must have been doing what he said, he only praised you when you obeyed. Why did it sound so fucking good whenever he was nice to you? His thumb carefully brushed away a tear on your face. It was less confusing when he just hurt you. You were almost laying in the foetal position, you wanted to bring your knees up to your chest and pray that you were going to wake up. But this wasn't a dream. Things were starting to get clearer again. Your ass was burning, your fingers hurt. How hard had you been clutching on your jeans? He must have noticed that you'd recovered enough because his hand moved back down, he was going to hurt you again. Your body jolted when his finger gently traced over your ass. He let out a soft laugh, his bright eyes examining your expression before he looked over the damage he'd inflicted. As he began to take off his gloves, your gut writhed in panic, this wasn't over, this wasn't over. You clenched your eyes shut, trying to brace yourself. Fuck this was going to hurt, it was going to hurt so bad. When you felt his knuckle run along your inner thigh, you gasped. Your eyes flew open, you stared at him mindlessly. Your body was starting to shake but it wasn't from fear, it was from arousal. “I can't believe how wet you are,” he almost whispered, pride tinged at his words. The ache in between your legs was agonising. You let out a whine as he brought his hand to his mouth and enveloped his lips over his wet knuckle. “Mmm, fuck. This is all for me, huh?” He braced an elbow on your legs and began to slowly lower himself down, his mouth parting open, his tongue resting on his bottom lip. Understanding what he was about to do, you frantically kicked out, and tried to get away from him, but he held you steady. His bare hand grabbed onto your ass, spreading your cheeks. The moan you let out when his tongue dipped inside of you was half a strangled cry. He pulled away, eyeing you with fascination as your body continued to tremble. You were so close, you were so fucking- “Come for me,” he ordered softly, before his mouth began to suck on your clit. You screamed as the pleasure spiralled out of control, your head lifting off the ground before slamming back down. His tongue kept playing with your clit, even as you naturally bucked away from him. A few moments later he finally relented and lifted his head up. You took in his wet mouth incredulously, your cunt aching from the aftermath. Your body was shaking, tears started to stream down your face as you felt a sob bubble up your throat. When he sat back on his heels and pulled you onto his lap, you began to cry, unable to control the outburst of emotion after coming so hard. He hushed you gently, his arms wrapping around you. You had always been so scared of how strong he was, but now you appreciated it. If he wasn't holding you so tightly, you'd probably fall apart. One of his hands rested against the back of your head, his fingers rubbing against your hair. “My little tulip did so well,” he praised you, making you cry a little bit more. It took a few minutes to stop. That was when his arms moved away from you. Rather than shift you off him as expected, he took of that necklace he always wore. He threaded it through the gap between the cable tie and your wrist, then moved the necklace back and forth until the cable tie broke. He did the same with the cable tie on your ankle. He looked over the marks on your wrists before pulling up your sleeve and seeing the faded bruises on your arm. Your eyebrows furrowed as he kissed each bruise. The expression on his face was different, you couldn't quite make it out. Your confusion deepened when he put his necklace on you and pressed his lips against your forehead. The smile on his face when he pulled away was almost nervous.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and dating Greg Tolan

(Can I just say this asshole is just so gorgeous)(Requested by anonymous)

- You met Greg at school, the blonde bully was in a few of your classes so you got to see him nearly everyday. Even though you knew of him you had never actually spoken to him, that is until you managed to hurt your leg.

- Because of your injury you needed someone to walk you to your next class and carry your things for you but when you needed to leave, no one volunteered. You were already embarrassed by the situation and your severe lack of friends in said class/school so you were more than a little mortified when your teacher refused to let you go alone. You were even more mortified when your teacher; well aware of Tolan’s love of lifting things, immediately asked the smartass to accompany you.

- Greg tried to refuse and you quickly assured the teacher you could handle carrying your things. But they didn’t relent and soon enough they were shoving your books into the now annoyed and standing jocks hands while you stood in the front of the room wanting to melt into the floor.

- He doesn’t speak to you much at first, in fact he hardly said one word to you the first few days he walked you but on the third day he snarked that you could at least “entertain” him if he was going to be your designated brawn. You looked at him like a deer in the headlights and he just looked down at you, snorted a little and asked about your leg.

- He listened to your story of how it happened and chimed in with how he had done that a few years back, giving you tips on what to do with yourself to heal faster. Over time he starts to talk to you more and more and begins to enjoy the few minutes he spends with you everyday; he even begins to find excuses to speak with you more and more.

- By the time your legs healed up he’s managed to charm you but then you see the way he treats people and start to lose interest in him. You end up sort of avoiding him so that you don’t catch any more feelings than you already have but he doesn’t want to let your “friendship” go that easy.

- It’s also hard to avoid him when he knows your class schedule from having to walk you around. It’s not uncommon to walk out of class and see him standing right outside the door, waiting for you.

- You aren’t really sure what to do when he starts coming around you more and starting conversations with you. Like he’ll suddenly sit at your lunch table surrounded by his friends and ask how “the legs been” while starting to eat his lunch all the while acting like this is a normal occurrence.

- It’s only a matter of time before him and his girlfriend break up especially after she notices him hanging around you more and more. So with him being single its only a matter of time before he tries to make you his, it all depends on when he finally realizes hes in love with you or when hes willing to date someone on the lower end of the social hierarchy. (Remember: he’s an asshole.)

- He starts to get jealous of those around you even before the two of you start dating especially when he notices that you're trying to avoid him and believe me, he gets mean when he’s jealous. He would definitely glare daggers at any guy who dared speak to you; it could be someone with a crush, it could be your lab partner; it doesn’t matter, if it isn’t him he doesn’t like it.

“Hey, how ya doing? I couldn’t help but notice you were talking with that lovely lady over there and I just wanted to say that-Oh! I’m sorry, spaghetti too. I think that stains.”

- He’ll definitely turn on the charm and try to blind you with his boyish good looks once he starts to understand his feelings for you. You can almost forget what a massive jerk he is to everyone else when he’s smiling that oh so pretty smile at you.

- He asked you out after school one day after getting jealous watching you laugh with some guy in the parking lot. He made his way over to you, greeting you as he shot the guy a “friendly” but obviously threatening look.

“Oh hi Greg, this is Paul.” You say as you drop your things into the backseat of your car.

“Hello Paul.”

“Yeah uh, I’ll see you later y/n.”

“Oh, bye...Paul...” You murmur, watching as he walks away.

- He doesn’t let your mind linger on the boy for another moment before he’s asking what you’re doing that night and asking if you’d like to go out with him. Even though you feel like you should know better then to agree, you hesitantly do so unable to deny that you like the guy.

- That night he picks you up at your house and takes you to an ice cream parlor where he ups his game and makes you fall head over heels for him. It’s practically a perfect date, he makes you laugh, makes you smile, compliments you, and acts like a complete gentleman. Even if you weren’t as into him as you were you couldn’t help but be caught up in the moment and agree to be his girlfriend.

- When you’re saying goodbye you shyly kiss him on the cheek and thank him for such a nice night. Once he gets home he lays in bed smiling to himself as he thinks about the time you spent together and the feel of your lips soft against his skin.

- Your first kiss is the next day, he sits down with you at lunch having left his friends at their usual table. About midway through the period he suddenly asks if he can kiss you and you’re sort of shocked that he even asked but you smile and agree. He beams in response and leans in, taking your breath away as he connects your lips.

- After you kiss in plain sight the whole school finds out through gossip and in a matter of a few periods it becomes common knowledge that you’re now off limits. Greg couldn’t be happier that you’re officially “his” and that he won’t have to see any more losers trying to flirt with you.

- He loves cheek kisses, giving or receiving it doesn’t matter. Its one of his favorite shows of affection.

- He’ll carry your books in one hand and lace your fingers together with the other.

- He really wants you to be proud of/impressed by him but he doesn’t know exactly what to do to make you feel that way about him. Muscles=girlfriends smile but messing with losers= girlfriend upset?? He doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t find him bullying people amusing like his friends do.

- If he knows it bothers you he’ll try not to be such an ass especially if you ask him to. Of course he’s not going to change overnight but he will make an effort to not do it as much or at least not when you’re around.

- If you were to smile and bat your eyelashes at him you’d have him at your beck and call. Just the slightest bit of flirtation and sort of promise of something even slightly sexual will make him more than compliant. Like if you were to wrap your arms around him and kiss his jaw while asking him to leave the freshman’s alone for the rest of the year 9/10 he would do it.

- Don’t have a lunch? He’ll take someone else’s for you!

- When you do bring a lunch he steals food off of your plate. He’s a growing boy, he can’t help it.

- Appreciates when you let him talk about weightlifting. Most girls just dont pay attention or cut him off to talk about something else unless they’re really young and completely in love with him.

- He kind of likes when you stand up to him, at least when it’s not in front of other people. Before you, people would kind of write off his actions as “boys being boys” but you aren’t afraid to put him in his place and it’s kind of fun to him.

- Be prepared to be randomly lifted in the air because he likes to show his strength and picking you up is the perfect way for him to do so.

- Although it’s probably annoying for you he does love to hear you shriek in surprise when he manages to sneak up and grab you.

- Definitely used you to workout at some point, mostly to make you giggle/cheer you up. Like benchpressing you or doing push ups with you on his back.

- He likes to tell you about all the fun things that happened throughout the day. They’re usually not too interesting but you feign interest and listen anyway because it makes him happy.

- He likes giving you nicknames. He likes the idea of having a special little thing just between the two of you.

- If you walk he’s going to follow, he wants to make sure no one approaches you or that you aren’t angry with him.

