#he is like u wot?

[gomzdrawfr]

Sorry this is prob weird but I’m imagining Raven and Ghost working at amusement parks (they look like they don’t belong there)

Raven is the kind that counts down and then pulls the lever at the count of 2, smirking under her hat

Ghost is the same, but he finishes counting and then lets the suspense build in uncomfortable silence, cuz he wanna see the faces of the people wondering if there's a malfunction, and then only Ghost pulls the lever

[randalthorstits]

To add on to the Lanfear lying and manipulating Rand convo, she’s also painting herself as someone who has no control. She’s been subtly introducing the idea that she’s a victim who needs to be saved because she knows that’s not something Rand would be able to ignore. As well as the idea that he knows her in a way no one else does. That no one else understands her or their relationship so he needs to defend her.

[all-about-the-tea-parties]

The show consistently establishing that Ishamael Wants To Die™️:

Some ppl during the finale: umm??? How did rand kill him with just a sword? Why didn’t Ishamael fight back??? That’s so stupid! He’s a Forsaken™️ like, he wants to kill the dragon, Rand should’ve had to use the One Power

The writers: *slams head through wall*

[tobisonfire]

etho talking about his health and working out 4 years ago (LP ep 521)

[warrmonger]

❛ look at you, attempting greatness. pity it’s just an attempt.  ❜ (from Rufus :) )

heidegger can’t help the half-smile to impede upon thick lips, a cock of his brow and a breath of a sigh almost akin to a laugh. is the other serious? the blonde so cocky as to challenge his general’s prowess? heidegger had fought in wars – saved as many as he’d murdered. in someone’s mind (be it one person or more), he was a hero.

and the blonde? well-

shouldn’t he consider him a hero, too? would rufus even be alive to spout such venom without his director – no, his protector – having served his duty so well?

for a man somewhat stoic, it’s difficult not to let loose the words soon to dance along his lips – his refrain, forever proud – his words, rare sarcasm in the face of his president.

“my apologies, sir-“ there’s a bitterness laced around his words, his tongue sharp with an edge of disdain “i was merely following your lead.”

of course, the thought doesn’t escape him that were this boy’s father before him – the words would have never left heidegger’s lips. he’d have shied away, felt a shame as deep as any of the scars he carried – but this isn’t the boy’s father. this is rufus shinra – a mere shadow of the once great man to take the throne before him. the very thing heidegger is accused of - an attempt at greatness, falling short.

[radiantmists]

okay i havent been keeping up with the s2 material v carefully so who knows if this is what happens but i have to say that if rand was running away from everyone he knew it was less than genius to go to cairhien, aka the one place outside the TR that he knows someone from

[truthundressing]

30 yr old woman coming into the villa and immediately choosing the 21 yr old for a date...what a weirdo

[coolrpblog]

“Ooh, I’m terrified.” ( frank or michael, in the most sarcastic way imaginable )

His head tilts. Was that mockery? Did he think he wasn't SCARY? The grip he had on his knife tightens as he walks towards the male now, lifting the knife over his shoulder now.

He doesn't take kindly to being seen as unscary. He WILL put fear into this man before he snuffs his life out.

[bi-writes]

Could you do one of Simon forgetting to bring his lunch and so his wife brings it except she turns up in a cute sundress??

mail-order bride (18+)

"simon...simon riley?" you ask.

the officer raises a brow, looking down at your ID and then back at your face. he frowns a little, scratching the back of his neck.

"he's a lieutenant," you add, biting your lip. "uhm...and he works with...with john."

"john?"

you suck in a shaky breath, biting your lip nervously.

"captain john price?"

the officer just glares at you a little before picking up his radio.

"yes, ma'am. wait here."

he turns his back to you, walking a little ways away, and you hear him speak into the radio lowly.

"...got a civilian here asking for lieutenant riley..."

"...negative, sir..."

"...oh. affirmative, sir. right away."

the officer comes back, giving you your ID back. he looks sheepish now all of the sudden, and he smiles at you, which unnerves you almost.

