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[theworldofotps]

Lost Bets

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Count: 2,017 Description: Listening to a few voice notes crushes your world.

Part Two

Listening to divorce dad playlists and that song Hate Me by Ellie Goulding and Juice WRLD created this. I got a majority of the idea from Juice's verse so I hope you all like it! Some angst, @madhatterbri I hope this wrecked you enough (If you've asked to be added to the list and you don't see your name, please let me know because I forget to write them down sometimes.) ________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @99hook @sjwrites22​ @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @biforrollynch​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29​ @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37​ @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior​ @blaquekitty​ @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @xbreezymeadowsx @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _______ When did it start? You didn’t know.

How long had it been going on?

Not a clue in your mind. But when you finally noticed that things between the two of you were rocky, suddenly you were scared and overthinking everything. What if he decided that he was tired of fighting and asked for a break? After all, it seemed like that was all you two did anymore. Arguing over stupid stuff, big or little, it was nearly every day that one of you were pissed about something. It hadn’t been like this in the beginning of your relationship, or for a while after. There was a love and connection that you’d never experienced with anyone before. Tyler coming home from traveling and shows to spend as much free time with you as humanly possible. All the backstage shenanigans, the late nights sat on the hood of his car snacking and chatting about any and everything you two could think of. You weren’t sure when things took a turn, but you wanted to offer an olive branch and try to fix things.

That’s why you were currently looking around backstage trying to find Tyler, two tickets to a movie he’d been wanting so badly to see for months in hand.

“Y/n what are you doing here?”

Turning at the familiar voice you give a slight wave to Maxwell and clear your throat holding the tickets up.

“I’m looking for Tyler I wanted to take him to a movie and dinner afterwards, have you seen him?”

“He left with Ethan and some of the guys a little while ago I think they were doing another of those vlog hunt things. I’m actually glad that you’re here I’ve been wanting to talk with you about something important but with Tyler around I haven’t had the opportunity.”

You did not like the sound of where this conversation was going but your curiosity got the better of you and you gave a nod of your head. Max motioned with his head for you to follow him, so you silently did fiddling with your fingers as you walked. You were a little confused on what he could want since you got with Tyler you could only recall two or three times you had spoken to the man considering you weren’t a big fan of his character, and he didn’t really care speaking to you anyway. When the two of you finally reached an empty corridor Max turned to you and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

“Look I don’t really know how to say this and I’m not looking to start trouble, but I just figured it was best to tell you anyway. Tyler’s been playing you for a fool.”

“Excuse me?”

“Remember how you two go together?”

“Of course, I do, he came up after I got injured by Ruby and helped me to medical than we just started talking often. Then well the rest is self-explanatory.” “It may seem like that to you, but Tyler only came up to you because of a bet with Ethan Page. The wager basically was if Tyler could talk to one of the female wrestlers that normally they wouldn’t and could get her to fall for him than Ethan and the guys would pay for a couple of pricy items he’s had his eye on for a while.”

You couldn’t breathe, felt like the walls were closing in on you as your ears started ringing. Blinking you open your mouth to speak but stopped.

“I know this is sudden to you, but I figured it was time that you knew about all of this.”

“Why should I believe anything you say? You realize that what you’re saying is the only reason my boyfriend got with me was because of a bet.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying look I’ve recorded a few conversations between him and the guys here is an important clip you need to listen to. I didn’t manage to get him calling you trash recorded but I go enough.”

Max pressed play on a voice note holding his phone out for you to listen, Tyler’s voice filled your ears as your eyes welled up with tears.

“So how’s everything going since we started this?”

“It’s going fine it’s a piece of cake man I’m telling you this is one of the easiest things I’ve ever done.”

“Are you sure you’re going to be able to keep it up much longer?”

“Of course, I can it’s no worries she’s completely clueless of everything. She trusts me more than anyone she’s even told me herself.”

“Here’s another one.” Max said as he pressed play on another note.

“It’s simple man you get, break and replace that’s exactly what’s been happening for years now, I don’t know how you’re able to do it.”

“Honestly Ethan it’s not that hard I mean come on it’s me we’re talking about ya know? I don’t even really have to try at this point, it just falls right into place. But I’m ready for this to be over already, I hate this.”

“You really are a coldhearted devil.”

When they started laughing you pushed his phone away from you and turned to look at the floor trying to collect yourself. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest as you pushed a shaky hand to wipe the sudden sweat from your forehead.

“Thank you, Maxwell, lets not tell anyone else about this please.”

“If that’s what you want.”

Giving a nod you cleared your throat and turned silently walking away from him you just needed to make it back to your car without breaking down. You couldn’t handle this, couldn’t believe this was happening. After everything you thought you meant to him but that was obviously a mistake on your part. Stumbling out of the building you got in your car and started it, peeling out of the lot. A lump had grown in your throat and no matter how many times you tried to clear it you couldn’t. Thankfully the company was going to be leaving New York tomorrow, so they could get on the road for their next stop. You needed to start looking for a new place to live, needed to gather all of your stuff before Tyler kicked you out.

Parking your car in your parking spot at his apartment complex you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes but managed to get out of the car and hurry inside. Once up in the apartment you just fell apart, sobbing into a couch pillow as you sat down. Part of you was hoping that you’d wake up from this nightmare with Tyler’s arm wrapped around your waist and your head on his chest. But that was quickly being chased away by the weight of reality.

Crying for a while longer you finally managed to get yourself together enough to start packing a suitcase. You wanted to be out of here before it got dark thankfully you had some money in the bank to get you a hotel room for a couple days. As you were pulling shirts off the hanger and shoving them in the suitcase you hear the front door close.

“No no please.”

You weren’t ready to face him, you couldn’t handle seeing his face yet you needed time you were just going to leave a note for him to find.

“Baby you in here?”

His voice called out from what you assumed was the lounge, staying silent you continued packing your suitcase. When he suddenly came into the room you kept your eyes down as he looked at you confused.

“Where are you headed too?”

Finding it difficult to speak, you stuffed some jeans and your laptop into the suitcase, grabbing your hairbrush and deodorant.

“What did I do now that has you pissed off?”

Stopping you stared at him, Tyler was startled to see your glassy red eyes and the tears falling down your cheeks.

“Baby what happened are you-.”

“Don’t come near me.”

You were trying to be strong but the crack in your voice betrayed the pain you were feeling as his eyes widened.

“What?”

“I know everything so I’m leaving.”

“Leaving? What the hell are you talking about?” “You know damn well what I’m talking about, the fact that you’re only dating me for a bet you made with fucking Ethan. I want to hear it from your own mouth, tell me you hate me. Tell me you think I’m trash and how replaceable I am.”

Tyler froze staring at you, with a shake of your head and giving a humorless laugh you shove more stuff in your suitcase.

“So, you don’t deny it, I can’t believe you Tyler what the fuck?! You played me like a toy, used me to get something that you could have saved up for. After everything I thought I actually meant something to you, I thought you loved me but this was just a game.”

“Who told you?”

“It’s not important who told me, it’s just important that I know and that you understand it’s not going to continue. I’m done, I want you to lose my number, don’t try and contact me. I don’t know why I’m even saying this it’s not like you care.”

Zipping the case shut you pick it up and shove your way past him setting your case on the floor and grabbing a few of the important things you had brought over.

“Y/n please lets talk about this.”

“Why so you can go into detail about how you were fucking with me, I gave you everything I had in this relationship. I love you and you were just toying with my heart I can’t believe you’d do this.”

“Wait please y/n.”

Grabbing your arm Tyler kept you from pulling away, it hurt your heart being so close to him when all you wanted was him to wrap his arms around you in a hug.

“Okay it’s true that I started talking to you as a bet, but I never intend for our relationship to go past being friends. And when it did, I wasn’t sure how to go about telling you, honestly, I didn’t think you’d ever find out about it so after a while I just stopped worrying. But I don’t think you’re trash, and I do have feelings for you.”

“You’re unbelievable. Don’t lie to me, I heard conversations between you and Ethan about how you weren’t sure how much longer you wanted to do this. And Ethan saying how you get, break and easily replace. I’m a human with emotions and feelings, not some little plaything that you can use until you’re bored. I don’t want to continue this conversation.”

“But y/n you need to listen to me about this please.”

Tyler wasn’t one to beg but at this point he’d beg for as long as he needed to, he wasn’t expecting this to be what he walked in on. And the fact you were packing a suitcase was making his chest hurt, he didn’t want you to leave. He needed to find out who told you this shit so he could kill them.

“Baby please reconsider I want to talk about all of this, I know I should have before but I’m sorry for not doing so.”

It broke his heart watching your eyes fill with tears as your bottom lip wobbled slightly you searched his face for a moment seemingly losing the fight in you.

“I can’t not right now, maybe not ever. Goodbye Tyler.”

Pulling your arm away from him you left the apartment, closing the door behind you and going down to your car. Tyler felt numb as he stood there staring at the door willing, hoping you’d change your mind and come back up. When he felt his phone buzz, he grabbed it quickly thinking maybe you had decided to text him. What he saw made him want to throw up all over the floor.