- Obviously he’s a very jealous and protective boyfriend as I’ve said before. There’s a few different kinds of jealousy when it comes to Greg. There’s the usual of him wanting to beat someone up or him acting like an asshole, even to you.

“Let’s go. Now y/n!”

“What was that a pity stop?”

- But there’s also the version of him who will scoff and “brush off” any of your compliments for another guy.

“That’s because he’s a fruitcake.”

- You know that deep down he’s actually insecure and that’s the main reason why he hates you showing interest in anyone else and likes to put down others.

- A lot of people think he’s all brawn and no brains so he really likes it when you go to him for advice or ask for his input.

- Shoulder rubs, either way you're getting something out of it. On one hand you get to touch your muscly boyfriend, on the other your strong boyfriend has equally strong hands which feel really good on your body after a long day. 

- You end up making up excuses for him one way or another. Sometimes you try to assure people that he isn't as bad as he seems even though you aren’t too sure of it yourself from time to time. 

“Greg just likes to act tough he doesn’t actually hate you.” you say, patting Greg on the shoulder who gives you a sarcastic smile and continues to glare at the person in front of you. 

- The both of you toss sarcastic comments at each other for the hell of it. You’re never actually being mean just being little shits to each other and usually trying to make the other break character and smile first.

- Almost gets upset when you don’t want to sit with him and his jerk off friends at lunch. Then he realizes thats probably for the better since he likes to have his time to walk around and spill some lunches. 

- Having to calm him down when he gets riled up, it’s not an easy feat especially if its someone else pissing him off.

“Come on Greg, It was a joke, people laughed, its fine.”

- Sometimes he just doesn't get that not all problems have to be solved with his fists.  

- Sometimes he uses his sarcastic lines on you and makes them seem romantic as though he hadn't previously used them to torment kids. Or is it that he uses his corny romantic lines to torment kids?

“I felt bad about neglecting you yesterday and I just wanted to let you know you're still my favorite.”

- You're going to end up fighting with him, there’s no way to avoid it. It’s an important step in your relationship, it’ll prove to him how much he really cares about and needs you which results in him trying to better himself. 

- He’ll make a few comments and snide remarks but for the most part it’s pretty much mostly you talking when you fight and it’ll be you storming off afterwards. If you dump him or ignore him after a fight, he’s going to turn his hurt into anger and take it out on something–usually another guy that he sees you talking to. He has a real rough time seeing you with someone else since he fully believes no one can be better than you.

- He knows he’s not the easiest boyfriend to have and that’s part of the reason it hurts him so much to see you with someone else. Because you can probably get another boyfriend no problem, but him? No one can manage to calm him down like you can nor do they ever stick around/deal with him for very long. Even if he has a new girl he’s still hung up on you. It makes him miserable when you aren’t speaking with him and he ends up dumping the other girl pretty quickly when he realizes they don’t make him feel any better. He really just can’t believe you’re staying mad at him and won’t give him another chance.

- After a while you can’t deny that you miss him and his eyes burning holes into the back of your head every time you ignore him sure doesn't make you feel too pleased with yourself. So you go over to his house one day to try and talk things through but the instant he answers the door to you he just pulls you into a tight hug and apologizes for being a jerk. After that you just can’t stay mad at him and any hard feelings you had had just fizzle out. 

- He always makes it up to you when he acts like a jerk whether it be with a gift or a heartfelt apology when you weren’t expecting it.

- Helping him put on his necklace whenever he cant seem to get the clasp. 

- He thinks it’s cute when you try on his gloves.

- Obviously the boy is sculpted like a demigod and he’s more than aware of the fact so you try not to say anything (not wanting to inflate his ego anymore) but sometimes you cant help but ogle him and let me say does he love when he catches you doing it. He’ll act like a little shit and ask if you’d like to “touch them” while flexing his biceps; all but giggling as you scoff and roll your eyes at him. 

- His friends are surprisingly nice but its when they get together that problems usually start. They’re just prone to acting like dumbass douchebags when they hang around each other, for their reputations if nothing else. 

- He knows he’ll win prom king and he doesn't care what he has to do, hes going to make you his prom queen. 

- He’s a cuddler; it doesn’t matter how you want to do it, he just wants to do it. Big spoon, little spoon, facing each other, you on top of him; he loves it all.

- Sit. On. His. Lap. He’ll smile like a kid on Christmas.

- Hugs from behind, sometimes he likes to use them to show how much bigger he is than you. He has a size kink.

- Guaranteed PDA, he loves showing you off and having his hands on you.

- I feel like kids would love him so he’s the perfect boyfriend if you have little siblings. Most kids love being picked up and thrown around and he’s the perfect person for them to ask. You’ll have to fight to spend alone time with him when you’re at your house.

- If you’ve ever had trouble getting through people while trying to get to class you can rest assured that that’s never going to happen again. The halls are going to part like the Red Sea whenever you’re walking in them mostly because you’re being flanked by at least him and one of his friends.

- You’re basically like high school royalty but even better because you don’t let it all get to your head. You become pretty popular with your classmates for getting Greg to leave kids alone.

- Ever had trouble with group projects in class? Well now you don’t have to worry because he’ll intimidate anyone giving you a hard time in any way shape or form!

- He likes to take you out on dates, he likes to spend time with you and see you smile because of something he planned or did.

- Even though he’s an asshole with other people (and occasionally you when he gets particularly jealous) he’s usually very sweet and romantic. You wouldn’t be able to put up with him if he wasn’t.

- When you’re alone with him he’s basically a big lovebug, cuddling, hand holding, hugs, kisses, compliments, etc.

- If he’s ever out sick he’ll send flowers to your house for you to find after you come home from school. He’d give you the flowers himself for any other occasion like an anniversary or your birthday.

- Your parents love him since they don’t know how he is at school and he acts like the all American good boy when he’s around them.

- He’s a big fan of making out or any kind of kissing just as long as your lips are on his he’s happy.

- Picnics and beach dates, anywhere out in the sun is a fun time for him.

- He’ll probably get a sports scholarship and go off to a nice college so you might have to do long distance for a while but he’s intent on staying with you so you don’t have to worry about him being unfaithful. He’s ready to propose to you senior year so I’m pretty sure you won’t have to wait very long for him to pop the question.

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Kinkvember?

Greg x Maz

Chasing | Roleplay

Maz smiles down at Greg warmly.

The blond has his head resting on Maz's lap, being shockingly quiet for once with his gaze fixated Friday the 13th and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

He turns his head to look up at Maz. "You know, Jason is super hot, actually," he comments, eyes shining with mirth.

Maz hums. "Yeah? Want me to wear his mask during sex?" he asks teasingly, running his fingers through Greg's silky hair.

The blond perks up. "Yes! That's a great idea," he says brightly.

Oh my god. 

Maz pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. He never ceases to amaze him with his utter perversity. He bets his ballsack and five bucks that Greg would even like it if he held a knife to his throat, but he knows better than to bring that up. "Okay, I'll buy one then."

The boy grins, the same way he always does when Maz gives him what he wants. “You’re the best.” He croons.

The older man huffs. “You’re so fucking spoiled.”

Greg flutters his pale lashes. "Will you chase me around too? Catch me and have your way with me?”

Maz smiles again despite himself; how Greg manages to look cute while asking him to roleplay a murderer, he has no idea.

He nods. "Sure."

Greg brightens up more. "We should practice!" he exclaims, bolting up off the couch suddenly and dropping his blanket as he begins running upstairs, giggling.

Maz stays seated, processing the situation. Of course they couldn't just watch a movie like a normal couple.

"You better hurry up before I escape!" Greg shouts from upstairs.

"I'm too old for this." Maz thinks as he stands to chase, making it up the stairs just in time to see Greg enter the main bedroom down the hall and slam the door behind him.

He walks calmly towards the bedroom—there's no point in continuing a chase when Greg can't see him.

He turns the knob slowly and pushes the door open, scanning the room for pretty boys to snatch but seeing nothing.

That is until his eyes land on socked feet peeking out from under the bed. He snorts at the absurdity of it.

He carefully sits on his knees at the foot of the bed, then quickly sticks his hand under and grabs Greg's ankle. The blond squeaks loudly and tries to kick him with his other foot, but Maz catches it. He drags him out from under the bed and flips him onto his back, grabbing his wrists and holding them down with one hand, using his other to force Greg’s legs open so he can get between them.

Greg looks up at him and bites his lip as if to hold back laughter. "Took you long enough," he says brattily, then clears his throat and changes his expression to one of fear. "Oh no! You found me! What are you going to do to me, Mister?" he exclaims, not so subtly spreading his thighs wider.

He looks so adorable that it makes Maz want to lean down and kiss him sweetly; he wants to be gentle, and make love to Greg. But that's not what the younger man wants, so instead, he grabs the blond's throat and squeezes.

Greg whimpers and his hips twitch up, bulge pressing against Maz.

"I don’t think you want to know, sweetheart." Maz provides, grinding against his boyfriend’s ass.

He looks his boy up and down, taking a second to appreciate the view; his pupils are dilated, barely any blue visible, and he has a flush all the way down to his neck that Maz knows goes further. He's wearing nothing but a belly shirt and a tight pair of briefs, looking like an 80’s scream queen sexily awaiting her horrible fate and giving Maz a perfect view of his hard nipples begging for attention. His hard, leaking cock leaves a visible wet spot in the front of his underwear.

Greg bites his lip squirms.

On second thought, this is better than the domestic night Maz had in mind.

[retrosimp]

A dance with Greg III

A/N: WORDCOUNT 3,900+/-

I welcome you to the last part that follows neither sense nor logic as it was written on aspirin. It is kid proof which may or may not be a good thing for some of us.