"u-uh, so sorry ma'am. you can park near the main office, right that way," he points to a building far to the left, "i'll have someone come meet you there to take you inside. again, apologies...we're going to put you on a list, mrs. riley."

you frown a little, shrugging. you're not upset. it's a miltiary base, for christ's sake, and you've never been here; of course they would be apprehensive about letting you in. but the private looks terrified out of his mind, so you just smile a little and make your way towards the parking spot he pointed out.

when you get out of the car, you push the door closed with your hip, picking up the bag in the passenger seat. there's a woman standing by the door, smiling and waving at you. she looks very smart, in a nice pantsuit. you smooth your dress down, smiling back at her, and you swing your purse over your shoulder before making your way to her.

"hello, mrs. riley. the lieutenant's wife, i hear?" she asks. you nod and shake her hand.

"y-yes...he...he said he was just doing administrative stuff today, but he forgot some things so...i just wanted to do something nice--"

"right!" she nods her head towards the door. "i can escort you to his office. uhm...i believe he's debriefing with captain price this afternoon, but i'm sure he can make some time." she winks at you when she says that, and you bite back a shy smile.

she takes a seat at her desk, picking up the phone. she yaps for a few minutes, and you take a seat in an empty chair, smoothing your skirt out. your wearing one of simon's favorites, the cherry-printed mini dress he loves so much, but you realize maybe he might not be the only one. there's a myriad of privates and soldiers that walk past you, and you hear some whistles by some of the bolder ones. you suddenly feel very self conscious, tucking your legs underneath yourself. you're wearing white strapped wedges, your hair styled nicely with a bow to match the dress, but now you feel silly, stupid.

why would you go to a military base dressed like a fucking pin-up girl?

"wot are you doin' 'ere?" a rough voice demands.

mmm. that's why.

you look up from your chair, smiling wide when you see him. simon stands with his arms crossed over his tact vest, tilting his head to the side as he glares at you from under his skull mask. you've never seen him strapped before, though. he's got a gun tucked into his thigh holster.

"h-hi," you pick up the basket next to you, standing up, and when you come close, simon is rough, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you near him with a short growl.

"oi," he snaps, but you just flutter your lashes at his harsh voice, smiling bigger. "can't fuckin' come 'ere lookin' so pretty."

you giggle, and even though you're wearing heels, you still find yourself standing on your toes as you try to get close to him.

"you forgot what i packed for you, simon. how could you forget?" you pout a little. he sighs deeply, smoothing his gloved hand down your back before nodding his head.

"c'mon. can't 'ave ya out here. fuckin' muppets starin' at my wife."

he turns and immediately starts walking. he's entirely too fast, and you skip in your wedges practically to try and keep up with him. when he notices, he slows his pace, and you grip the basket better in your hand before reaching for his with the other.

your hands intertwine, and you look around as you walk, reading the plaques on the wall, the shiny medals, waving at johnny when you see him holding a bag of crisps upside over his open mouth.

when simon shuts the door behind you in a dark office, you set the basket down on the desk, pushing back the kitchen towel fabric.

"okay, so i brought those muffins you like from that little shop. they had blueberry this morning, oh my gosh, simon, they also started putting out these little scones that--oh!" you gasp as he grabs you from the fat of your hips, a big flat palm over the base of your spine as he pushes you flat onto your stomach onto the desk. "simon!"

simon sucks on his teeth as he flips up your skirt, letting out a low whistle as he palms your ass, spreading the fat of it so he peek at the seam of the white lace you're wearing. you lay your palms against the desk and whimper, not used to simon being so rough, so upfront, so bold.

"can't just come here all dressed up, baby," simon grunts, shaking his head. "and not expect me to take wot i need...been surrounded by nothing but wankers all fuckin' day..."

you relax a little, giggling.

"simon," you sigh, your eyes closing as you push your hips back into his hands. "i missed you so much..."