MJF: Checkmate asshole enjoy being single

[sweet-villain]

Just A Lie~ E.M

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Anonymous asked:

I have a request

you and eddie have been dating for a few years. You tell him how you're ready to take the next step with him (having a bby) . But he tells you he doesn't see himself as a parent , that upsets you and gets into a big argument . You guys brake up. You move away. You come back to Hawkins years later and run into eddie at the store, but he's not alone. He's with a girl and a baby .

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Angst

He never imagined himself being a father, it scared him to bits. He didn’t want to be a father knowing what he’s been through with his own dad.

He didn’t want to be a big disappointment to his own child. It was tough when you spoke about how one day you dreamed to be a mother.

You couldn’t wait to have little once of your own. Every time it reached Eddie’s ears, he would grimace and look away not wanting you to see the look on his face.

His heart sank about knowing he wouldn’t able to give you your wish. He brushed it off every time you brought it up to him. 

You hadn’t taken much notice of how it was affecting him and let alone watching the expression on his face turn into sour. His shoulders would stiff up and he’d close his eyes, but he’d nod along letting you know he’s listening to you. 

You’d talk about how cute the clothes would be on your little one. You listed the names to Eddie that you had hoped he liked.

You had told him cute the chubby cheeks on a baby looked like and how good they would smell. 

Eddie nodded along thinking if he kept brushing you away like this then you’d forget all about it and focus on the relationship with him.

You met Eddie in one of your classes peeking interest after seeing him in the cafeteria, standing on the table causing a ruckus and causing the attention of Jason Carver, whom you absolutely hated with all your heart.

His dramatics made you giggle that caught his attention. He bowed after his speech and locked eyes with sending you a wink. It was only one look that all it took to hook you to him. 

He’d carry your books to class.

He’d compliment how good you smell. He’d invite you for a driver and share his weed with you.

He’d offer you his jacket when your cold and shifting closer that you knee’s touched his. You’d come over for movies nights, meeting Wayne at one point on his way to work. 

But it all seems to change when your relationship was becoming stiff with Eddie whenever you mentioned of becoming a mother. It was when you first noticed the stiff expression on his face when the two of you went grocery shopping together to make dinner later tonight. 

A little girl looks to be lost holding a doll in her arms, shouting for her mother and her lower lip is quivering with her eyes holding back tears as she looks around.

Eddie had taken something down from one of the shelves when he noticed you weren’t even paying attention to what item he was taking. You were too busy staring the little girl feeling your heart break. 

“ I’ll be right back” you tell Eddie not even casting him a look not seeing his face drop and the roll of the eyes with a sigh.

You made your way to the little girl as she stood in the middle looking around, “ Mommy!” She shouted. 

“ Are you lost?” She hears the sound of your voice and turns around to face you. With a small nod, little quiver of her bottom lip jutting out, she sniffles. 

“ I am” she says. She backs away looking up at you knowing her mother told her not to talk to strangers. 

“ My name is Y/N, what is yours?” You ask, voice sounding as kind as ever. Her eyes widen at your name, “ My name is Rose, but my friends and my mommy call me Petal.” 

“ Would you like some help looking for your mommy?” She hugs her doll to her chest tights and look unsure for a moment. “ My mommy said not to talk to strangers” she says.

“ We’re not strangers anymore, Rose. You know my name” she nods still looking skeptical.

You point towards where Eddie stood looking uncomfortable as he waits for you.

“ You see that guy over there?” She nods when she looks over to him. 

“ That’s my boyfriend, his name is Eddie. He can help too if you like” she eyes him up and down. “ He has long hair, he’s funny” she says, giggling. 

You chuckle, “ His hair is really pretty just like yours” you take notice of her hair in little pig tails. “ It’s a little curly just like his.”

“ His is messy” she scrunches up her nose with another giggle escaping hers.

You giggle with her and this causes Eddie to grip the shopping cart in his hands tighter and he turns to walk away leaving you with the little girl.

Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion on why he was walking away. 

“ He’s leaving” Rose says to you holding her doll by her hand now. You nod. 

“ Maybe he needs the bathroom” you shrug but know something is off. “ Lets look for your mommy.”

As Rose and you set to find her mother, Eddie doesn’t even glance back at you to see if you have even noticed he walked away and instead he stood at the cashier line wanting to go home.

It wasn’t until you made your way over to him after finding Rose’s mother who was looking for her, that you noticed Eddie looking like he was upset about something.

“ Hey, are you okay?” You asked, putting your hand on his arm. Eddie pulled it away from your hold mumbling he was fine.

His hair shielding the side of his face, and you couldn’t see the sour look on his face.

He was dreading going to the store with you anyways. He knew the kind of thing was going to happen. 

“Eddie” you called out to him wanting him to look at you and talk to you. But it was no use as he moved up the cashier line setting down the items you two needed for dinner later that night. 

The ride back to the trailer was silent as Eddie drove.

He pressed on the gas a little too much sending you up a bit that you almost came nose to nose with the dashboard. 

“ Eddie!” You shouted, a little scared. “ I could of gotten hurt” you adjusted your seat belt throwing him a glare his way.

But it didn’t faze him as he kept jerking the car with gritted teeth. You had no idea what has gotten into him today. This wasn’t like him at all. 

“ I don’t know what’s wrong with you today but you need to get your head out of your ass” you tell him when you arrived at the trailer, getting some bags of food that you bought with him not even seeing the death glare he sent your way.

If looks could kill, it would be it the look that Eddie had sent you. 

He wasn’t about to get into a fight with you. He hated yelling. But he felt his blood boiling and breathed deeply through his nose as he gotten out of the van making sure to slam the door.

It caused you to drop one of the bags onto the ground which you mutter some curse words at reaching over to pick it up too only have Eddie beat you to it. 

“ What is wrong with you?” You continue to ask him, but he was already walking away from you with the bag in his hand and two others in his other hand. He wasn’t about to say something he would regret and then end up losing you. 

You slammed the door of the trailer with your foot letting Eddie know that you were upset with him and he wasn’t about act like a child around you with his own anger.

If he was going to act like this then you could too. Two can play that game if he wants to play. 

Eddie shrugged off his jacket off throwing it on the couch after he set the bags on the table.

There is tension in the roof that could be cut with a knife if anyone tried.

The rustling of bags is all Eddie as heard and then clutter of pans as you got ready to make dinner without his help. He sat on his couch flipping through his D&D manual to get his anger off that you were sure you could feel it. 

The same words and images were scanned over by Eddies’s eyes not twice, not three times but a total of four times and in the corner of his eyes he sees your happily cooking and even tasting the dinner yourself to make sure it was good.

You didn’t give him a taste test like you usually would and he threw the manual on the couch and stood up making his way into the bedroom. 

When dinner was ready, you didn’t even call him to let him know that you made a plate for him and set it down. You didn’t wait for his footsteps across the room to cross from his bedroom to the kitchen.

You left extra for Wayne when he would come home to have some home cooked meal to have. It’s been a long time since he had one and you always look after him like he was your own family. 

You blew on a spoonful of food when you heard the sound of your boyfriend footsteps making their way down the hall into the kitchen. Eddie stood there with his arms across his chest as he glared seeing you hadn’t called him for dinner.

“ Thank you for calling me that dinner was made” he says sliding into the seat across from you with his own bowl. You were half way done when he sat down not glancing up at him.

He was being rude to you and an asshole so why should you give him attention. 

He sighed looking out the window seeing you weren’t going to say something to him.

“ I’m sorry” he says. Your eyes turned to glance over to him, waiting for him to continue and listen to what he had to say. “ I didn’t mean to be an asshole in the store or when we came home” He adds. 

“ What made you so upset?” The look on your face when he turned his head, made his heart racing knowing he has to lie to you instead of telling you the truth.

He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings at all, he loves you very much and the thought of breaking your own heart, he couldn’t bare it. 

“ Because you didn’t get me my favorite crackers” he frown making it look believable with his brown doe eyes holding sadness.

This was a total lie because he stopped eating them a few months ago. 

“ Oh” you mumbled with your eyebrow raised. “ I’m sorry Eds, I didn’t know you liked them anymore. We can go back tomorrow and get them. I’m sorry for not thinking of you” 

Eddie wanted to rip his own hair out that he was lying to you and to your face for that matter.

He sees the sincere look on you face that you are really sorry.  

“ It’s okay, sweetheart” he shrugs. “ Crackers or not, at least I have you” his foot underneath the table began to play with yours as you giggled. 

“ You’re such a softie” you mumbled reaching over the table for his hand which he took and brought it to his lips.

“ Eds! You’ll get hair in your food” your other hand reached out to move his plate but he ignored it as he kissed each finger tip.

Your heart melted. 

If only you knew he was lying to your face, then you’d probably rip his own hair out for him. 

The next time you saw the sour look on his face when little kids were around was at Family. Video where a family came in looking for something for their two kids to watch.