I hope you all enjoy anyways and that @sexibeastlawrence might get some of the comfort you wanted 😚🧡

The clock showed 7:45 p.m and was dying of nervousness. I was home alone, since Rick and Terry had dates to accompany to the dance themselves and mum was with her new boyfriend.

So I had nobody but myself who could console me and well, let's say it didn't really work. After getting up at 9.00, watching a strip of The Breakfast Club, nearly trashing the VHS tape because of my sudden hatred for the movie and its mellow happy end, I stood in front of the fridge for about 1 hour and 32 seconds deciding on what to eat somehow having the anxiety of not fitting into the dress - it ended in 3 big scoops of Hagen Daaz.

I was restless but yet somehow incapable of releasing the energy through physical activity.

Something Greg wouldn't have any problems with.

To finally calm down I had taken a bath and begun drying and styling my hair around 7.

I then proceeded adding a natural looking makeup matching the blue dress. I was sure Terry would've told me to go for the red lipstick full power but I only dusted my lips not wanting to look like I had anticipated this.

Because I hadn't. I was totally cool and in control.

Oh #*@" who was I kidding, instead of just ditching him I got myself all ready and awaited him in anxiety, starting to occasionally look outside starting 7:30.

Of course I was anticipating this!

The bell rang, making me jump in the hallway. Trying not to make a sound with my heels I neared the door tiptoeing for whatever reason, before looking at my watch- it was 7:55, he was five minutes early. Was that a good sign?

I opened the door ready to finally be the one mocking him, but the air was sucked from my brain and lungs upon seeing him, so I only ended up staring.

There he stood in a black elegant suit with red bow tie and utterly gorgeous, his golden hair shimmering under the porch lights.

We stared at each other, him with raised eyebrows and me with probably a slightly open mouth. He cleared his throat gesturing at me before letting his hand fall.

“You look ...quite tolerable. ” he gulped, a hand smoothing out his blazer. Could it be ...?

“You read Pride and Prejudice?!” I couldn't help myself from gushing aloud. Clearly my brain was not refilled on enough oxygen yet.

“I mean. You don't look that bad either.”

Greg wrinkled his brow “I don't read that shit, it's for pussys.” I rolled my eyes. It had been to good to be true.

The way his sky-blue eyes looked when he offered me his arm blew my anger away. “You coming ?” I placed my hand on his arms carefully, electrified at the sensation.

This was really happening. Greg Tolan and me were attending prom together.

As he led my to his car I could help but admire the black leather seating and polished varnish of his Cabrio. He opened his door getting in before blinking at me a grin in the corner of his mouth.

“You do know how to get into a car by yourself right ?”

Annoying I lifted my dress getting in on the passengers side before shutting the door with a thud. “Well blame me for expecting a little common courtesy.” At that he laughed starting the engine. It was a sound both beautiful and foreign.

“I forgot how easily you were provoked little Tulip. Maybe you're not such a tulip after all.”

“Even a tulip needs a little water... ”I muttered unable to contain myself.

Something warm was on my thigh and I felt heat rising in my cheeks as his large hand patted it before pulling away. It had felt so comfortingly warm. “Ok I might behave myself tonight.”

“Your hands are quite soft for an athlete. Let me in on your secret.” I retorted skipping his earlier statement.

Regarding his straight profile I watched the dimples forming around the curves of his mouth. Instead of answering right away he took my left palm in his hand, bringing it close to his lips so that they barely stroked over the back of my hand.

“Gloves. And handcream, judging by the looks of yours you should try it.” With that he let my hand go and turned the steering wheel to park.

“I thought you'd be nicer to me today.” I said folding my arms. Cutting the engine two fingers tuned my face towards him “Aw don't get all sour little Tulip, we will have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.” He winked, getting out of the car but this time opening the passengers door for me extending an arm. I took it still confused about his behaviour. Did he like me or did he liked mocking me? I currently started to maybe believe in both out of sheer hope this was eve was not going to turn out like Steven King's "Cassie".

The party was already getting on pretty good so I was happy to hold onto Greg's arm, as the people automatically made room for him. I tried to avoid their stairs and pretended not to notice their whispering, but to me it seemed like their eyes might be everywhere. We reached the stage, a crowd of people already moving and dancing to the music. A couple of Greg's male friends made their way towards us - the all some loathed trio Tristan, Chas and Abe.

Tristan extended his hand to five Greg, him letting go of my arm. “Eyo, sup dude? What girl did you bring, do you even go to our highschool?” he eyed me up and down suggestively, as Abe pointed a finger at me. “Yea she does, that's the girl from bio. You know, the one with the weird books.”

“Just because you can't read doesn't mean they're weird.” Greg sneered his signature smirk on his mouth. I looked up at him questioningly which I knew he saw from the corner of his eyes, causing his smirk to boarden. His mates laughed and Chas patted Abe's back before they looked at Greg expectantly “You still in for tonight?”

I frowned confused.

“Course I am.” Turning to me his soft lips gave me a peck on the cheek, his hand on my ass. My eebrows shot up, something he seemed to enjoy. “I'll be back in a few babe, I'll bring you back some punch, heard Toby spiked it.”

Babe? I was his babe now? Oh he had to stop toying with me. A sudden bravery got hold of me as I swiftly tugged on his tie bringing him down to me so that I could whisper in his ear. “If you stand me up I'm gonna get drunk with your little friend Toby and puke in your car. I mean it.”

His baby blues lit up with mischief, slightly narrowing. “We wouldn't want that to happen would we. Rest assured doll, I'll be back.” A pat on the butt and he was swaggering off with his friends.

I really needed some of that punch I realized, noticing how I had held my breath just until now.

I turned towards the buffet, automatically craning my neck for Rick or Terry. I was pouring myself the first cup of the eve when I heard Terry's sarcastic voice from behind me

“They had a frog in there. ” I turned following his gesture towards the punch bowl before spluttering some it's contents from my mouth, partly shocked partly in laughter. I snatched the napkin he extended to me, grinning a bit.

“Frog in or not the punch's pretty tasty and exactly what I need to survive this evening.” Terry raised his eyebrows “Already getting cold feet? Where is that douche anyways?” I took another sip from my cup “Don't call him that.” Honestly don't have a clue why I am defending him. “He's somewhere with his friends and 's gonna find me later. Speaking of which, where is YOUR date?” Terry crinkled his brow. “Well I'm here as kinda the best man so to speak, hahah”

“Okay Terry besides your really bad puns and awkward laughter right now I might've believed you're just up for snatching somebody's partner today, but judging that performance you sure you didn't purposely bail on someone? I mean look over your shoulder, isn't that the girl who tried to hook Rick up with her cousin so that you two could be alone? Why not try her?”

I noticed Terry shifting “Nah that isn't really my type.”

“Okay, didn't work no biggie, well let's try someone else then how about — ” I was cut off mid-speech as Terry suddenly snapped at me.

“Don't you get it?! I said I didn't want to! Now excuse me —” Taken aback I stared after him making his way through the crowd before disappearing around the porch. I let my eyes travel over the crowd not seeing Greg and his friends anywhere. Maybe he'd really stood me up? No I was not going to overthink now. I decided needed another cup.

Making my way towards the moving pairs I slouched against the railing post waiting. Not for long and Rick made his way over to me, Deborah under his arm. I tried to smile.

“You look absolutely stunning! ” she told me and I nod not quite listening, my eyes still searching for the one that brought me here.

“You really do (Y/N). Did you see Terry perhaps? And where's Greg?” Rick inquired.

“I was just talking to him over at the buffet, Greg excused himself for a few.” Deborah looked at me pity in her eyes. I think I might dislike her like Terry does.

“Oh he's probably not coming back for you but hanging around with some other chicks, getting drunk with his mates — at least that's what he used to do when we were still a thing.” Deborah gave me a knowing look and I can't help myself sneering back at her “Or maybe he just didn't like you.” Both their expressions turn a little shocked before giving me a once over Deborah turned to Rick, kissing his cheek and excusing herself. “Well, I see he has rubbed off on you already, I don't have time for this. I must get ready for crowning promking and queen with the committee in 10 minutes.” As soon as she's gone Rick turns to me unnerved.

“Whoa (Y/N), I can't believe you'd say such things! What has gotten into you?” I shrugged taking another sip of my cup. This one's finally empty too. Means I'd have to get another. Rick continues talking but I don't listen anymore, seeing Mr.Darcy re-enter the room. I mean Greg. Somehow I get the feeling the punch might be starting to kick in. I extend an arm to signal him where I am, Greg sees it and I believe he might have smiled a little. Rick next to me turned following my gaze. “Oh there he comes. I can't believe you actually like that guy now.”

“I'm still figuring that out too.” I muttered still not ready to turn away any attention from Greg.

“See you around later.” I said to a baffled looking Rick, handing him my empty cup to make the last strides towards Greg, us meeting just at the edge of the dancefloor.

“You had fun?” I asked placing a hand on his chest to steady myself. Somehow I liked this new confidence the punch gave me. Thank Toby.

“And you had one or two drinks.” he stated, pulling me against him and leading me to the dancefloor where a slow song was currently playing.

I rested my hand on his chest letting him turn us to the tune. “Maybe” I sighted, a wave of relaxation washing over me at the smell of his aftershave. The firmness of his chest vibrated as I heard him laugh softly, his lips just hovering over my ear. “I think I kind of like you being a little submissve, tulip. ” I squinted at him, moving my hand from his to curl them around his neck. “Is that why you like to bully me?”

Watching I saw the corners of his mouth lifting, showing his white teeth. “It's affectionately annoying you.” Blinking to overplay the tingling in my gut in confusion and excitement, I crocked my head to the side. “You threw my book in the trash.” I felt his breath dancing over my face as he bowed his head a little “Because you like to dream your time away instead of acting.”