"tha' why y'came down 'ere, luvvie?" he asks, smirking under the mask. "ya missed me? missed y'r husband? what'd ya miss, baby? tell me."

you arch your back a little, bowing it, and you laugh when he gives your ass a firm grab before picking you up and spinning you around, caging you against the desk. you smile up at him, dazed, a little dizzy, and he winks at you, eye-black dark and deadly around those killer brown eyes. he's so big, so hot, and you're suddenly very aware of how big simon looks in all his gear.

"i don't know," you say softly. "it's so cold in bed at night..."

simon snorts, "tha' right? 's cold? the lil' shits don't keep ya warm?"

"our girls like to sleep on your pillow, i think they miss you, too."

"fuckin' lil' bastards," simon chuckles, and you sigh, sliding your hands up his vest and tugging him just a little closer. your spread your knees to let him between them, and he reaches down and grips your thighs, hiking them up around his hips as he sits you onto the edge of the desk. "fuck, you're so fucking pretty..."

you tilt your head back for him.

"i miss eating with you. it's so quiet when you're not around."

"mmm. i bet, luv."

"and i miss you when i'm alone," you whisper. "i miss you when it's just me..."

simon narrow his eyes, "tell me, swee'eart."

you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down towards you. you kiss him over the mask, tasting sand and ash, licking over his lips through the cotton. it's lewd, disgusting, but he groans under the fabric.

"when, simon? when?" you ask, and he hums lowly.

"when? 'ow about right now?"

"no way, you're so gross, simon," you giggle. "our first time is not going to be on a desk in some dingy office where you work--"

you seize when he cups you between the thighs, big gloved hand palming your cunt through your lace panties. you arch your back and gasp, gripping his biceps tight as you lean into his touch.

"don't need t'make it our first time," simon tilts his head to the side. "can still make it real fuckin' nice, baby."

"oh, now you wanna touch me?" you suck in a shaky breath. "just because some of your men wanna look up my skirt?"

"oh, for tha', i'll make ya scream my bloody name, for oll of them ta hear," he growls, and you smile wide up at him.

"guess they need to learn i'm a lieutenant's wife," you giggle, and simon whistles low, tugging your panties to the side, and you whimper when you he prods at your entrance with two big gloved fingers.

"ahhhh..." simon hisses. "ya like tha' title, tha' it, baby? yeah...yeah you like tha'..."

"i like it," you whine, and when he meets your watery eyes, he plunges those big fingers deep, thumbing at your clit. your mouth falls open, your nails digging into his sleeves, and you suddenly wish you had asked him to take you to get your nails done so you could really claw it. "i like it..."

"could make these boys lick the fuckin' ground ya walk on," he mutters, and you whine when a particular rough thrust of his hand squelches between your thighs. "they'd do anythin' to please me, baby...even johnny would chew your bloody food for ya if i asked him to--"

you reach down and grip his wrist, your thighs shaking as you jolt. it feels so good, your entire body is on fire. his fingers are petting a nice little spot inside of you, stroking it as he pumps his hand nice and steady inside of you. his thumb is working you in gooey circles, flicking at your clit and putting taut the little string in your lower belly. your whole brain feels like it's fizzling, your blood rushing, and you stick out your tongue, licking over his masked jaw as you start to feel like you're gonna pass out from the wet slick, slick, slick sounding from your wet cunt.

"simon--simon--" you pant, and he groans, nodding his head.

"so pretty, baby," simon breathes. "so fuckin' tight, gonna 'ave to work ya open before i give ya my cock, lovey..."

"it's so big," you mumble, and simon coos, nodding his head.

"i know, baby, i know, 's big, real big...but you can take it, remember?" he laughs. "you can take it woteva i give you..."

you nod.

"i can take it--i can take it--!"

your vision blurs. there's tears coming down your face, sweat lining your forehead, your back, but you can't wipe the giggly, lazy smile off your face. simon cups the back of your head with his free hand, sitting you up, and when he pulls his fingers out from between your legs, his gloves are stuck to his hand practically, completely soaked through.

"y'r so pretty when y'cum," he murmurs, and you stick out your tongue for him. he gets the message, shoving his mask up just enough, and he bends to kiss you warm and wet.