Eddie rose his hands up that his hands wouldn’t touch into the bumping children that brushed past him a couple of minutes ago.

Steve and Robin looked at one another too, throwing you a look like did you see what we saw.

You defiantly did see what you saw. Eddie had a deep frown on his face when a little boy approached him.

“ Mister” the little boy tugged on the bottom part of his vest. Eddie glanced down after holding a copy of Nightmare on Elm Street in one hand and the other he had the Breakfast Club in the other one.

His eyebrow pinched together and his nose scrunched up in annoyance at what the boy had wanted. He had no time for little kids right now. 

“ Do you think this is scary?” The little boy held out to him a movie title that Eddie didn’t really know about and his head shot up glancing around asking for help from either you, Steve or Robin. But all three were occupied with something.

“ Sorry kid, go find your mom and dad. I need to go check these out” The little boys lip stuck out with a pleading look on his face.

“ Please, Mister. I could use your help” Eddie stepped back as he chuckled with annoyance added to it. “ Look kid, I don’t work here” he says. “ Buzz off” he adds which you happen to hear as you make your way over to him.

“ Eddie, be nice to the little one. Hi there” you greet the little boy as he waves at you with a toothless smile. He was adorable. 

“ What did you need?” 

The little boy looked over to Eddie and waved the movie around, “ What mister thought of this.” He says.

Eddie gritted his teeth and wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose. He wanted to rush out of the store and yell out how annoyed he was. But held his tongue in as he glared down at the kid. 

“ Listen here kid, I don’t work here. He does. She does” he points towards where Steve and Robin stood watching the interaction between Eddie and the little boy. 

“He wants your opinion Eds. It’s adorable” you gushed putting your hands to your heart. 

Eddie rolls his eyes, and sighs. 

“ It’s alright kid, not my choice of movie” he answers him.

“ Thank you, Mister!” The little boy says as he run off towards his family who were waiting for him by the door with opened arms. 

“ That was really cute” you mumble out, “ one day you’d make a good dad” the words slip out your mouth and reach Eddie’s ears. He throws you a glare on why you said what you said just now seeing you heard the annoyance in his voice.

“ Let’s go” he says dropping the movies back on the shelves as his mood was ruined and there was no way he was watching them later on. You were confused on what just happened.

“ Why aren’t we taking anything out? I thought we were going to have a movie night?” You followed him to the door.

You looked towards Steve and Robin asking what just happened. Both of them look as lost as you are watching you two walk out the door. 

“ Eddie” you called out to him trying to get his attention when all he’s doing is walking away from you and not giving you any reason why he’s acting the way he’s acting. 

You feel like you didn’t do anything wrong. 

His hand was on the handle of the door of the van when his eyes snapped towards you. His brown eyes are no longer that color, they are darker and his look is colder. It’s not friendly. 

“ Eddie?” The soft tone causes his face to soften and he closes his eyes, sighing. He wasn’t sure how much longer this was going to take.

He’s struggling with this and he knows it’s not going to lead to anywhere anymore. No matter how much time he has to lie to you and to your face for that matter. It’s too hurtful and he needs to stop. 

“ Get in the van and we’ll talk” 

Now if someone says “ we’ll talk” or anything related to that, it doesn’t sound too good.

You felt it in your gut that this was leading somewhere that you knew it wasn’t good.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and got into the passenger side while he got into the driver side, closing the door. 

He hasn’t started to the car but sits there quietly trying to form words in his brain that seem to make sense to let you know how he feels. 

“ Please talk to me, Eddie. I’m right here and whatever is bothering you, we can get through it” your hand reached out from his lap to take into yours but he pulls it away before you can lace your fingers with his. 

He doesn’t want to hurt you. But it’s that time that you need to know the truth even if it’s going to hurt you. 

“ That’s the thing, we can’t get through this. Not this” he says, turning his head that you can see his face.

His eyes hold sadness in them, sadness he doesn’t want. 

“ What are you talking about?” Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion, feeling your heart race at the thought he was thinking about. 

“ I know you really want to be a mother one day” you nod letting him know to continue to wherever this was going. “ Eddie, what are you trying to say?” He sighs in annoyance, and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“ I am getting to that, wait for me to finish! Jeez” he yells making you jump in your seat and eyes going wide. Not once has he yelled at you and now he was yelling at you, and it wasn’t a pretty sight. 

“ G-Go o-on” you nodded, placing your hands in your lap and playing with the ring on your finger. 

“ I don’t want the same thing” your mouth turns into a frown and you tilt your head process the words he said. 

“ You don’t want to have kids?” He shook his head. “ Why not? Don’t you want a little mini you to teach guitar one day? To teach them D&D? To play with them and come home to a family?”

“ No” he said it so fast that your heart broke into two. 

“ Have you always thought this way?” 

“ Yes” he says. 

“ But what about us then? You know I want to have kids one day and get married” 

“ I can’t take it anymore, I don’t like kids. Every time we encounter one you seem to push me into that direction to notice how much you want them. When you don’t even notice the look on my face! You’re always pushing me towards it and I don’t want it!” He shouts. “ There is always a kid whenever we go there and you always have to butt into it and talk to them and then push me into it!” He throws his hands. 

“ Eddie..I..” his eyes harden as he breathes through his nose. 

“ I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way” he nods with a chuckle. 

“ You don’t talk to me about it anymore, it’s like our relationship isn’t there as it used be. You don’t count in what I want and what I want right now isn’t you” 

You gasped, tears forming in your eyes as you shake your head.

“ You don’t mean that, Eddie” 

He throws you a thin line smile, with his eyes soften as he reaches his hand to take yours in his. The other places it on top as he looks into your eyes as he says the next words that break both your hearts. 

“ I want to break up” tears are running down your cheeks. 

“ Please Eddie” you begged with pleading out, reaching over to grab a fistful of his vest and bringing him closer.

But he held onto your wrist letting you grab him for the last time as he stared watching you with his own eyes glossing over.

“ I love you, sweetheart. I do. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you but this is for the best. I can’t give you what you want and one day you’ll be a great mother to someone else’s kid”

“ I don’t want to be a mother to someone else’s kid. I want to be the mother of your child. Please…” 

He shakes his head. 

“ I’ll drive you home, buckle up” he says kissing your knuckles on last time as he moves away but helps you buckle yourself in the seat.

Your hands reach out to cup his face with both hands, pressing your lips against his.

He can taste the saltiness from your tears as his own mixes in. 

He kisses you back before he pulls away to sit in the driver seat, he doesn’t wipe away his own tears and lets them be shown that he’s hurting as much as you that this is happening. 

On the way to your house, he hold your hands in his tight for the last time and he takes longer routes too to make the moment last a little longer between the two of you. 

“ Eddie I love you” you tell him when he parks the van in front of your house.

“ I know, sweetheart. I love you too” he says. Your eyes meet his for the last time but you can’t seem to get out of his van wanting to stay with him here. 

“ Please..” You beg him. 

“ I can’t, pretty girl. This is for the best” he helps you unbuckle your seat belt and watches as your hand reaches over the handle so slowly thinking he would change his mind, crying his heart out for you to come back to him.

But he doesn’t as he faces the front of the van looking over the street and hears the sound of the van shut knowing you were leaving.

He closes his eyes feeling fresh tears running down his cheeks and grips the steering wheel letting his head drop as his shoulder shake. 

You slowly make your way to the front door thinking he was going to chase after you but he doesn’t.

He still sitting in his van and when you reach for the front door, unlocking it seeing if he would come. He doesn’t. He’s still sitting in the van crying his eyes out. 

He doesn’t chase after you like he hoped and when you close the front door of your house, you closed the chapter in your life that you thought would continue with Eddie.

Your story with Eddie is over and since that day, you had hoped he’d come back for you. 

Years go by and you and Eddie remain having little as contact only hearing about it from Steve or Robin on that he was doing good. But the both of them held out something important.

They have been hiding the fact that Eddie was moving on after months and months after the break up.

He met someone and was happy with it. Yet, you didn’t find anyone hoping that Eddie walks through the doors with open arms that he wants you back and he’s ready to have a family with you.

But it doesn’t happen as time passes. 

Your more shocked when you finally see him after years after the break up between the two of you.

His hair is a bit longer, his arms are filled with tattoos, he has a beard but those eyes of his eyes are the same. He’s been here all along and maybe he was waiting for you to say something. 

When you opened your mouth to say something out to him and Steve halts in his steps realizing what you were about to see. Robin puts a hand over Steve’s chest telling him it’s best if you found out on your own.

Your ears pick up on a giggle that you didn’t know where it came from until the little boy raced towards Eddie as he picked him up in his arms. Your mouth drops open and eyes blinking not thinking this is really what you were seeing.

Eddie was a dad to a little boy or was he? 

“ Daddy!” The little boy shouts hugging him around his neck while Eddie laughs, hugging the boy back. “ My little man” Eddie says. 