I felt a smile tugging at my lips. “And you used your therapeutic grace to snap me out of it ? Perhaps by tossing me in a bush every now and then?” I watched him roll his eyes actually looking a little sheepish. “That was three times. Besides you were annoying back then.” He moved a little closer and I was lost in his eyes, the blue seemed to stretch out and suck me in.

“And Mr. Darcy is a total knob. ” I laughed “Well you have a thing in common then.” His hands tightened on me, sending my heart into overdrive. “I think I'm gonna punish you for breaking our agreement to be civil today lil tulip.” My breath hitched my question stuck in my throat as his lips brushed mine.

This was gonna happen. Was it? I might faint.

That's when the music stopped. Like the other couples, me and Greg were woken from our trance looking towards the stage. The band had moved to the side allowing Deborah and the prom committee to take place on stage.

‘Fuck that bitch!’

I thought, turning in Greg's arms to get a better look, his left arm still slung around my waist. Deborah started speaking but I didn't notice, my attention on the silken voice at my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I didn't know you could get so vulgar.” My eyes snapped from the stage looking at him. “What?!!” He grinned a finger on his lips. I turned back towards the stage so he wouldn't see me flush. I couldn't believe I'd say that aloud. Maybe he WAS rubbing off on me.

I finally managed to focus on Deborah on stage.

“We will now nominate the promking and - queen. I really don't know who's it gonna be so let's look into the envelope shall we?” She held out her hand as another girl from the committee handed her an envelope. I blinked. She was wearing the Walking Christmas dress. It looked horrible. Inwardly I thanked Terry for his advice.

Looking around I could spot him at the far side of the floor, standing next to Rick eyeing Deborah darkly.

“And the promking is.... Greg.” I watched her regain her composure within a second. Greg Tolan is promking!”

Next to me Greg straightened, fastening his cufflinks as his friends patted his back. “Of course it's you man!” Turning to me he pecked my cheek before straightening his blazer and making his way on the stage, cheers errupting from the crowd watching. I stood frozen as I watched Deborah hand him his crown. He replied with his most charming smile.

“Thank you Debroah.”

“Always Greg. Now the promqueen is - OMG ITS ME. Guys really I had no idea!” I watched as somebody of the committee stepped foward placing a tiara on her head.

I suddenly felt suffocated and small. People like Greg and Deborah's were the winners in times like these. Greg was right, Mr. Darcy's days were over. And so why had I thought I could be a part of this Elisabeth Bennet glow?

To get a Fitzwilliam Darcy nowadays one had to be a Caroline Bingley, someone who listens to Madonna's like a Virgin and has the favour of the people on her side. Someone like Deborah.

Turning I made my way through the crowd passing Terry and Rick, the latter focused solely on his date up on stage. I was pulled aside by Terry who eyed me intensely. “Everything alright? Look I'm sorry about the ealier..”

I patted his arm pulling myself together. “It's cool Terry, I just need a breather with all those people around. ” He nodded letting me go mouthing 'later' before facing the stage again.

I didn't now why but after passing him and not being in immediate sight of the people around I started running down the beach, heels in my hands. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was a panic attack, maybe it were teenage hormones, I really didn't care as I flopped myself into the sand staring at the sky. For now I just wanted this moment alone.

Something prodded my side, stirring me from my thoughts and causing me to open my eyes blinking confused. In the distance I still made out the music and above me I made out Greg's face to my dismay. “I see sleeping beauty is awake.”

Squeaking in surprise I sat up. “I wasn't sleeping! I was just resting my eyes. How you'd even get here.” Greg shrugged offering me a hand and pulling me up. “Looked around. And you were sleeping, you snored, probably you're a drooler.” he added, his voice and eyes teasing. Flushing I instinctively put a hand to my face. No drool. Thank god. Squinting I noticed “You're wet.”

“And you are full with sand.” he retorted loosing his bow tie and putting it in his pocket.

“How did that happen you decided to nap in the ocean?” I inquired seeing that his crown was also nowhere to be seen. He had followed my gaze “If you're looking for that I tossed it. Your two rowdy little friends decided that they wanted to get into a fight.” He smirked slightly at my horrified expression. “Funnily enough one of them actually landed in the ocean while the other's full with sand like you.”

“Oh Greg, what did you do now?”

“I didn't do anything, that jerk was the one who pushed me into the punch bowl!”

I crooked a brow automatically. I lifted a hand to stroke his cheek but halfway in decided to ruffle his hair instead. He raised his brow in return “I guess this means your still a little drunk?” I shrugged.

“Dunno, just promise me they're alright.”

Rolling his eyes he took my hand leading me back. “Yea, the tulip's fine. Just swallowed a lot of salt water.”

I paused. “And what about Rick??”

Looking up I could see Greg grin from his side profile. “Well we sandboxed that pussy.”

“You did what??” Greg shrugged casually leading me up the stairs. “You know, the usual. After he passed out me and Abe burried him in sand.”

“His body?? Omg you burried him alive ?!” “Unfortunately just everything below the chin. Wouldn't want to risk my little tulip getting mad at me. ” I tried to ignore the rollercoaster being kicked off in my gut, looking around. “Hey this is the parking space? We not going back?”

He gestured at me and himself before responding “I figured we should clean ourselves. Besides I promised some time alone, didn't I? ”

I felt my cheeks heating up as he opened the door and us getting in his Jaguar.

“Uhu and where we going?” I challenged. “How about my place ?” Uh well. Fuck.

“If you haven't noticed, I didn't bring a spare change of clothes.” He smiles, letting the engine roar. “Don't worry I'm sure I have some panties lying around, maybe even a bra in used good condition. And if it gets really tough, I'm sure I can lend you a shirt.”

“I thought you'd gonna end that sentence with seeing me naked.”

His hand finds his way back to my thigh giving it a little squeeze before pulling away and watching my reaction, pleased.

“Well I'd be rude to not take up such an offer.”

I folded my arms grinning, even though I knew I was probably a little tinted pink.

“For someone who doesn't like classic novels you sure talk like them.”

He gave me a crooked smile sighting

“Maybe you're rubbing off on me.”

“Yeah, maybe I am.”

Once again I let my head sink back and follow the stars with my eyes. It may not make any sense as why I'm here with Greg, or why he's friendly all of the sudden. And it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter if he does it to get in my pants, to fool me or he actually likes me.

Because today is the night where Pride and Prejudice still works the way Jane Austin meant it to.

And screw the book cause today I'm something I haven't been in a long time.

I know it as my gaze drifted towards Greg who smiled as we halted in front of his house.

Today I'm happy.

Gre got out of the car, pulling my door open and extending a hand to lift me out.

I wanted to congratulate him on his manners but the instant I was standing before him, he pressed his lips onto mine keeping me against the car and curling an arm around my waist.

It was nothing I had expected,nothing I had seen coming, nothing I could get anxious about - it was perfect. I noted that his lips were so soft for someone who had such a teasing mouth.

Huddling together we made our way in, me nearly falling over as he caught me pressing me against the now closed front door.

I pulled away gazing into his eyes watching his widened pupils focus on me, his mouth slightly parted, our breaths mixing. “Isn't someone home?”

“Nah my grandma only visits during the week.”

“You live with your grandma? ” Rolling his eyes he picked me up climbing the stairs with swift athletic moves. “So I do, how about postponing family to another time.”

With that he kicked open his bedroom door before flinging me onto his mattress.

“Oh no rose bush this time?” I teased, watching his eyes gleam as he hovered over me.

He began to kiss a trail down my cleavage, while opening my dress from behind, me feeling his mouth grinning against my skin.

“Nah I'll save that for another time.”

💕❤️🔞⭐🐍💫👀👅🐻🌷🥴🌚🤩⏫💯👉🏻👈🏽💦 and 12 hours later I am able to sum up the resumé of my highschool life:

1. Never bail on the pretty underwear on prom(Terry was right!)

2. If you have the chance to go out with a guy that bullied you two years and you think it's a bad decision - it might end in Carrie it might end like Pretty in Pink (take the chance)

3. I need to stop making out with an athlete -

He does not tire.

As a result I count the following:

Two bruised ribs (he said sorry)

Marks on my hips?

A broken headboard and two ripped bed springs

I am absolutely paralyzed

4. This motherfucker did read pride and prejudice, I found it beneath a copy of last year's Playboy Beach Edition

5. I love the way I'm curled in right now, Greg's arms around me in a comforting hug while he sleeps.

6. Big spoon. In many ways.

7. Maybe Greg was right about something though, I will start living more instead of dreaming.

(But like hell I give up on my non-existent male characters)

8. I have no idea where this will lead, but I know it will be good.

The END.

[terrence-silver]

I have just one thought in mind, whenever he's wearing his gloves, Greg, takes them off when interacting with y/n. Cause he wants to feel their soft skin better and him blushing slightly everytime they touch, but he teases y/n instead of admitting he likes them.

That's so cute and soft. 🥺

[terrence-silver]

You know how a lot of people find wearing grey sweatpants hot, well I can't help but imagine how hard it'd be for Greg to pretend like he doesn't find his obsession absolutely hot in them. No matter the gender of his darling, they'd look attractive in them either way to him. He'd try to tease them by say something like how they look like they're wearing pajamas that day, while he's feeling a lot of things inside while looking at them.