"well then," you meet his eyes, all languid, all relaxed, a devious little grin on your sweet face. "why don't you give me another then?"

simon grins, all teeth.

"woteva ya want."

[thebadtimewolf]

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[heavenbarnes]

I viscerally need older bf!Simon to help with sorting out (aka deleting) any and all unsolicited nudes you might get. I just. Constantly think abt this (not just w Simon, in general bc when I had other socials me and whoever I was w at the time would do this lol) and just.

I think he'd be so bamboozled at first esp if it was before the Nudes and Nut Videos With Sound talks.

"eugh another dick pic end me rn"

"wot"

Y'know????

It's late and I'm tired but I just. Wanted to share lol lov u Cosmos 💜💜

i can see domesticity between you and your older bf!simon where you’re both sat on the couch, he’s watching football and you’re scrolling through your phone.

he practically hears you scrunch your nose up and he’s asking “what’s wrong” in the form of a grunt as his hand rubs gentle circles into your legs resting in his lap.

“some loser sending me pictures of their penis”

that gets his attention, because he’d show you his whenever you like- why do you need pictures of someone else’s?

he silently reaches over and takes your phone from you, squinting as he looks at the photo. terrible shot, looks like the guys holding a soft little yam in his palm.

“why’d he send you that?”

you snorted, shifting your legs so you could cuddle into his side and look at it with him. right as you were about to enlighten him, another message came through.

“your turn ;)”

both you and simon shuddered at the same moment, your face turning down in a grimace. you scrolled up in the chat so he could see the deluge of messages this weirdo had sent you to no reaction.

“because i wouldn’t respond”

simon doesn’t get nudes, he doesn’t get why you’d send pictures when you could just have the real thing? but thats also what he doesn’t get.

people that send unsolicited pictures of their weird little penis can’t get the real thing.

passing the phone back to you, simon lifted his arm so he could wrap it around your waist as he pulled you in closer.

“y’could send him back one bigger n’see how he likes it”

it caught you off guard and you were in the midst of your fit of giggles before you stopped and looked up at him, starry eyed.

“wait, actually-“

[okaysonny]

nsfw headcanons 〆 jake kim

a/n: idk how to write smut...writing about smut however... 🙂‍↕️ wanted to feed my jake fixation ❤️

afab! reader ✦ established relationship ✦ nsfw content under cut

has he ever had sex? (in canon)

it's not explicitly confirmed, but we can be 99.9% sure he's a virgin lol. for obvious reasons, he's saving his first time for someone special, someone he's built a connection with.

and right now (as of 544), jake isn't actively looking for one. if he finds someone he ends up liking, those feelings will just...come by chance.

even without his father's example, he's not the type to do casual dating or hookups at all (imo anyway). he's just a chill guy who likes friendship and fishcakes ❤️

favourite positions?

jake is a man of 🌹 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 🌹 so the classic missionary is his fav. cowgirl is nice too, but he just loves the closeness.

how 🗣️ is he?

trust that jake has the most angelic, harmonious, sheet gripping moans in lookism 😮‍💨 very comfortable expressing his pleasure!

loves moaning in your ear during missionary - he wants you to know how good you feel.

what's he actually like during the deed?

gangster son in the streets, gentle lover in the sheets 😇 if you like rough + degrading sex, you're not getting it from him lolz. unless you really wanted to, but he wouldn't enjoy it as much.

jake always prioritises your pleasure over his. #1 of big deal, but also #1 foreplay enjoyer (^_-) makes you cum multiple times on his mouth and fingers before getting to the main event.

and when it actually happens, he never finishes before you. i think jake equally enjoys the intimacy of cumming inside and also how your stomach looks with his release on it.

he likes kissing your neck + whispering his admiration as you catch your breath.

aftercare?

loves cuddling after doing it 💘 just comfortable silence as jake holds you in his arms.

and like i said, he's a gentle lover, so he won't hesitate to carry you (bridal style 🌹) to the shower if he thinks you need the pampering. jake...i've seen wot u did 4 samuel...carry me bridal style PLEASEEE

toys? does he like them?

i don't think many of the lookism men would be into toys tbh. jake isn't an exception. if you want to use them, he doesn't mind, but...they don't tickle his fancy.

does he prefer 🍑 or 🍒 ?