“ He wouldn’t stop talking about you all morning” a female voice catches your attention as she comes over to them. Eddie leans over to place a kiss on her lips, shocking you even more. 

Tears began to form in your eyes realizing that he had moved on and had a family.

He lied to you saying he didn’t want to be dad when here he was, being a dad to someone else’s child.

Your heart cracked into two as your gripped tightened on the movie you were about to take out. 

You wiped away tears heading past them and making your way to Steve who grabs the film once you placed it on the counter. He sends you an apologetic look. 

“ $3.45” Steve says. Eddie turns his head for the first time seeing the back of your head and his eyebrows pinch together and his nose hits a familiar scent.

His eyes grow wide once he notices that it’s you in front of him. 

He swallow the lump in his throat as he holds his son in his arms. 

You slide the money to Steve not saying a word to him. You hear a clearing of a throat feeling your jaws clench tight knowing it was him trying to get your attention. You didn’t want it. 

He lied to you and broke your heart in one. 

“ What’s up?” Robin asks him instead thinking he was talking to her when his eyes were on you. 

“ You know her, Daddy?” The little boy asks him. 

“ I do” the sound of his voice still sends chills down your spine like it used to.

But you take the film in your hands and turn around telling the boy you don’t know his dad and hits Eddie in the heart when you do. Your eyes lock with his and he understands there is anger in them, and hurt.

It’s all his fault and he knows it.

When you walk out of the store, Eddie puts down his son and follows you out the door trying to catch up to you. 

“ Hey” he catches your arm in his, turning you around to face him in hopes you’d talk to him. 

“ What?” You hissed. He steps back putting his hands up. 

“ I just wanted to say I’m sorry for what you had to see” he says pointing behind him talking about his wife and his son in there. 

“ It’s nothing” you shrugged. “ Didn’t think you were such a lier, Edward” he winces when you use his full name. 

“ Look things change you know, and people change too” 

“ He’s cute” you tell him. “ Happy for you, Munson. Way to go” 

He hums as he locks eyes with you. 

“ You know I never stopped loving you” 

“ Such bullshit, I don’t believe anything you tell me anymore. Thank you for lying to me and making me feel like a fool all those years ago”

“ I didn’t lie to you” he says. 

“ It’s okay Eddie, I’ll be happy to move on now knowing what kind of man I thought I used to love. I needed this” you pat his chest.

“ Hope she makes you happier than I ever did” he catches your hand in his.

“ No one is like you, she doesn’t make me happy” 

“ Not my problem, Munson. Have a nice life” you brush past him walking away, leaving him to feeling guilty that all those years ago he would of changed the way things went down between the two of you with time.

Now he’s going to live with the fact that your not in his life like he always wanted. 

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

𝔉𝔦𝔰𝔥

Pairing: AU!Prisoner Mark Briscoe x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, adult theme, smut, dirty talk, con non-con, dub-con, manipulation, coercion, cursing, degradation, mild power play.

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @adamjf , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

This was your first time inside a prison and you were terrified. The cell was dark, moldy, lifeless, and smelt like piss and dirt. Since you were still waiting for a vacant cell in the nearest female facility, you were sent to a prison that currently accepted inmates for transfer. Your eyes roamed around the 6 by 8 feet gray cage, no doubt this would do wonders to your sleepless nights, the place seemed like something out of a horror movie set. From behind you, you heard the soft catcalling coming from the rusty steel bars and quickly turned around to face the man leaning against the gray bars.

“God damn, ain’t today my lucky day?” He took a handful of his crotch, squeezing his cock before he stepped inside the cell.

“Pardon me, sir. But you can’t stay here” You spoke as firmly as your anxiety allowed you to.

The man continued to walk towards you, his amused chuckle was wide enough for you to get a glimpse of his missing front teeth.

“Is that right, sweetheart?” He trapped you between the steel bunk bed and his body, “And why can’t I stay inside my own cell?”

The man towered over you, his disheveled beard tickled your forehead, deep brown eyes gleamed with amusement, and a smirk played on his full lips. His gaze traveled up and down your body, eyeing you up until you shifted in place, feeling completely vulnerable and uncomfortable under his burning stare.

“I didn’t know this was your cell. They just shoved me here, but I don’t want to bother you, so I’ll just ask the guard to put me in an empty cell”. With a disconcerting smile, you tried to step away from him but he just pushed his body against yours, precluding you to get away from him.

“Oh, no no no, baby. You gon’ stay right here with me” Mark’s fingers twirled around a loose strand of hair by your face, “We gon’ be cellmates, sweetheart. And we’ll have a lotta fun together”. His index finger began to trace random patterns on your exposed cleavage, and you could feel his cock beginning to harden against your lower belly.

“You see, you’ll have to be careful here though, sweetie. You’re a fish, and people will take advantage of you because of it”

“What’s a fish?” You mumbled quietly, watching as his finger slipped inside the collar of your tank top.

“See? That’s what I mean!” He chuckled, and the scent of fresh tobacco flooded your nostrils. “A fish is a newbie, someone who’s never been in prison before. They take advantage of the fresh fish and do all kinds of crazy shit to them. The minute they set eyes on you, they’ll fuck you up, sweetheart. They’ll have no mercy on your pussy” Mark laughed loudly before dipping his finger between your breasts and slowly moving it up and down your chest.

“Unless of course, you have an owner, then, depending on who your owner is and his reputation, they’ll leave you alone. But I’m presuming that pretty pussy is vacant?” He smirked, delight covering his features once he spotted the fear and despair settling in your face.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” He cackled and suddenly stepped away from you “Well, I can only wish you luck tomorrow when the guard comes open our cell in the morning”. Shrugging, he settled in the bottom bed and while sitting on the thin mattress, Mark watched you desperately walk back and forth inside the cell. He mentally counted to 5 and that’s when you stopped to look at him.

“Could you maybe help me?” Your eyes screamed with fright “I don’t know, can you somehow defend me?”

“I could do that” Mark waited for the relieved smile to take over your lips so he could continue “BUT, my price is very high, sweetheart. Do you have anything good with you? Money? Cigarettes? Weed? Instant ramen noodles?” He saw you deflate like a hot air balloon while shaking your head in response to his options.

Mark held back his smirk and started “Then how am I supposed to help you, sweetie? This is a prison, not a church. There ain’t no charity happening in here”

“I…I’m sorry, but I don’t have those things with me. I can pay you when I leave, I promise you I’ll pay for everything the minute they grant me my parole!”

Now Mark had to laugh, he figured you were naive but not to the point of it being this ridiculous. “Oh, baby. You are out of your goddamn mind! That sweet talk ain’t gonna fly in here, you gotta give if want to receive”

“But I don’t have any-”

“You know what’s really valuable that you’ve got?”

“No” You answered meekly

“Come here” Mark crooked his finger, beckoning you closer. Once you were at arm's reach, he pulled you down to straddle him.

“What the fuck are yo-”

“Shhh, shut the fuck up” Mark’s hand covered your lips, preventing you from continuing to talk. His free hand dipped underneath your denim mini skirt, fingers brushing and tracing your outer lips. He groaned at the feeling of your warm core against his calloused fingers “This warm little pussy is the most valuable thing you’ll ever own inside this prison. If you want something, sweetheart, all you gotta do is offer this” Mark’s thumb traced lazy circles around your red lace-clothed clit. “And you’ll get anything you want”.

You abruptly pulled your lips away from his palm “I’m not going to fuck you if that’s what you’re implying!” You meant to move away from his lap, but the expertise of his touch on your bundle of nerves had your body melting.

“Oh no, baby. I’m not saying you should fuck me, you’re missing the point here. This is simply a business transaction! You want something I can give you and in return, you got something I’ve been dying to have ever since I got locked up”. His fingers swiftly pushed your lace thong to the side, allowing his middle and ring finger to slip inside your surprisingly wet entrance. “This ain’t two people meeting at a bar and going back to a hotel for a quick fuck, this is pure business, baby. I ain’t gonna be your boyfriend, I ain’t gonna bring you flowers, I’ll just prevent this pussy from being taken advantage of inside this prison, and in return, I’ll fuck you whenever I want”.

Mark’s fingers moved swiftly inside of you, stretching and caressing your walls most intimately. He was an explorer, you could tell from the way he crooked his fingers in different directions and used different speeds to test what would be more successful with you.

This very same scenario kept playing in your mind during the entire previous night, you knew sooner or later you’d see yourself in this very same position of having to sell your body in exchange for something, you just didn’t expect it to be on your first day inside this shithole.

“You’ll be smarter if you get me as your owner because trust me, sweetheart, you don’t want any of the guards using this pussy. You know why?”

“Why?” You shuddered when his tongue licked a stripe across your neck. You tried to fight back, but your body seemed to betray you ever since it was underneath the hillbilly’s expert touch.

“Because you see, I’m nice. I’m thoughtful enough to make this pussy nice and wet before I can play with it. Shit, I even want you to enjoy this too. But them? Oh darling, they’ll fuck you up! And not in a way that’ll have you begging for more” Mark chuckled “But me, I do care ‘bout all of that! I’m that nice” His free hand tosses your hair over your shoulder, his rough fingertips drawing lazy patterns across the skin of your collarbone.