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[quicksilver-babeyy]

Characters List

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Daniel LaRusso[older and young]

Johnny Lawrence[older and young]

Chozen Toguchi[older and young]

Ali Mills[older and young]

Amanda Larusso

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Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz[pre and post Hawk era]

Sam Larusso

Miguel Diaz

Aisha Robinson

Demetri DeCenzo

Tory Nichols

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Tobey!Peter Parker

Andrew!Peter Parker

May Parker

Michelle “MJ” Jones

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Greg Tolan

Edgar Frog[older and young]

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[atmostories]

Greg Tolan x Reader

What is this bullshit you may ask? I don’t fucking know, I’ve managed to reign it in as just a one shot and thought you might enjoy reading it? Rest assured Chapter Six of Matter is coming. My heart needed a little break cos it’s hurting me lol. Speaking of hurting. . . Tags: Rape/Non Con, Gender Neutral, Sadism, Masochism, Injury, Dom/sub Undertones, BDSM Elements, Explicit  Inspired by this video from @winksasleeplesseye​ and the lovely @kingkarate​ x - - - You tried not to tense when you spotted Greg coming down the corridor with his buddies in tow. Grabbing another textbook from your locker, you kept your head down, hoping that he wouldn't notice you. But of course. . .you weren't that lucky. “How's the little tulip doing today, hmm?” He asked sarcastically before snatching the textbook from your hand. He was leaning up against the lockers, making a show of flicking through the pages. You swallowed nervously, your eyes flicking down his body before you could stop yourself. At least his buddies weren't with him anymore to see you checking him out. Fuck that would have been bad.

When he turned his attention back to your direction, you lowered your head. Sometimes looking him in the eye seemed to antagonise him, other times- “Look at me,” he ordered softly. You stilled at the quiet authority in his voice and immediately obeyed him. A smirk twitched up his lips. He then purposefully dropped the textbook onto the ground. Greg crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, expectant of you picking it up. Your cheeks flushed with heat and his smile only widened. As you crouched down and were about to pick up the textbook, he spoke again. “Oh and tie my shoelaces while you're down there.” Blood rushed to your ears. For a few moments you couldn't move, was he really asking you to do this? In front of everyone walking past? “I'm not going to tell you again.” The threat was clear, if you looked up from the floor he would probably be clenching his fists. With shaky hands you reached for one of his sneakers which was untied. You made the first knot, ensuring that it wasn't too tight or too loose. Then you carefully tied together the two loops you'd made before tying the loops again to make it extra secure. Your face was hot as you took to your feet, nerves swirling in your gut. You hoped you'd done a good enough job. “Forgetting something?” The amusement was evident in his words. You looked down, checking to see if his other sneaker was tied when you noticed the textbook was still on the floor, you hadn't picked it up. You quickly bent down and grabbed it, trying to ignore the growing embarrassment. As you stood up, your head bashed into the locker door and you grunted in pain. Your eyes were watering from how much it hurt. His expression changed into something more serious, the amusement had completely gone from his face but it wasn't replaced by pity. It wasn't that at all. For a brief second his lips parted open and you could have sworn he looked down at your mouth. “Good thing I needed this,” he mumbled, taking the textbook from your hand. He brushed past you without another word and you watched him stalk off down the corridor, somehow disappointed that he had left. - - - Over the next few days, you only saw Greg in passing, once in the cafeteria, another time on the soccer field during gym class. It felt. . .strange for him not to come find you like he always did. You didn't know what the fuck was wrong with you. It should have been something to celebrate and here you were, still wondering where he was. That must have been the self-preservation, it wasn't like you actually missed him. It couldn't have been that. For third period biology class, you got your usual seat at the back. This was the only class you had with Greg and the anticipation of seeing him again had you on edge. You shared the desk with Nick and when he sat down next to you, he mumbled a greeting and you said hi back. There was less than a minute to go before class officially started and Greg still hadn't turned up. You looked back and forth between the clock and the door. Was he sick or something? Maybe he was skipping class for once or- Your heart twinged as he strolled into the classroom. He was wearing jeans, a bright blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up and those stupid fingerless gloves. Staring at his sneakers, you were glad to see both his shoelaces were tied. Why were his feet still getting closer? He was second row from the front, he was. . .he was glaring at Nick, gesturing for him to get lost. Nick immediately shot up from his chair and found an empty seat elsewhere. Fuck, fuck, why was he sitting down next to you? He flashed you his teeth in a wide grin as he sat down beside you. “Miss me?” He teased. You slipped a hand down to your chair, about to shift as far from him as possible, but he stuck out a leg, his foot wrapping around one of the chair legs to prevent you from moving. “Don't be rude,” he chided softly. Before he could say anything else, your teacher started the class and began to talk about next week's pop quiz. Suddenly your chair was yanked in his direction and you had to grab onto the desk before you lost your balance. He had just dragged you even closer to him. You focused on the blackboard behind the teacher even though you could feel his eyes trying to burn a hole into you. In the corner of your eye, you watched him slowly peel off his gloves and tried not to think about how big his hands were. When your teacher rolled out the television and turned on a documentary about photosynthesis, you were relieved that you wouldn't actually have to talk to him. With the blinds closed and lights turned off, the documentary started playing at an uncomfortably loud volume. It wasn't like you could ignore how close he was, but maybe you could relax a little. After only a couple of minutes, your luck ran out yet again. You froze in sheer panic when he grabbed onto your wrist and placed your arm on his thigh. His grip only tightened as you tried to break free. Using his other hand, he slowly pulled up the sleeve of your sweater until it was bunched up above your elbow. You attempted to wrench away your arm for the second time but he held you steady. He was completely unfazed by your desperate movements. The strength he had never felt so acute, you've never felt so weak. His fingers traced down the soft flesh of your forearm, and for a brief moment you registered pleasure. He then pinched at your skin and twisted. Somehow you managed to hold back a cry of pain. You gritted your teeth as he twisted even harder and you clenched your eyes shut. Fuck it hurt. An unsteady breath escaped you when he finally stopped. The reprieve lasted only a couple of seconds before he moved further down your arm and pinched you again. Without thinking, you reached over and grabbed his hand to try and stop him. He responded by pulling back one of your fingers, threatening to break it. “Put your arm on the desk,” he murmured in your ear. He spoke the words so softly you almost shuddered. The contrast between the comforting sound of his voice and the pain he was inflicting made you feel confused. An ache in your heart seemed to dissipate outwards before moving down to your gut, and in between your legs. When you didn't immediately comply, he wrenched your finger back a little more. You did as he asked and laid out your arm on the desk. There was nothing you could do. If you called out to the teacher, he'd just make it worse for you later. He was in complete control and you didn't understand why part of you felt gratified by it. “That's good,” he whispered, shifting his grip on your wrist. Arousal coiled in your gut and your eyes widened at the sensation. What the fuck was wrong with you? Why were you- He pinched and twisted the skin above the crux of your elbow so hard that you had to bring your hand to your mouth and bite down on your knuckle. You were able to muffle the cry that escaped you. If the TV wasn't so loud, someone would have heard. But no one did. No one knew what he was doing to you, and even if they did, they wouldn't do a damn thing. The pressure of sinking your teeth around your knuckle was almost balancing out the pain in your arm. “What did I say?” He reminded you. Turning towards him, you could still make out his face even with the blinds closed. “Please,” you begged, shaking your head at him. “Please.” He raised his eyebrows like he was waiting for the correct response. It made you think of the other day, when he said that he wasn't going to tell you again. You laid your arm out flat on the desk, splaying your fingers wide. “Don't look away from me,” he ordered. You stared helplessly at his dark eyes. He immediately resumed, he pulled and twisted your skin, continuously finding undamaged flesh to inflict more agony. A constant stream of soft grunts and whines kept bubbling up your throat and there was no way for you to hold them back. You couldn't take in a proper breath, he didn't stop. He didn't stop at all. Your eyes were watering, the tears spilt freely down your cheeks. His mouth was parted open like he was enjoying you suffer. Your toes were curled, your feet started to drag back and forth across the floor trying find purchase. He hooked his leg around both of yours to pin them against the chair and stop you from moving. Any relief you tried to seek, he tore it away. You were shaking. His fingers kept finding the most sensitive parts of your arm. It hurt so much, it hurt so fucking much. He never looked away from you. Your lips were trembling. You were light headed. You couldn't take in enough air. It was like he was tearing you apart. It was like he- A gasp escaped you when his hand reached in between your legs and he squeezed. An intense shot of pleasure ripped through you and your thighs clenched against him. Your body shook. Oh fuck, oh fuck you just came. He rubbed against you for a few moments before he pulled away. You watched him in horror, not understanding what happened, barely able to think past the throb in between your legs. He smiled at you softly. “My little tulip hmm, I knew you liked it too.”

[atmostories]

I liked you Greg toland fic but the one thing I hated about that movie is that nobody even tried to kick his ass. And even if there was no chances of winning at least you'd have your honor. Tldr may I request Greg toland x reader where the reader stands up to him. And he thinks that's attractive. Thank you so much ☺️

It didn't take long to get used to your new school. The main difference to the last one was the different layout and different faces. Social circles were the same. People stuck to their groups, to the pecking order they were assigned. One of the most popular kids in school was called Greg. He was everything he was supposed to be, absurdly handsome, physically flawless, liked to bully the nerds. Problem was that he was just a bit too into it. You'd seen him bench press a freshman by their underwear and he didn't even break a sweat. The glee on his face afterwards was unsettling.