THIGHS! he's a thigh guy. if you wear shorts or a revealing skirt, you'll catch jake staring multiple times. he loves staying in between them too ;)

how 📏 is he?

ptj wants us to know his characters have the biggest, juiciest, thickest cocks in the world 😭😭 eg: the sauna scene with samuel + eli during suwon arc - "woah! those guys are huge!"...like we get it sir...

but i think jake is average sized tbh! not too big, not too small. just the right size :3

💭 a sexual fantasy of his?

again...he's a man of 🌹 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 🌹, so even his fantasies are pretty sweet and romantic.

his secret wish is making love to you by the sea. (the jake + samuel angst location)

but one of big deal could easily spot you, so he stays quiet 🙂‍↕️

if you're both there really late at night and get carried away, it'll probably happen. he'd use his long black coat as a blanket.

a/n: i want to fuck him so bad it makes me look stupid

divider credits - enchanthings

[holychopshopgalaxy]

can you imagine being flint in plantation ending its so fucking funny like. ur war/pirating partner you fell in love with but are too traumatized to consciously realize it betrays you and your cause. you desperately try convincing him your fighting isn't just personal rage against the world but also a genuine idealistic belief in the future of humanity. he says he doesn't give a fuck. so ur last act as a revolutionary is casting a curse that will haunt him the rest of his life. he pulls a gun on you and his posse arrests you. you fight back somewhat but ur too tired and gay to really do anything. u end up on a boat to some prison in the colonies but guy who betrayed you/broke ur heart says ur dead bf is there. wtf? sounds fake but ur also tired and gay so maybe it's true, who knows. anyway you arrive at the prison and are greeted by the fuckass rich guy warden who somehow owns your dead bf's cursed clock from all ur trauma experiences. wtf?? but ur too tired and gay to think about shit like that now. so ur escorted to the gates and given some weirdass statement about disappearing from the world or something. but whatever bc then ur uncuffed and wait wots this. you see ur dead bf. who is not only not dead, but also buff and scruffy now. WTF? and during all of this. israel hands is there

[warrmonger]

@shadowborders liked for a starter. ( for reeve )

"you-" he turns; eyes adorned with the raw red of no sleep - their heavy bags, black. tiredness, a burden that the general's been carrying with him since junon. he'd been shouldering it all; the science department, SOLDIER and the military - one thing after another neath the heal of rufus shinra. but now -

now the man was gone. another victim to weapon. nought more in his way than the woman at his side ( a woman, who, for now - he'd work with ). of course, when reeve had listened to the small cricket ( or was it a cat? ) on his shoulder and decided to go against heidegger & scarlet - he'd been met with the law. thrown into a cell while they dealt with AVALANCHE.

for now; heidegger finds himself gloating ( or is he simply, angry? ). the general can't stop the burn of bile that hisses off of lips. anger, the flare of white across tensed knuckles. he's exhausted - stressed. two days behind on his heart meds and furious beyond reason. at reeve for his betrayal? at rufus, for all he's done? AVALANCHE or sephiroth or even himself?

truth be told - he's not even sure anymore. he's simply angry.

"all this time-" his words are spoken through clenched teeth, nostrils flared and face reddened with rage "you were working with them. the enemy!" the man he'd called a colleague; the man he'd perhaps not trusted but shit, almost liked. "you - you fucking coward!"

[evidenceof]

a partial report of Tasteful Old Man Dick's sartorial choices:

dick revisiting brecourt and refusing to wear wellies like everyone else bc rubber boots do NOT go with the outfit. white sneakers will be plastic wrapped!! and will be worn!! striped tops? yes, he loves them has them in varying line weights but in similar color palette.

loved a crisp white collar, dusty gray blazer and solid black tie. on the left is a photo from his dinner with ethel, grace and lewis. on the right is him in france. still handsome what can we do.

and what does he wear to his wartime situationship's 84th bday? showed up fresh in a his knitted cardi, light blue button down, white wash trousers and his (fave) pair of white sneakers. (that is our beautiful girl, ms. deetta almon on the right. mind u he gave her fresh new copies of their wartime correspondence like... wots all this then!) you can already tell he loves a light blue button down (paired it on the right with the chocolate brown a-2 jacket. winning color combo. and accessorized with confiscated fallschirmjäger gloves, because of course.)