“I’ll be the best friend you’ve ever had, baby” Mark huffed a laugh, his brown eyes stared at your face, reveling in the way you struggled to keep a straight face.

“Feels good to have a real man’s fingers inside that pussy, doesn’t it, sweetheart? You seem the type that goes for those preppy college boys. The ones who wear a sweater vest with a v-neck and everything. You know, the usual rich sissy bullshit”.

You felt your wetness dripping on his clothed crotch as he pulled his fingers out of you, Mark lifted his hand up and shoved both fingers in his mouth, loudly sucking your juices off his flesh before he placed the same fingers inside your mouth, deep enough to make your gag reflex come to life.

“I bet they only fuck you in missionary” He chuckled as you continued to choke “Oh, look at all of the pretty whore sounds you’re making for me right now, sweetheart. Do they ever fuck this pretty little mouth? I’m guessing not. But don’t worry, darling. We’ll have plenty of time to turn you into a professional slut before you get out of here, I’ll teach you everything you need to know, don't you worry now.”

Mark pushed you to the side on the steel bed, you clumsily fell on your hands and knees, and from behind you his laugh echoed “See? You’re a fast learner”. The grip on your hips was deadly, you could feel his trimmed fingernails sinking into your flesh as he pushed your hips back.

Mark lifted your mini skirt up, his satisfied moan upon seeing your core covered with a damp red lace had you squirming underneath him. “Just look at you” He speak when your gaze met his over your shoulder, “Such a fucking pretty sight. Fuck, you gon’ keep looking at me when I slid my cock in that wet pussy, do hear me? I wanna see those beautiful eyes going wide when fuck you nice and deep”.

You couldn’t force yourself to pull your eyes away from him. There was something so primal, so raw about him that had the most hidden part of your being begging for him to fuck you the minute you caught a glimpse of his orange pants being pushed down to his knees.

“Just like that” Mark snapped your red thong in half and tossed it over his shoulder, he grabbed his length, and gave the tip a firm squeeze before rubbing it across your wet folds, “Just stay still and be a good little fuck hole for me, Bambi”.

Your hands closed around the thin bed sheet once the pressure of his crown sliding into your opening brought a slight discomfort.

“Oh, this pussy is so motherfucking tight” He hissed “It’s like fucking a virgin pussy all over again”.

Mark’s words pulled a moan you couldn’t hold back anymore. As more of his cock settled into you, the volume of your moans began to grow louder, “Oh my poor Bambi, they just fuck you like a lady, don’t they? They’ve never fucked you like a dirty whore before?”

A high-pitched scream escaped your lips once Mark was buried inside of you, “It hurts so good” You mumbled to yourself.

Mark leaned forward and whispered in your ear “That’s because a real man is fucking the princess out of you, sweetheart”, his hand pushed your hair away from your face, “Look at that beautiful cock whore face”. His lips gave open mouth kisses on your cheek while praising how good you felt around him.

The sound of heavy boots echoed down the cell’s corridor and Mark instantly covered your mouth with his hand, “Shhh shut the fuck up! Don’t you fucking make a sound!”. He listened carefully as the guard whistled and laughed at the other end of the corridor.

“That’s a good little toy, keep quiet for me” Mark slowly began to move his hips again, you could still hear the guard’s voice but it was getting distant with each minute. A brief moment of sanity crossed your mind, and you instantly tried to move away from the man behind you, but Mark used his body weight to keep you in place. He pinned your hands above your head as you screamed against the old mattress.

“Stop whimpering, bitch! You’re getting a pretty good fucking deal here!” Mark sank his cock deeper into your void, making you moan and scream, “No, please. I don’t want to do this anymore…I changed my mind”.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad for you, slut. Because I’m enjoying this tight pussy too much to stop” He chuckled.

His words made your walls clench around his hard cock, the added grip making him grunt “I knew you’d like that, you dirty little bitch”. Mark’s free hand traveled down your body until it stopped at your mound. You tried to close your legs to prevent him from touching you but he only laughed “Go ahead, bitch. Make that pussy extra tight for me”.

You whimpered and held back a moan when Mark’s fingers began to circle your clit. His beard tickled your nape and his tobacco breath warmed the skin of your cheek. You soon found yourself pushing your body to meet his thrusts, yearning for that release you haven’t had in a long time. “Oh, fuck yes. Use that cock, baby. Fuck yourself with it” Mark moaned, his words earned a needy whimper from your lips.

In between his rough thrusts and hair-pulling, you felt yourself drowning in a sea of overwhelming emotions: fear, need, hate, desire, lust, panic…it all flooded you like a tsunami. And in between your weak moans and Mark’s vigorous moves, you only managed to hear a distant “Better get used to this, Bambi. I’m going to be having you every day from now on” between heavy pants.

[arteicetb]

emilys Va is south idian? she sounds an awful lot like poppy from trolls movie.

She was also in the Aladdin Musical and Hamilton as Elizabeth

[jack-bytez-genuine-corner]

Dear Tumblr diary,

I had to make a Instagram and Threads in an attempt to follow con artists I've met and bought things from, but in doing so I have to interact with a social media that sucks and only wants to show me women "Working out" in the skimpiest attire imaginable with their gazoingas hanging out and not at all supported, which isn't just bad form that can get you injured but I'm gay and therefore am terrified of big boobs. Jokes aside it sucks as I already pine for the days when I first joined Tumblr and learned it had basically negative levels of coding for a recommendation feed but instead just drip feeds me content from people I already follow. Also you have to request to follow some people on Instagram? I'm not trying to be their friend I'm just trying to read any important updates they put out so I can toss what little money I can spare at them to keep them afloat. (As a side note I do have a fear of big breasts a little. I have no clue if that's a weird fear but I got it and I'll never understand it. I've started to learn to like big chested guys though so that's good but it's dumb.)

On another note I did a full body nude sketch of an anthro lamb that turned out VERY well. I don't really see many anthro lambs as so many artists draw them very cute and innocent and closer to the source but I just drew a dude and stapled a lamb head on him and I think it turned out very well for furry art and for my first full body sketch in over 6 years. I had to relearn all my 2D art stuff cause I got hit by some crap around my time in art college that made me hang up the pen until this last month ish.

I'm very happy that my friends, family and husband are all giving me much more of the support I'd like from art which is more than just "Ok" or "Cool" which definitely gives me that rush to keep going, but the core difference is that I'm far more accepting of my "Bad art" than I was even I was 18. Art to me is just about the process and making now and that brings joy, rather than grandiose ideals or dreams. I guess my pessism from having long COVID and brain fog has made me bury my dreams which let's me enjoy the present far more.

The Cult of the Lamb comic is insanely good so far and I feel like it's doing a great job of fleshing out every aspect of the characters but most notably I do like how terrifying and authority driven the lamb can be while also being extremely kind, really playing with both aspects of the potential read on the game's "Morality." I still have a couple con comic books to read ala Quested but I'm also going to read Kid Venom just cause I think more of these very western properties should hand them out to people in other countries to do their own spin. I talk about it with my dad a lot but getting an Idian film studio or Korean film studio to make a Star Wars movie or show would be really neat given just how much raw talent they have and how they might approach these concepts from a different cultural lens, especially since foreign stuff is taking off in the West due to how much desire people have to see and experience something new that isn't just made by us in America. Like get the people who made Monkey Man to make an hour and a half lone Jedi revenge story or something could be awesome.

Other than all that I'm about 3.75ish years into Long COVID brain fog with zero relief coming so that sucks as it made me quit college right before I had my associates while stopping me from working at all. Given how shtty the job market is with scams and fake job listings I can't really tell if that's a blessing or a curse. Hopefully I won't be like this forever, but I guess it's fine if I am too.

I'm wishing you all the best,

Jack

[place-desi]

xxx idian movies

[itjazzbicch]

Making Up For Time

Pairing:  Chuck Taylor x Fem Reader 

Summary: With all of his best friends not by his side, Chuck grows lonely, but his best friend, the reader, makes her surprise return from injury, finding him backstage with the Dark Order, but steals him away to make up for the time missed, discovering feels that are beyond friendship…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) 

Word Count: 1.6k 

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

"Come on! Touch the tit!"

Now, I knew John Silver was a little weird, but what the actual fuck was going on in here?

I was looking all over for Chuck because I had the biggest surprise. I had been out with an injury for quite some time, my first time being back at a show. Since I wasn't booked, my first priority was being with my best friend in the whole world.

Finding him in the locker room with John, Alex, and a shirtless 10, having Chuck cornered in his chair and talking about touching tits? Yeah, this was weird, but I quickly ended it.

"Hey, back off! He's mine."

Chuck's jaw was almost to the floor, jumping out of his seat and running to me:

"Y/N!"