He was the beloved, salt of the earth all American guy that upheld the social order like he was designed to do it. You tried your best to avoid him. Things got pretty bad at your old school and the last thing you wanted was a repeat experience. You knew that Greg would pounce on you without hesitation. You started to get annoyed at the mere thought of him, how was he so perfect? How was his life so charmed that his biggest concern was making sure his biceps looked amazing in whatever tight designer shirt he decided to wear?  One day at lunch, you found an empty seat next to the nerdy guys. They were pretty cool, they were in their own world and they really did not give a shit. You couldn't help but admire them a little. The guy with the reptiles gave you a wave so you figured you weren't unwelcome. The food the cafeteria served up was actually somewhat decent and you- A pair of gloved hands slammed down on the table right next to you, the guys immediately took to their feet with their food trays. You looked up at Greg as he leaned over, trying to ignore how nice he smelled. He told the others to sit down, and they quickly complied. You'd seen him lifting up tables in the cafeteria before, knocking people's food onto the floor. He'd even lifted up the benches people were sitting on. “I felt terrible that I wasn't here for you guys yesterday,” he explained, there was a strange sort of honesty to his words. He grabbed the carton of milk from your tray and started tossing it gently from one hand to the other. You tried to swallow down the rage which was rapidly beginning to surface. “I just wanted to apologise and let you know that you're still my favourites.” After dropping the carton, his hands gripped onto the table, the guys frantically stood up again. “Sit down,” he ordered. Your grip tightened on the knife and fork you were holding as the other took their seats. "I am trying to eat my lunch," you seethed, glaring up at him. He blinked at you incredulously. "You must be new," he commented, his eyes slowly roaming over your body. "What are you supposed to be?" "Someone who's eating their lunch. Without an asshole hovering over them." "What did you just say to me?" "Oh so you are as stupid as you look, huh. I said. . .fuck off." Anger flicked over his expression but there was also something else too, almost like he was impressed. You assumed that he was going to tip your lunch over your head, so you kept the knife in a firm grip, though it was blunt it would still do some damage. One of his friends started calling out for him. He stood up straight, taking a step back from the table, a cruel smirk was on his face. "I'll see you later," he promised quietly, his words tinged with the oncoming threat. You let out an unsteady breath when he walked off. You got banished from the table. It wasn't a surprise, they didn't want anymore trouble than they already had to endure from Greg. You had gotten carried away, not really considering the consequences of your actions. There was a fine line between defending yourself and whacking a wasps nest over and over with a baseball bat before trying to set in on fire. You should have kept your mouth shut and your head down, but you decided to paint a target on the back of your head instead. You cut class early at the end of the day and managed to get home without being accosted, too worried about what would happen if he found you. Fuck, what did you do? - - - The next day you had gym class. You'd been dreading it almost as much as seeing Greg again. The teacher didn't let you in the girls or the boys changing rooms, so you ended up stripping down in a dingy storage closet. You almost laughed to yourself when the light bulb flicked off. Perfect. . .just fucking perfect. You kept getting changed, hoping that you'd put on the shirt the right way round. When the door opened, you stumbled back in surprise, bumping your leg into one of the shelves. Greg was standing in the doorway, wearing a skimpy vest that concealed nothing and tight little gym shorts. He stalked forwards and slammed the door shut behind him. Oh shit- You braced yourself, expecting him to retaliate for what you'd called him. Backing up as far as you could go, his body pressed up against yours, you could feel his hot breath on your face. "You've got quite the mouth on you, you know that?" He murmured, you nearly flinched when you felt his fingertips trace over your bottom lip. Your heart was beating fast, your breaths were coming in short. He moved his hand from your mouth, and replaced it with something else, something softer. Oh fuck was he. . .was kissing you? Before you could react, he pulled away and left the storage closet, making sure the door was closed properly. The light came back on a few seconds later. A smile pulled up your cheeks as you let out a soft laugh.

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A dance with Greg?!

Requested by @sexibeastlawrence 😉

Possibly the first of two parts if you enjoy this ? I didn't want to put to much in one part...

Greg Tolan. How to describe Greg Tolan?

Starting off simple: Everybody here knows him. Tall, blond, muscular, handsome. The typical highschool stereotype jock with a wicked sense of humour and a good share of sadism.

In my senior year I so far have talked to him five times. If I had time to that is. Before I knew it I mostly had ended in a rose bush or the basketball net.

It really doesn't help that Greg actually is a friend of my former Ex. They both attended a different junior high than I did and stuck together like butter and toast.

So when Austin and I broke up in our junior year, I knew Greg would have it in for me big time.

Things got a little out of hand just a little, when a new friend I had made, Terry, kind of stole Greg's girlfriend away for our buddy Rick. Ever since then Greg had been seething....

I made my way through the crowd of students, hiding behind them as best as I could. I kept looking for the tall blond head to appear that would send me into a wave of panic every time we'd meet. Greg Tolan had already locked me inside my locker for more than 2 hours, pushed me into a thorn bush twice, let my gym clothes disappear or found a way to bully me in another way this week.

My thoughts were so preoccupied by the fear of him, that I had given up on eating lunch in the Cafeteria ever since he and Deborah had broken up two weeks ago. With prom just a week from now he had been especially moody.

I had quickly stashed away my stuff into my locker and was on my way to geometry when I heard his familiar voice just around the corner “...lifting these is like jerking off. The key is to work out every possible minute. Train with everything heavy you find. Sometimes I use freshmen. You need a good grip and....” I stuck my head around the corner. They were directly blocking the enterence to the stairwell I needed to reach my classroom. Damn. As quietly as possible I tried to turn and sneak down the hallway as I heard him say “This calls for a demonstration, one second. Hey you —” Yelping I clung onto his arms as he lifted me up in bridal style. Where had he come from so fast ?? Screw his stuiped athleticism! He grinned as he saw my flushed face “Oh hello there (Y/N). I'll need you to demonstrate this real quick.” He turned back to his two friends ignoring my squirming, me not daring to protest verbally. This was the second floor, who knew what he was going to do.

I felt one of his hands sliding under my ass giving it a firm patt, the other under my legs. I pretended not to notice their firmness.

“You basically grip here — and lift. Buckle your knees a bit to really get every muscle. Then heave like so — one, two, one. ” I screamed as he lifted me in the air suddenly, tossing my weight in his arms as if it were nothing. “You got it?” he questioned his two friends who nodded, grinning.

He sat me down, pulling me against him for a short second “Remind me to show you other ways to work out sometime. They will be especially beneficial for your thigh and abdominal muscles.” I froze staring into his sky-blue eyes. Laughing he gave me another pat on the butt before turning to leave. “Thanks little tulip. You better watch your step, I'll see your around.” Still confused by the affectionate pronounciation of the pet-name-insult, I only saw the foot of one of his friends too late, crashing into the lockers on the opposite side of the wall and rubbing my head in pain. Their snickering angered me “Ouch, what the hell —”

I turned to see that the door towards the stairwell was already swinging close again. As for Greg and his friends, they were gone.

Telling Terry about the incident had proven fruitless, causing him to only giggle in response. Sometimes he'd be acting weird, almost girly.

Sighting I was more than ready to pick up my stuff from my locker and make my way home.

Next to my locker waited another surprise. Just finishing up packing, I had not noticed the tall shadow looming over me instantly, only registering a familiar aftershave faintly washing over me. Yelping I shrank back, as my locker door was slammed shut by a big gloved hand. “Heading home little tulip? I hope you haven't made any plans for prom yet —” he eyed me scornfully. “But I doubt somebody has asked you out already. So you're pretty much free. I'll pick you up around 8:30 p.m ” I stared at him unable to comprehend what he had just said. Did he mean...? “Uh - Is this some kind of prank?” I couldn't help biting my lip nervously. He crossed his arms, looking down at me smirking. “Rather a pittance. ” From behind him I saw Terry and Rick glancing around the hallway corner grinning at me somewhat evilly. Had Terry planned for this to happen?! “That is very nice of you but —” He didn't let me finish, instead taking the apple from my hand I had just pulled from the locker. “Glad you accept. Make sure to doll yourself up a little. You'll need it if you're with someone like me.” He gave me a once over biting a piece off the apple. “And wear something nice. Preferably tight. ”

Stunned I raised my eyebrows, as he turned strutting off and joining his friends at the doors as they exited the building without turning back.

Terry came running over squealing. “Did I just hear right?! ” Rick trailed behind him, looking as surprised as I probably did. “Did the Greg Tolan just ask you out ? I can't believe it.” I shook my head “Neither can I.” Somewhere in my gut I could feel the anxiety melt into something warm. The thought of dancing with Greg had an irritatingly positive effect on me I realized. I should not feel good about this, right? It was Greg Tolan we were talking about.

“This calls for shopping! How about we meet after school tomorrow? I just know the place selling the best pieces. ” Terry offered gleaming. I frowned at him in bewilderment “What do you know about dresses ?” For a second Terry looked a little off guard but he only shrugged in response. “I had a girlfriend, remember? ”

I squinted at him as the three of us made our way towards the school's parking lot. “You seem to be enjoying this a little much. ” Rick commented, voicing my thoughts.

“Did you set this up purposefully?!” I blurted out, biting my lip at the outburst. Terry gave me a smug grin. “Maybe. He may be a jerk in my opinion, but I saw how you look at him. Besides Rick here took Deborah of Greg's hands not me.”

“I don't look at him at all!” Mid sentence a movement from the other side of the parking lot made me lose focus.

From our place behind Terry's silver sports car we spotted Greg hopping into his Jaguar, driving off the parking lot with speed. Terry patted my shoulder grinning “Great, then Rick and I'll accompany you dress shopping.”

Oh dear. What had I gotten myself into ?

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A Dance with Greg II

A/N: Originally I did not want to post three but two parts but I didn't want to keep @sexibeastlawrence waiting. Unfortunately the good stuff comes in the next part, but then there's gonna be lots of it. I will probably need a few days since work's pretty busy right now.

I still hope you enjoy !

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“You look ...quite tolerable. ” he gulped, smoothing out his blazer. Could it be ...? “You read Pride and Prejudice?!” I couldn't help myself from gushing aloud.

Greg wrinkled his brow “I don't read that shit, it's for pussys.” I rolled my eyes. It had been to good to be true.