(Image Sources: Dick Winters Collection: Nixon Files and Continuation of France Files; Hang Tough: The WWII Letters and Artifacts of Major Dick Winters by Erik Dorr and Jared Frederick)

[knight-of-flowerss]

Hi how are u doing sweetie? God I just read your truckercregan story and I’m OBSESSED. Can you write a Trucker!Cregan x Reader where the reader is trying to keep their distance from Cregan because they’re getting way too attached (I mean who wouldn’t like 🧎‍♀️), but Cregan doesn’t seem to notice or care at all? The reader’s been hanging around the town, but every time Cregan rolls in with his rig, they can’t help but watch. One day, Cregan catches them staring, and instead of making a move or acknowledging their interest, he just smirks and comments on something completely unrelated, like how their truck’s tires are worn down or they should get more coffee. Reader’s frustrated but can’t help but feel drawn to him. Maybe Cregan even teases them, gets a little too close, and throws in a casual touch or comment, making the reader all flustered but still holding back, unsure of whether Cregan’s actually interested or if he’s just being his usual confident, aloof shitty self.

- Anon 🤍

UGH ANON YOU ARE THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN TO ME RIGHT NOW, THIS IDEA IS TO DIEEE FORR!!

Also there will be some suggestive stuff in here like dry humping, grabbing readers breast and Cregan smacking readers ass cus bro is DEFINITELY an ass man and really doesn't give a single fuck about being a 'nice guy'. He sees a nice ass? He's smacking it. Anyways just a bunch of sexual stuff as well lol.

Also, Trucker!Cregan deffo, 100% puts x's on the end of his messages when he's horny.

Well, Trucker!Cregan is an ass man at least. I think hockey player!Cregan is a thigh man icl 🤭 bro appreciates a good pair of thighs. (I have more Cregan AU ideas like firefighter!Cregan, bsf's!dad!Cregan, ex-husband!Cregan, etc.)

Anyways, I'm getting logged on 😅 I hope I've done your idea justice! I haven't sat down and wrote properly for a GOOD WHILE so 🥲🥲

(Also I'm probs just gonna be saying Cregan instead of Trucker!Cregan in this cus I rlly cba to write it out every time and I feel like it's gonna get repetitive 😭)

MDNI 18+!!!

TRUCKER!CREGAN X READER

MASTERLIST

🛻•Cregan was like a drug, something you could never let go of. He's like trying drugs for the first time a party and immediately getting high on the feeling it gives you.

🛻•Trucker!Cregan was something you could never give up, but you're trying, even if you know it's absolutely pointless.

🛻•Meaningless sex was your go to, get addicted to others and soon maybe you'll forget about him. The way he feels- the way he makes you feel.

🛻•Sitting at your local diner, you skim through your phone, staring at all the unanswered texts and missed phone calls from Cregan.

🛻•'Hey darlin x' Wednesday, 5:48 PM.

'Am off work now x' Wednesday, 5:48 PM.

Missed call. Wednesday, 5:49 PM.

'Were r u hun?' Wednesday, 5:49 PM.

'Gonna cum over t the dina n get sum food' Wednesday, 5:51 PM.

Missed call. Wednesday, 5:53 PM.

Missed call. Wednesday, 6:10 PM.

Missed call. Wednesday, 6:12 PM.

'You cummin or what?' Wednesday, 6:13 PM.

Missed call. Wednesday, 6:18 PM.

🛻•'On a 10 hr drive' Thursday, 4:24 AM.

'Be back Friday night' Thursday, 4:25 AM.

🛻•Image attached, 'Luk at that fatass dog haha' Thursday, 11:06 AM.