Seeing him run after me with the biggest smile on his face made me so happy. Just a moment ago, he was in a chair looking uncomfortable and depressed. Now? Jumping for joy and throwing me up into his arms, spinning around.

"No! He needs to touch the tit!" John stressed, but we completely ignored him; Chuck wondered correctly:

"You're back?! Like, you're cleared?!"

"Back and ready to go, baby! Wooo!" I swung back in his arms a little, smiling and laughing when he started jumping more, hugging me tighter, and shaking me around.

"HELL YEAH!"

Even John, Alex, and 10 were cheering along, but of course, being goofy:

"Oh hey! She has tits! Get 'em, Chuck!"

With me and Cass gone, Trent reunited with Rocky, it was obvious how lonely Chuck was, but I was here to make that all go away.

"If you're not booked, how about we get to the hotel, get some take out and have a good, old-fashioned, best friend's movie night?" I offered and he dropped me down, rushing to grab his things:

"Read my mind, girlfriend!" He smiled, taking his bag and my hand, "Peace out!"

"But, the titties!" John called out, Chuck and I laughing at him while we made our way out, straight to the car and to the hotel.

Our food, movie, hotel nights were like a sacred ritual. Although it was just the two of us this time, it was just as fun and meaningful. We stuck with a classic comedy, The Mask, had some of the best food in this whole town, and as a little treat, I got some drinks from room service and it was our little heaven.

Finishing our food, I took the trash and threw it away, washing my hands quickly so I could jump on the bed next to Chuck, smiling:

"I don't think I've been this happy in a minute."

"Me either," He smiled, being goofy and grabbing a pillow, smacking me softly and teasing me, "But watch where you're jumping!"

"It's like that?!" If he wanted a pillow fight, it was on! Taking a pillow, I jumped up and smacked him in the head with it, trying to playfully smother him with it, but he overpowered me, beating me back with his pillow.

The room was filled with laughter, especially when I about fell off the bed, but I caught myself, running right back at him with a playful war cry and swinging.

Chuck trying to protect himself made me trip with his legs extending, catching me before I fell, but my eyes shot down when I felt his hands on my breasts, not afraid to squeeze them.

"Whatcha doing there?" I wheezed at how big his eyes grew, only laughing harder when he referenced John earlier:

"Practicing my titty touches?"

"You want to practice titty touches after all hm?" Something about him touching me felt so right, having his eyes follow my hands around my back and up my shirt, unclasping my bra, sitting across his thighs while shrinking my arms into my shirt, letting my bra fall, "I do have real tits unlike John and them."

"Much better tits," His eyes were fixed on my nipples showing through my shirt, trying to hide his tongue on his lip, fingertips pressing into the bed hard.

"If you want the practice, I'm willing to help," I smirked, feeling sudden hotness in my cheeks, raising my shoulders so my shirt raised up and showed the bottom curve of my breasts.

"Nothing wrong with some practice," He smirked back, hands cupping my breasts softly and just that first touch had me losing control, leaning to kiss him while grinding against his thigh, straddling him when his hands threw my shirt off.

Needing to see them for himself, his soft touches turned into squeezes, thumbs flicking at my nipples, pinching and twisting them softly.

He had my eyes closed and a dream in my head, sitting between his legs and naturally drifting to his hard-on, able to feel the line of his cock rubbing against my wet panties, feeling the outline of my cunt, and getting the pressure right on my clit, the pleasure making me grind softly.

"Not so sure if you needed the practice," I hummed softly, meeting his gaze, "Because it feels like you know what you're doing."

"With tits like these, it comes naturally," He smiled, lifting me up some for his mouth to latch around my nipple, "They're perfect."

"Must be," The way he sucked on my nipple, not hard, but not soft either, the slight nibbles; it had me thinking about even more, palming his cock and taking the invitation into his shorts, so ready that I had him making slight noises at how fast my hand was working his cock.

"Wanna practice some other touches?" He was ready too, making sure to get his last fix of tits with a quick motorboat, kicking off his shorts while I did the same with mine, leading:

"I got a good idea in mind."

Sitting between his legs again, I grinded just the same, except this time, rubbing the shaft of his cock through my folds all the way up to the tip, having him watch as I did it slower, processing the even better feeling.

"You were always so creative," He bit his lip softly, leaning back against the wall to make it easier, guiding my hips upward so his tip was nudging my clit.

"Care to let me get a little more creative then?" I winked, raising up more as his pinch on my ass agreed:

"Get as creative as you want to be."

We shared a moan at his cock pushing into me softly, sitting on his cock carefully till I was sitting again, but there was no keeping this vanilla, having his smile grow into that mischievous smirk of his when I planted my feet against the wall, rocking myself down onto him to take his cock deeper.

"Oh yeah," He huffed out, leaning against the wall and holding my thighs, throwing his hips into mine, "I swear you always know what I'm thinking."

"You needed a good time like this, hm?" Picking myself up and holding the back of his head, I kissed with all tongue, throwing my hips quicker with my legs more elevated, moaning more at his hips slipping his cock in even deeper.

"Mhm," He hummed, swirling his tongue with mine, "And you always know how to give me a good time."

"I know you best," I kissed once more before I had to stop, biting my lips and hiding my louder moans, but he made sure he heard them, yanking my hips along with his thrust, making me whine, "Chuck!"

"If you know me best, should know that I love hearing some noise," He kept on yanking my hips, watching his cock moving in and out of me nearly getting him off.

"Gonna get a whole lot of loud noise if you keep on doing that," I stopped caring about if I was loud or not, but surely getting louder, his strength making sure the tempo was fast and each smack of our hips were powerful, a pound in my lower stomach had me screaming his name.

"Oh, I'm gonna keep doing it," His arms latched around my neck and mine did the same to his, the both of us going at max speed, feeling the spasm of my walls and getting me closer and closer, that tone in his voice adding to it, "Not till you make a mess all over me."

"I'm gonna!" My jerks were so much that I was nearly jumping up, but throwing myself right back down, that feeling even stronger and better than before, making me do it over and over till I was ready to give way, "I'm gonna, Chuck! I-"

My neck snapped back with the arch of my back, breathless and sweating a little, dirty noise I didn't even know that I could make flying out with the gush of slick surely making a mess on his cock and thighs.

I threw his hands off so I could fall back and breathe, but kept my back arched so his cock was still inside of me, his hands rubbing up my stomach and breasts, letting the feeling set for a moment with his gasp:

"Holy fuck, Y/N. That's just-fuck."

"Fuck is right," I huffed back, whining softly at the hollow in my walls when he slid out, joining me on his stomach, keeping me in an embrace and relaxing with me, getting a little more heartfelt:

"Gosh, I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," I smiled, slicking his hair back to see that handsome face that I always admired, "Feels so good to be back with you."

"So good," He rubbed my back softly, expressing more, "You know Cass isn't around and Trent must've forgot that I existed when Rocky came back-"

"He can keep Rocky," I held his head up so he could see my smile, how much I meant it when I kissed, "Because you and me are the real best friends." 

[writtingrose]

I'm so excited your requests are open again babe! Could I get Jungle Boy HC about his partner having depression?

I'm glad to have then open, hon! I've missed writing will hopefully have more time now! I hope you enjoy them. xx

Jack would be a very attentive boyfriend.

Honestly, he would probably know you better than you know yourself.

Because of his nature he'd be really attuned to your emotions and able to tell when something is 'off'

This is especially true when you're depression flares.

The second he feels you start to slip it because his mission to help you.

While he isn't usually one for PDA, he likes to touch you as much as possible.

He'll be standing beside you, talking to someone when he feels your energy change.

He'll reach out and rub your back as he tucks you into his side.

As politely as possibly, he ends the conversation and steers you towards the exit.

"I'll have Austen grab our bags, baby. Let's get you somewhere private."

Once you get back to the hotel, he runs you a bath.

He also makes sure to add your favorite salts/bath bombs and light a few candles.

He turns the lights off as you get settled into the perfectly warm water before sitting on the side of the tub.

His voice is soft as he pours water over your hair, telling you everything he loves about you

Once the water has gone cold, he'll help you out but leaves the bathroom while you get dressed.

When you step back into the room, Jack has all the lights low and snacks besides the bed. He always makes sure to have your favorites on hand when you travel. Even hiding them in his own luggage.

"Come on, princess. Come get comfortable."

He'd have fresh underwear and one of his shirts laid out for you to put on, knowing being surrounded by his scent calms helps. And because he likes seeing you in his shirts.

Once you're dressed and, on the bed, he joins you and pulls you into his arms.

He starts the movie, opens then hands you our snacks, and plays with your hair until you're ready to talk.

Jack is a great listener. And often, you find it's easy to tell him your troubles. Although it's perfectly fine if you don't speak either. He won't make you

Later that night, as you drift to sleep in his arms, Jack can't help but smile down at you, before kissing your forehead.

"Goodnight, my love."

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[debbiechanclub]

Christmas Decorating with Bullet Club

Title: Christmas Decorating with Bullet Club (headcanon) Theme: Day 5 - Lights/Decorating Fandom/Character(s): NJPW - Bullet Club (2021) Warnings: Mild language Word Count: 324

Masterlist.

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(Note: This IS my gif.)

🎅🏻 Jay White → Super sentimental about Christmastime, but doesn’t outwardly show it. Total basic bitch when it comes to decorations. Think rustic, homey, Pinterest-worthy vibes. Likes candles that smell like fresh-cut trees.

🎄 Tama Tonga → Tama wants his house to be the best-looking house in the neighborhood year-round, and that includes at Christmastime. White icicle lights on the trim, beautiful wreaths on all the windows, a Santa sleigh with reindeer on the roof. He’s not very good at tree-decorating, though.

🎅🏻 Chase Owens → Favorite Christmas movie is Die Hard, and will fight anyone who says it isn’t a Christmas movie. Doesn’t bother to put up the tree until two weeks before Christmas, and then takes forever to take it down.

🎄 Tanga Loa → Much better at tree-decorating than his brother, but much less showy and materialistic with his decorations. Both Tama and Tanga care a lot about tradition and family, but Tanga is definitely the more softhearted of the two. 

🎅🏻 Hikuleo → Designated tree-topper. 

🎄 Taiji Ishimori → “Decorating” means dressing up his dog in little holiday outfits. 

🎅🏻 El Phantasmo → Acts like a Grinch, but really isn’t one deep down. Will complain if you ask him to help you decorate, but does it because he knows it makes you happy. And even though he’ll never admit it, it makes him happy, too.

🎄 Kenta → Takes pride in combining Western and Eastern traditions. Always indulges in the Japanese tradition of having KFC for Christmas dinner (although he had to do it on Christmas Eve when he lived in the U.S.). Likes ugly Christmas sweaters.

🎅🏻 House of Torture → Actual Grinches. But EVIL and Sho like The Nightmare Before Christmas because it fits their aesthetic.

🎄 Chris Bey → Tree-decorating skills that rival Tanga and just as showy as Tama. Will out-Christmas karaoke everyone. Favorite Christmas song: “All I Want for Christmas is You” by Mariah Carey.

[oriole1884]

What do you think about cast of Avatar live action remake from Netflix, especially for Iroh or Ozai?

They're great!(And Ty Lee……she's so cute!!)I'm glad that they chosed an Asian face to play iroh at last…(no offense but movie iroh is too ……Idian(no offense!!!Just because cartoon iroh looks more like Mongolian to me and this actor quite fit)

And Ozai.I have only one standard for his actor:Handsome man with muscle.And he made it.Finally made it!!Hooray!

movie Iroh is like Attila(You know…that Attila) and Ozai is like he's been killing fish for 30 years in that vegetable market in front of my home(no offense,I truly love Indian culture but this is too much).So …I guess they're making big progress.Hope they can still making progress.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Sweet Wardlow moment, please? 🥰

We love a gentle giant moment 🥺

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Krypto’s face rested against your hip as you cuddled him on the couch, the tv displayed an old Hanna-Barbera cartoon as your hand caressed from his snout to his neck. His soft snores were the indication that he was in a deep sleep. The rain poured heavy outside, making you lower the tv volume so you could enjoy the loud storm.

After a few minutes, you saw Michael coming to the living room from the corner of your eye, he plopped down on the couch to lay between your legs. He took your free hand and placed it on his hair as he rested his cheek against your breasts.

“What’s up?” You asked in a whisper in order to not wake Krypto up

“I want some snuggles too” Mike whined in a complaint before closing his eyes in full anticipation for your touch

“I cannot believe you’re jealous of my baby” You teased while you continued to caress the dog

Michael opened his eyes and pulled back to stare at you in disbelief “I’m your baby too! I need some love and care as much as Krypto does”

One thing people didn’t know about Michael was how much of a hopeless romantic he is. His love language is affection, he wants to feel needed, loves being babied, and needs a constant demonstration of affection to feel loved. At first, it was a challenge to adapt to this form of loving - since you didn’t feel that secure to show your most vulnerable and affectionate side - but Mike had a unique way of making you get out of your shell while still respecting your space, so it’s safe to say that he taught you how beautiful displaying your affection can be and since then you didn’t hold back showing how much you love him.

“Aww, my poor baby boy is feeling neglected” You cooed while he pouted and nodded. “I’m sorry, my love. Come here” You pulled his head back towards your chest and Michael rested his cheek against your breasts once again.

Your fingers ran through - his now much shorter - hair as a deep, satisfied sigh left his lips.

“You know, I think it’s very unfair how Krypto gets to have your caresses every day and I don’t” Mike mumbled on top of you

Your hand momentarily stopped stroking his hair “Mike…we’ve had this conversation before, baby”

“I know, muffin. But, c’mon” He pulled back once again so he could look into your eyes “Just think about it, please”

It’s been over six months now that Michael was trying to convince you to come on the road with him, and the more you said no, the more desperate and persistent he was getting. You took a deep breath in and began “Mike-”

“I miss you” He complained “We barely see each other, muffin. I miss being with you so much that it hurts. I miss your caresses, your hugs, and your kisses. I miss your body, your touch, I miss making love to you, cuddling you. I miss pulling you closer to me in bed every morning, and making out at night until we both fall asleep…I just want to come back to the hotel room every night knowing that we can take a shower together and order room service while cuddling on the bed with some dumb movie on”.

For a man that big, Mike certainly had a natural gift of looking so innocent, cute, and childlike. It made your heart hurt and it was almost impossible to deny him anything.

“I miss all of that too, baby. But what am I supposed to do? I have a job, one I can’t do from home, by the way. I can’t simply just throw everything up in the air and go on the road with you”

“Muffin, you hate your job! Look, money is not the problem, you can work with me. Be my manager, I can pay you and it’ll be like a regular job except that I’ll have you by my side every day”

“But what if we break up? I doubt you’ll still want your ex as a manager. And then what? You’ll still have your job and I’ll have a sack of shit” You chuckled but Mike remained serious. “What?” You asked once the scowl on his face grew deeper

“Did you just jinx our relationship?”

“What?! Mike, no!” You chuckled “I’m just asking something that should be taken into consideration”

“Uh, no!” He reprimanded “I’ll not take, I refuse to take that into consideration because we’re not gonna break up! Not now, not ever”

“Mike, that’s not very realistic of you, babe” You laughed

“Stop jinxing our relationship, muffin! What the fuck?”

You held back a chuckle at his annoyed toddler-like face and pecked his pouted lips with a soft kiss “I’m sorry” You laid one more kiss on his lips before caressing his hair “I’m not jinxing our relationship. I love you too much to jinx what we have”

Mike’s eyes gleamed with your last words, causing him to smile widely “Do you love me?”

“Yes, I do. Very much” You bopped his nose with your fingertip

“I love you more” Mike kissed your lips oh-so-sweetly before he asked, “So…does that mean you accept my job offer?” Hope laced his every word, and you felt your heart tighten at his hopeful tone.

“Tell you what, my vacation is in two weeks, so what about we test it out first? I’ll go with you on the road while I’m on vacation from work then if it works out I’ll accept it”

“Really? Do you promise?” Mike smiled widely

You nodded in agreement before he kissed your lips deeply. Mike pulled your bottom lip between his teeth before he growled “Why don’t we go upstairs so I can show you one of the perks of having me as your boss?”

[pinkoloco]

Why do they all have to be white washed? Come on! If not back skin at least give then mixed skin tone but even then! You can draw black people! Why make Arty white in the comics which is supposed to be a prequel but for the movie make them black? I don't understand the decisions here

I might have a supposition about that, maybe for "esthetic" reasons. Like for Arthur, maybe between the movie and the comic, they thought that black it would have been weird (which is not), For Tito, I don't understand, and as well for Ozzie (the actor is Idian).

I was really hyped for the comics because I wanted to see Arty, Tito and Ozzie, the ones I loved the most since they are colored people, but now I'm really disappointed and upset about it.

They can draw black and hispanic people ! We see some throught the comics. They are even really pretty !

[hikarus-shida]

TONY KHAN: Snowy Day In with Tony Headcanon

tony khan x being snowed in with tony! headcanon

genre: fluff

warnings: none

requested by: anon (hope you enjoy!)

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*i do not own this gif! full credit to creator!*

All week there was talks of a huge snowstorm and while you took it seriously, Tony didn’t. Of course, he helped you do major grocery shopping to prepare, but he didn’t think it would affect where you lived in any way and plus, he had to travel for Dynamite anyways.

“Are you sure we need 3 cases of water, Y/N? I don’t think we’re gonna get anything more than an inch of snow.”

Tony was sorely surprised when he woke up and saw the mounds of snow on the ground. He sighed at the amount of calls that he knew he was going to have to make to the EVPS to let them know that he wouldn’t be able to catch his flight and to make sure that Dynamite ran accordingly in his absence.

You would tease Tony all day for not believing in the power of snow. The two of you wouldn’t shovel yet, but would take advantage of the time you had with him before then. You both actually had a warm breakfast with each other, got some cuddles in, and stayed put next to the warm fireplace.

Tony would make some hot cocoa and you had decided to make a fresh batch of cookies. Once those were complete, the two of you would settle down and watch nostalgic movies to pass the time.

You and Tony would spent time looking outside the window, watching the snow fall while you cuddled into each other. You had made Tony put some socks on and would grab tons of blankets, ensuring that neither of you would get a cold.

“Let’s make snow angels, Tony!”

“How about we stay inside where it’s warmer, hm?”

After being so used to the heat in Jacksonville, Tony didn’t even want to go outside into the cold winter. But thanks to your begging, the two of you marched outside in puffy coats with mittens and boots on. You made snowmen, snow angels, and even had a competitive snowball fight... which you had won, even though Tony wouldn’t admit it.

The two of you were kissed by the warmth of your comfy home when you walked back inside after being in the cold. Tony would fall onto the couch and pull you into his arms, the two of you laying together. He wouldn’t let you leave his arms, all he wanted to do was lay on the couch with you and enjoy the warmth.

At the end of the day, Tony would be happy about the snow. It gave him a day off to spend with you and days off were never a thing for him, considering he was an extremely busy man, so he was grateful for this one. The warmth and comfort of your shared home made him never want to leave.

[unintrested-girl]

Dangal🌸 من أروع الأفلام يلي شفتها

[itjazzbicch]

Rated R

Kinktober Day: 2/31

Pairing: The Miz x Fem reader

Kink: Sex Tape

Theme/Motivation:

Warnings: (Smut) (18 + ONLY)

Word Count: 1.3k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

“Y/N! Miz! Just one more photo, please!”

It’s been a while since I had this many cameras flashing around me like this and of course, I smiled right along with Mike, doing a few more poses while he opened the door of the his sports car for me.

“Our phones are gonna be ringing off the hook, tomorrow,” I giggled, our successful movie premier now at an end.

“That movie is guaranteed to be a hit!” Mike smiled, hopping in and I always had to flaunt, crossing my legs and flipping my hair:

“Well of course, I’m in it.”

“And damn, did you look delicious,” Blowing a kiss and his hand on my thigh, we headed back to the hotel and sure enough, paparazzi were still there.

Nights like these were fun, but I was nearly blind from all the flashing lights. The hotel was on it though, escorting is through.

After blinking nearly a million times, I kept Mike’s hand in mine, sighing:

“I don’t remember the last time I was surrounded by this much paparazzi.”

“Looking that fine, what did you expect?” Tilting his sunglasses to look at my black dress, throwing a seductive smile, and his hand finding my hip, it showed all of his intentions.

“Paparazzi wasn’t the only one watching me, huh?” Leaning in closer, I let the lust settle in my voice too, Mike making the next move:

“What can I say? It’s hard to keep my eyes off of you, but I’ll get to see something paparazzi will never see.”

Curse that charm he had, instantly melting at the touch of his lips, my hand finding his tie as the elevator came to a stop.

“You know what?” Mischief was all over my face, leading him out of the elevator, “We still have some work to do.”

“Work, huh?” Following right along and getting the key, he was ready, but still curious as to what I meant, “I know you’re not acting, babe.”

“No, but-“ Throwing him in and shutting the door with my heel, my lips found his again, finding his pocket and resting on his phone, suggesting, “How about we both have our first Rated R scene, hm?”

“You wanna make our own movie?” He loved that thought, that devilish smile saying it all.

“The bed is the stage and I’m your shining star, baby,” I kissed with my tongue, “Want to get the camera ready and direct a little?”

“Say less,” He tapped my ass, watching while I went to the bathroom, my heart racing with excitement.

I was getting straight to the point, fixing my hair up into a high ponytail, leaving a slight side bang, taking off my dress and wearing nothing but my heels.

You couldn’t hear a thing as I stuck my hand out of the door, finding the light switch along the wall, using the knob to make the lights dim, knowing his eyes were waiting for me.

No words, just a smile on his face, seeing his bulge growing against his pants while I stepped out, posing and tightening my ponytail while making sexy steps towards him.

“Don’t get me wrong, this suit is sexy,” Sliding his jacket off of his shoulders the unbuttoning the top of his shirt, I could spot the camera, making sure it had the perfect view of him stripping down, “But I like you in just skin so much more.”

“Like all of that?” His confidence was beaming, hand running across his chest while sharing a kiss, undoing his tie then finding his belt buckle, my eyes falling down to the sight of his cocky once his pants were undone.

“Mhm,” Licking my lips and getting more thoughts, he could see my thinking:

“Wanna show the camera the bad girl that you are, hm?” Kissing up my neck and nipping at my jaw, I smiled at the camera, taking him by surprise when pushing him to the bed.

“I’m not just bad,” Falling to my knees, I looked up through my lashes, tongue stroking up his shaft, “I’m the Baddest.”

“Baddest baby there is,” Licking his upper lip and his eyes locked on mine, I could see his chest heaving already, tongue licking up to his tip and swirling like it was a lollipop, taking it in and immediately downing his entire cock, pulling up slowly before doing it again.

I didn’t want to get the better of him just yet, but made sure he felt it, sucking his tip hard while stroking his shaft as quickly as I could, adding a few bobs in.

“This lollipop your favorite flavor?” He couldn’t get enough of me, gasping slight as his tip popped free from my lips.

“There ain’t one that’s better,” Smiling back and standing up, I hit one of my favorite poses, flaunting my body at him, “Ready for your favorite?”

“Always ready,” He smiled back, sitting up till I pushed him back down.

“This is for you, you know?” Massaging his shoulders softy while I climbed on top of him, adding some kisses up his neck and straddling, “You want something good to watch when I’m not around don’t you? I’m the star of this movie.”

“Don’t you know who I am?” He chuckled slightly, trying not to give into my kisses, “But, I’ll let you have your turn.”

“Yeah, you better,” I giggled, raising my hips and sitting on his cock, still kissing his neck and arching my back, grinding down against his hips, leaving some hickeys along his chest before sitting up, rocking myself slow at first before going faster and harder.

“Or what?” He teased with a smirk, tapping my ass and I hit him with my own:

“Or your sexy Cupid will stop giving you the best scene you’ve ever filmed. You want me to be your sexy Cupid, don’t you?”

“That’s just cruel,” He chuckled, laying his head back with his eyes shut tight whenever I started bouncing and moaning louder, smiling with his hands all over me.

“Don’t be so serious, baby,” I cooed softly, rolling my hips, “I’ll be your sexy Cupid all night long.”

“That’s what I thought,” He was having fun joking around, making me squeal whenever he flipped us over so he was on top.

That drove me crazy, kissing with all tongue while his hips hit me with immense strength, gripping his shoulders while my back began to arch.

“Hell yeah,” He whispered in my ear, holding my back and looking at the camera with me, “Show that camera how you can still move it.”

Rolling my hips upward, my head shot back with whines, scratching at his back some while he started kissing my neck and returning the marks that I left on him.

“Harder, Mike,” I asked softly, feeling that swirl he always created in me whenever I got close.

“Getting to the best part, huh?” Pressing his hands deep into the mattress, he slammed his hips into mine, having my head nod frantically:

“Uh-huh! Mike!”

Suddenly, he hooked my legs over his arms, pushing them to the sides of my head, pounding at a new angle and giving the camera a better view, edging me on:

“Gonna make a mess and give me real good to watch?”

“Yes, baby! So fucking good!” I managed to get out before gasping hard, quickly holding onto the back of his neck while screaming out in moans, his thrusts not slowing while I gushed around his cock, both of our thighs slicked, hips rocking together to ride out the bliss.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” He panted through his laughs, rolling his hips quickly while his cock got pulled deeper from my spasming, freeing my legs and pressing his chest into mine, letting out a small moan with me when we felt his heat, seeding flooding into me.

“Fuck, Mike. You’re so hot,” I whined softly, eased down with some of his kisses.

“We’re both hot,” He smiled, nudging our heads over to the camera, making sure to get one last shot of my lustful face, but making me giggle as he finished, “And, scene!”

[writtingrose]

Hello! 👉👈 Soft Yuta headcanons?

Havw a great day!!! 💛💛💛

Hi hon! You sure can. I hope you enjoy them! xx

While Yuta might come off as a badass, with you, he's anything but.

The type of man that carries a photo of you in his wallet while also having a photo of the two of you as his home and lock screen.

If you aren't traveling with him, he likes to call you before and after matches

When you're together he likes to always be touching you; hand in hand, an arm around your waist, a hand on your thigh, anything and everything.

 Likes to spoil you and send oyu gifts; flowers, your favorite food/snacks, etc. 

After a long day, nothing calms him like cuddling up to you watching some of your favorite movies and shows

He especially likes cuddling in bed, fingers running through your hair as you lay on his chest. 

The kind of man that runs you a bath and gives you a massage when you've had a rough day, even if he has too.

He puts your needs above all else, his own included.

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