The way his sky-blue eyes looked when he offered me his arm blew my anger away. “You coming ?” I place my hand on his arms carefully, electrified at the sensation.

This was really happening. Greg Tolan and me were attending prom together.

- A week prior -

“So what is your colour of preference?” Terry asked me as he rummaged through a bunch of silken and puffy dresses. “Uh- I don't know but maybe something darker, so I don't stand out so much? ” Rick stood a few feet behind us, ever since we arrived he had been strolling around the shop in something like awe. Especially when reaching the undergarment section because Terry had insisted on buying me a nice set of lingerie. ‘You never know what might happen.’ he had said grinning in mischief.

But I knew nothing was going to happen. It wasn't even real in my mind.

Why were we currently running through Macy's like a bunch of maniacs? Greg Tolan had asked me to prom on Saturday. The least possible thing ever to happen from my bully and friend of my Ex. One of the typical highschool jocks.

It was like in these bittersweet Hollywood movies like the Breakfast Club which I had seen this year.

Highly unrealistic.

So instead of falling into a wave of girly excitement like Terry did, I was busy trying not to chew my nails off in anxiety.

I didn't know what I was more afraid of. Me going to prom with highschool king Greg Tolan or the fact that somewhere inside of me I was kinda giddy about it.

Terry snapped his fingers in front of my face “Quit zoning out this is important (Y/N)! So more silky smooth or more glittery?” “Uh glittery?”. He eyed me for a second before continuing “Ok silk and smooth it is. Let's go with something tight here....” I watched bewildered as he tore a few dresses from their racks before shoving them into my arms. “Try these.��

Before I could protest Terry had pushed me into the changing room on the opposite side and pulled the curtain shut. “If you need help with the zipper just ask me.”

I frowned at the curtain. Either Terry was a real player and had done these kind of things a dozen of times or maybe he was... Gay?

It would explain the way he'd look at Rick sometimes. As I began undressing I made a quick side note to question him about that later sometime.

The first few dresses were not my thing, the first was a bit to tight around the waist, the silver one looked like I was a walking Christmas, and the red one made me look like a candy wrapper. Or at least that was what I thought. Judging Terry and Ricks faces I could see they just wanted to get out of here.

Though Terry kept his calm and handed me a night blue silken robe with deep V- cut in the front and an open back revealing my shoulders and upper back just above the waist.

I was staring at myself in a mixture of awe and uncertainty when Terry poked his head inside. “And?” he eyed me “That's the one, hey Rick come look —” I folded my arms trying to hide the cleavage. “Hey! You guys can't just stick your head in here I could be changing or something —” Rick who had stuck his head inside, frowning as Terry had pulled him inside by his shirt collar, eyed me with his mouth slightly hanging open.

“You're right, that's the dress. It looks absolutely stunning -” he coughed “Great I mean great. Really, um wow.” with that he disappeared behind the curtain again. Terry grinned at me. “Well I'd bite my ass if not all the guys are drooling over you on Saturday. This one's on me.” he pointed at the dress.

“Terry you just can't buy a dress I mean look at the price and — ” he cut me off. “Think of it as a redeem-myself-gift. And if you don't want it you can gladly give it to me anytime - ” we both paused looking at each other “Terry are you...? ” “So I can give it to another girl!” he quickly added laughing. “Ha ha ha, me a GUY wearing dresses, quite some imagination you have there!”

I shook my head. Okay maybe I would address it. “Now get out of here I want to change !” I told him “And no I don't need help with the zipper! ” I lied as I shoved him from the cabin.

Surreal absolutely surreal.

The week had passed without any great occurrences, the seniors being calm in their last days of school which included everyone but Greg. He and his little minions had decided that before leaving school they'd teach one or two kids a last lesson, marking the schoolgrouds before their leave.

With that I was pretty much off the hook and I even had gotten back the courage to go back to the cafeteria during lunch.

It was Friday, one day before prom, and I had been released early from my class. That was why I already sat at our lunch table waiting for Terry and Rick. I watched as the doors to the south exit opened and nearly choked on my fry.

Greg Tolan was making his way towards me, tow of his minions and another school doll Stacy in tow. I was already beginning to feel my hands get a little sweaty in excitement, when they just stopped and seated themselves at the table in front of me, Stacy leaning in on Greg's shoulder.

The boys had begun talking over boxing when Stacy cut in “So Greg, — ” I saw her trail a hand over the back of his neck and lower hair.

Was it an legitimate option to fork-stab her from behind? “I heard you are still going to prom but luckily without that chick Deborah. If you ask me you never really fit.” Her hand wandered to his arm and I decided that I was not going to look at this any longer. Instead I placed my Walkman over my head and pulled a book from my bag, trying to immense myself.

Greg grinned at her “Good thing no one did. 'scuse me Stacy, see ya boys.” The boys parted dragging an angry Stacy with them as Greg made his way over to her table. (y/n) was busy reading Pride & Prejudice, Walkman on her eyes. Without asking he helped himself to some of her fries, as he seated himself across from her, their knees brushing. He grinned at her shocked reaction.

I nearly yelped when two long fingers lifted the book from my hands to reveal Greg's face inches from mine. “What the — ” he turned it. “What are you reading ? Ah - of course some pussy romance.” he flicked a fry at me. “You didn't think I'd let you off the hook that easy little Tulip? I expect to see you at 8 tomorrow.” With that he stood taking my copy with him.

“Hey! What about my book?!”

He shrugged. “Finders keepers.” with that he basketball tossed it into the trash can before striding through the exit doors.

What a jerk. I still sat here fuming when Rick and Terry finally arrived, but it wasn't because of the lost copy - I didn't even stand up to get it back- it was because I couldn't keep the butterfly's in check that formed in me every time Greg and I touched.

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Greg Tolan HC's 🌷🐻

Pre-Relationship Greg:

- he is a pretty loyal guy, in good or bad sense like he will not leave ur ass alone to make you feel awful if he doesn't like you but he will also always be around if he's your friend

- Slamming you into lockers or rather pinning you against them is his favourite move

- The classic shower curtain pull-aside when he get's to sneak in on you in P.E

- He will probably first annoy you and scare you and then make your life hell upon realising that he has feelings for you in hope that you get the hint (you don't)

- Sitting next to him is hell.

Like he is everywhere, his long legs and arms always brushing yours (he'll snap at you but do it again//)

- HE SMELLS SOOOOO NICE, comforting soft but manly and I feel somewhat like rain or mint or something “cold” laced with something so comfortable like a fluffy bed our something

- Keeps stealing your stuff

- If you notice him actually being good in school like maths for example he will absolutely deny that and say sb else wrote it for him.

- He is no nerd. At least that is until you say you find intelligence sexy. He'll be a little smug on the inside then.

- he is probably that older brothers best friend that pushed you into the pool as a child and always pulled your braids

Relationship Greg:

- Your his lil tulip 🌷✨

- “The sentence „Omg Greg, you can't just push the kid into the rose bush” would fall way to often

- He looks at you crossing his arms pouting “He was staring at you”

- To most other people he looks scary when he is upset but u actually find it quite cute

- Hugs from behind, head on your shoulder, gentle kisses

- At the same time possessive bitch, so his hands are constantly on you his favourite parts being your thigh, your hips, your ass 🥴

- HE LIVES FOR MASSAGES “ough I got a very bad cramp right here” “Greg. Those are your parts. ” “Exactly why only YOU can make it better” 🥴🔞🤸🏼‍♂️

But fr his favourite spot is probably lower back. If he could he would purr.

- Oh btw, you can't get a pet because it would distract you from him

- He still is a tease and likes getting you worked up 🥴

- If you cry his heart literally hurts as bad as if he'd “got kicked in the balls”

- He loves boasting with and to you at the same time by using u as workout material

“Come here babe I need to demonstrate something ”

- He would take it personally if u refused to sit on him while he is doing push-ups

- He loves to carry you around on his shoulders so he has you near AND can demonstrate his strength to you

- I feel Greg is pretty smart too and we all know that he is confident but he has a hard time expressing feelings

- Needy for your attention. If you tell him how handsome he is or how proud you are or what he did good he's in a great mood

- he would have his own little puns besides lil tulip

- Spontaneous activities and gifts will occur

I feel like Greg actually enjoys life pretty much and would share that with you.

(He'll drag you out of bed if you want to or not, in the end it's always (nearly, let's forget Monstertruck Rallye) worth it)

- Greg is actually quite funny

- He has a soft side with the insecurity to be forgotten

- like you srsly need to comfort him because he has no great idea on how to deal with negative feelings healthily

- He is afraid of openly relying on people and showing “weakness” so he mostly converts sadness, anxiety or stress into conflict and anger

- you help along there a little so after a while into your relationship Greg actually calms down pretty much.

- He realises to gain attention not only by bullying but through his talents and interests. He opens his mind just a little.

- He still loves getting into fights and he will punch anyone laying hands on his girl.

He will probably keep the part quiet where he tried to drown that one guy from college until you are married and you can't run anymore (hahah)

-He is also quite involved in your interests, he wants you to try new stuff together if it's "no NeRD sHiT" and NO besides his Playboy copies he doesn't have a couple of Marvel Comics in his bathroom. Like he would never —

- This guy never tires. He is always out doing something. Wether it's spontaneous adventures, hard workouts or banging you for hours he is up for it all

- Speaking of banging, our lil tulip is HÖRNEYYY and down for you. He's gonna Dom you tho.

- The first time you did it he probably broke the bed's headboard. He might have even bruised your ribs because of his strength

- Gives great cuddles afterwords though.

In general I'd say one of his favourite moves is pulling you in a massive bear hug 🐻🧡

- Sleepy Greg will not let you get up without him. Like idk what this guy eats but if his arm is around you, there is no getting up. Once you wiggle free a little he pulls you back into the covers

- You'd probably lick his face, squish his nose, poke him or something to provoke him into getting up

- He will competitively cushion-fight you

- You actually have more say in your relationship than you thought you would. Like if your ass is mad and you ignore him he will do everything he can to make up.

- Locker slamming Part 2 — this time in frustration

- If you were politically involved that would actually be quite fun for him because he would tag along on demos to punch people

- You will probably sometimes have to fix him up after fights and he will probably take a hit just so you do, 'cause he likes having your soft hands on his cheeks

- Like he is your personal bodyguard + trainer 🤸🏼‍♂️🔞 (remember the jerk off thing, yeah...)

- picks you up, drops you off. Makes sure to occasionally be annoyed with it but insists on doing it still.

- His blue eyes sparkling ✨ when you enter the room

- He would be off his rocker seeing you in an elegant tight-fit prom dress 👗

- I feel like he is a Grandma child. That would be the first person you'd meet from his family

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Some Greg Toland HC's & a One-shot will be up by Sunday 🧡🌷

PII. + one chapter of „Space Age Love“ should be on the way as well.

I promise to edit part 1 in case of spelling etc 👀

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Masterlist

A list of my old writing that you can request I revise

Song Prompts

Meeting and Dating Headcanons~

Pretty in Pink

Andie Walsh

Duckie Dale

Blane McDonagh

Steff McKee

Sixteen Candles 

Jake Ryan

The Lost Boys

Paul

Dwayne

Poly Lost Boys

Edgar Frog

The Breakfast Club

Brian Johnson

John Bender

Andrew Clark

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Dallas Winston

Two-Bit Mathews

Rumblefish

Steve Hays

Ferris Buellers Day Off

Cameron Frye

Karate Kid

Daniel Larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Dutch

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Jason Dean

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Jeff Spicoli

Brad Hamilton

Better Off Dead 

Lane Meyer

Weird Science

Gary Wallace

Wyatt Donnelly

Dream A Little Dream

Dinger Holfield

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan 

Dating Poly Bill and Ted 

The Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya

Interview with the Vampire

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Children of the Corn

Malachai Boardman

National Lampoons 

Rusty Griswold (European Vacation)

Cant Buy Me Love

Kenneth Wurman

The Chocolate War

Jerry Renault

Archie Costello

The Mighty Ducks

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Adam Banks

Les Averman

Porkys

Brian Schwartz

Anthony ‘Meat’ Tuperello

Tommy Turner

Tim Cavanaugh

Mickey Jarvis

Just One of the Guys

Terry Griffith

Greg Tolan

Dead Poets Society 

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Charlie Dalton

Knox Overstreet

Steven Meeks

Earth Girls are Easy

Mac

Combat Academy 

Perry Barnett

Waynes World

Garth Algar

Austin Powers

Austin Powers

Toy Soldiers

Ricardo Montoya

Good Will Hunting

Chuckie Sullivan

10 Things I Hate About You

Joey Donner

My Bodyguard

Ricky Linderman

Melvin Moody

Stand and Deliver

Angel Guzman

Something Wild 

Ray Sinclair

Three O’Clock High 

Buddy Revell

Intruder

Randy

Young Guns

Jose Chavez y Chavez

Billy the Kid

Doc Scurlock

Dazed and Confused

Benny O’Donnell

Don Dawson

Kevin Pickford

Randall “Pink” Floyd

Fred O’Bannion

Mitch Kramer

Ron Slater

Shavonne Wright

Dogfight

Eddie Birdlace

Ladybugs

Matthew

Goosebumps

Sticks

Freddy Renfield

Twister

Robert ‘Rabbit’ Nurick

Stand by me 

Ace Merrill

School Ties

Rip Van Kelt 

Chris Reece

The Untouchables

Eliot Ness

The Godfather

Tom Hagen

(Young) Vito Corleone

(Old) Vito Corleone

Goodfellas

Henry Hill

Little Shop of Horrors

Seymour Krelborn

Newsies

Specs

Near Dark

Severen

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees

Scream

Billy Loomis 

Poly Billy and  Stu

Stu Macher

The Craft

Nancy Downs

Hocus Pocus

Max Dennison

Thackery Binx

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Adam Maitland

The Crow

Eric Draven

Ghostbusters

Ray Stantz

Aliens

Bishop

An American Werewolf in London

Jack Goodman

Sleepaway Camp

Ricky Thomas

Re-animator

Herbert West

Silence of the Lambs

Clarice Starling

Fright Night

Jerry Dandridge

Candyman

Daniel Robitaille

The Evil Dead

Ash Williams

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Harvey Kinkle

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike

Full Metal Jacket

Sgt. Hartman

Joker

Animal Mother

Pyle

Preference~ the boys with an s/o whose ex stalks them

Grease

Kenickie

Labyrinth

Jareth

Total Recall

Douglas Quaid

Requested “Would Includes” and Imagines/Fics~

Darry falling for Johnny’s sister

Allison Reynolds dating a shy nerdy girl

Starting a family with Cameron Frye

Making out with Cameron Frye

Cameron Frye comforting you when you’re upset

Getting drunk with the Ferris Bueller crew

Gary Wallace dating a tall girl

George Mcfly with a dominant flirty s/o

Comforting and being comforted by Will Hunting

Will Hunting having a crush on you

Being apart of the good will hunting gang

Armand with a virgin s/o (including nsfw)

Lestat and Louis dating a girl who loves horror movies

Making out with Duckie Dale

Duckie Dale cheering you up

Cliff having a crush on you

Making out with Cliff

Making out with Bryce

Bryce having a crush on you

The Lost Boys with an s/o having an anxiety attack + fighting depression

The Lost Boys with a sweet and innocent s/o

The Lost Boys with a curvy mate

The Lost Boys fighting with their mates

The Lost Boys dating a shy short girl

The Lost Boys taking care of you when you’re hurt

Getting drunk with the Lost Boys would include

David x Laddies older sister

Making out with Edgar Frog

Being Married to Archie Costello

Going to the beach with Archie Costello

Making out with Archie Costello

Darrys girlfriend landing a job at a local cafe as a singer

Making out with Kenneth Wurman

Being Cindys friend and Ronalds crush

Harold Sherbico having a crush

Kim Kelly dating her polar opposite

Neil Perry dating an artist

Making out with Charlie Dalton

Jealous Charlie Dalton

Jealous Knox Overstreet

A study date with Steven Meeks

Spending the winter season with Neil Perry

Comforting Charlie Dalton after he gets expelled 

The dead poets walking in on Charlie and his secret, shy girlfriend 

Simon Boggs having a crush on Laneys friend

Faking It-Cindy Mancini falling for the girl who paid her to be her friend

Spike having a crush on you

Steff McKee having a crush on you

Marko having a crush on you

David having a crush on you 

Paul having a crush on you

Dwayne having a crush on you

Dwayne x vampire reader who dresses like Stevie Nicks

Making out with Keith Nelson

Meat having a crush on Peewees sister

Admit it- Mickey Jarvis and his future s/o having crushes on each other

Being a part of team USA and meeting Adam and Charlie

Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you

Sleepover with Bill and Ted (including nsfw)

Being pregnant with Ted Logans child

Starring in the schools Romeo and Juliet with Ted Logan

Ted Logan asking you to be his valentine

Spending Valentines day with Steff McKee

Spending Valentines day with Steven Meeks

Spending Valentines day with Keith Nelson

Spending your first Valentines day with Bryce

Wishing I Was Her (Nick Andopolis)

If You Want Out Just Say It (Ace Merrill)

Going on the Ferris adventure

Going on your own adventure with Cameron Frye

Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Travelling back in time with Marty McFly

Tommy Devito dating a chubby artist

Years Gone By (Michael Corleone)

Sonny Corleone dating his opposite

Phillipe Gaston x reader~ Fairy Tale 

Being Fulton's sister and Dating Dean Portman

Comforting Todd when he’s upset

Being married to Bill S. Preston Esquire

Being married to Ted Logan

Spending Halloween/October with Knox Overstreet

Making out with Knox

A will they, won’t they relationship with Seth Brundle

Falling in love with Edward Scissorhands

Dwayne Hicks with an Android!Technician s/o

Private Joker dating an artist 

Jareth falling in love with you

Being married to Matt Hooper and going to Amity

The way you make me feel~ John Bender

Being in a long term relationship with JD

J.D. with a chronically ill s/o

Archie with a chronically ill s/o

Making out with Ted Logan

Archibald Craven falling in love

Andy Dufresne falling in love

Nsfw Headcanons~ 

Group sex with the lost boys

Sam Emerson

Threesome with Obie and Archie

Armand

Archie Costello

(sub) Archie Costello

Obie

Johnny Cade

Cameron Frye

Duckie Dale

Blane

John Bender

Randy (Intruder)

Joey Donner

Kenneth Wurman

Keith Nelson

The Dead Poets Kinks

Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Steven Meeks

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Gerard Pitts

John Bender taking your virginity

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Dinger Holfield

The Lost Boys

JD

Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Benny O’donnell

Fred O’Bannion

Cliff

Bryce

Johnny Walker

George Mcfly

Brian Moreland

(sub) Perry Barnett 

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Randy Meeks

Michael Emerson

Nancy Downs

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Spike

Angel Guzman

Sgt. Hartman

Brad Hamilton

Douglas Quaid

Chris (night of the creeps)

Sonny Corleone with a shy, virgin s/o

George Mcfly getting jealous and being dominant

Grease Monkey (Keith Nelson smut)

Sins of the flesh and matters of the heart (David x reader + Dwayne smut)