'Jus got of' Thursday, 4:47 PM.

'At shitty motel' Thursday, 4:47 PM.

Missed call. Thursday, 4:48 PM.

'Pick up.' Thursday, 4:48 PM.

'Darlin a miss u x' Thursday, 4:51 PM.

'Please x' Thursday, 4:52 PM.

'Darlin a need u x' Thursday, 4:52 PM.

Missed call. Thursday, 4:53 PM.

Image attached, 'Luk wot u do t me x' Thursday, 4:57 PM.

Video attached, 'So hard for u x' Thursday, 4:59 PM.

Video attached, 'All this for u hun x' Thursday, 5:07 PM.

🛻•Missed call. Friday 10:34 AM.

'Drivin home now' Friday, 10:47 AM.

Missed call. Friday, 11:40 PM.

'At bar' Friday, 11:41 PM.

'Call me when u can' Friday, 11:41 PM.

🛻•Missed call. Sunday, 2:11 PM.

'Ben jus told me u been out' Sunday, 2:13 PM.

'U hav fun wit ur friends?' Sunday, 2:14 PM.

'Cant wait t see u again hun x' Sunday, 2:17 PM.

'Answer me.' Sunday, 2:20 PM.

🛻•Then, radio silence.

🛻•Wednesday evening, a full week after, you always go to the diner and order a pumpkin pie slice, one that Cregan would treat you with after he fucked you senseless, one of the only nice things he ever did for you.

🛻•Then, before you know it, a body slides into the opposite booth, you don't even have to lift your head to know who it is. His smell, his confidence, the way he's spreading his legs under the table. Cregan.

🛻•He grabs a fork, as your eyes lift up from your phone. The utensil cuts through the pie, taking a big scoop with some whipped cream and shoving it in his mouth.

🛻•He licks the fork clean as you stare at him, his nose, his beard, his eyes. Everything makes you squeeze your thighs shut, the throbbing returning to your core.

🛻•"Your tires are worn darlin'.. gon' need t' get 'em fixed." His gruff voice cuts through the soft hum of a song playing on the jukebox that's on its last leg.

🛻•"They got fixed last week" You mumble, grabbing the coffee mug on your right and taking a sip. "Hm." He hums, staring back at you, a small smirk tugging on his lips.

🛻•About ten minutes go by, Cregan just staring at you as he slides the pie towards him, eating it like he paid for it. That's the thing about Cregan, he's greedy. And selfish. If he wants it, he'll take it.

🛻•You quickly slam down five dollars, a tip for the waitress before scooting out of the booth, walking out of the diner as Cregan watches with that shit eating grin on his face.

🛻•He shoves the remaining section of the pie into his mouth and jumps out of the booth, walking out with long strides, confidence looming around him.

🛻•As you're trying to unlocking your car door, Cregan slides behind you, slotting his hips against your ass.

🛻•His large hands grip your hips, pressing himself harder into you as a gasp slips through your lips. A low grumble rattles his large chest as he speaks in your ear, his low, deep voice making your legs tremble with desire, "Yuv been ignorin' me darlin'.."

🛻•One hand moves off your hip, gliding up your torso softly before harshly gripping your tit, massaging it roughly as his hips slowly grind against your ass.

🛻•Your fingers grip the top of your car, eyes fluttering closed as Cregan practically dry humps you against your car in broad daylight.

🛻•Before you know it, he pushes you harshly against the car and steps back, not even bothering to hide his raging hard on.

🛻•A finger gets pointed in your face as you turn your head to look at him, eyebrows furrowed in absolute confusion. "Don't ever fucking ignore me again. Ever."

🛻•He moves the pointed finger from your face, dropping it down before shoving past you, his truck being on the other side, a few spaces down. And you definitely didn't miss the harsh smack he laid on your ass while he shoved past.

🛻•You have zero clue if Cregan actually wants you or sees you as his property, but at this point, you're too cock drunk to even care.

I hope I did it justice! I've been so sick so my writing definitely got worse throughout this 🥲

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom