#im having so much fun with these. get dranked girl

[maaaariii]

'I carry.'

overview ig: you accidentally find hanmas gun oopsies.(kinda 18+ if u squint)

Hanmas lifestyle was never a complete mystery to you.

Gambling and combat fighting soon turned into money laundering, expensive cars and bougie meeting rooms. And while you know its not the best thing in the world- and certainly not the safest, you know him. So you choose to stay. Thats why its almost 2 am and youre sat at tipsy (probably drunk, possibly wasted-who knows how much he drank while you were in the bathroom) shuji's side on his fancy ass couch. Looking around the lavish drawing room youre in- its hard to believe it all belongs to him.Not in a mean way- Hes a messy guy, leaving his shit everywhere and stuff. He just didnt seem like the type of guy to want such materialistic things- just a bit of fun.

Anyways rant over, youre brought back to reality as he tugs on your wrist, bringing your attention onto him- just how he likes. 'cmere'

he grunts ,as he slides his hand behind your neck-not quite fervorous yet, but hes getting there fast at this rate. You chuckle at his dizzy state, pushing a long bleached strand of hair out of his face. 'slow down, if you move too fast youll faint or something y'know..' you joke- he doesnt let you tease him when hes sober. He grunts in annoyance.

'Faint?? girl i only took like 2 shots-' He cuts himself off, pulling you forward so fast that you have to steady yourself with your hands on his thighs so you don't topple over. He presses his lips to yours, quickly prying your mouth open with his tongue as his arm slides down to your back, right over your ass- holding you in place. After a few moments his breathing deepens and you pull away the tiniest bit, ghosting his lips and pulling back every time he gets closer. You cant help but chuckle as he continues his attempts for kisses like a thirsty dog.

'stop it...' he mutters, digging his fingers into your waist which only makes you squirm more. You chuckle and maintain about an inch distance between your lips and his. Staring into his golden eyes, hanma pants slightly- years of cigarettes seem to be catching up with him. Hes only 24. You hold his cheek in your palm, the rugged unmoisturised (ew) skin is warm and slightly clammy from the inevitable asian flush he gets from large amounts of alcohol. One peck onto his lips, followed by another as you slide your hand onto his shoulder

'cmon..do it like you mean it...' he mutters in annoyance. 'i do mean it you ass.'

He scowls at you half playfully.

'Dont feel like it....kiss me harder or you dont love me anymore.' He tries to hide the dumb smirk on his lips. 'im not feeling the love aura vibe thingy tonight babe-' he chortles and you can see the glint of pearly whites under the dim light. You roll your eyes, hanma always makes fun of your vocabulary- he says its so 'chronically online'. Whatever.

You shake your head in mock disappointment as you slowly slide your hand down his torso- despite his shirt you can feel the groove of his abs- a satisfying feeling. He hums, tired and gruff, just needing a good nights sleep and just cant get enough of how warm he is-every inch of his skin lower and lower until..your fingertips graze something solid?..

It takes you a moment to register…there’s no way his dick is this hard…and cold? He’s in his own world, head thrown back and eyes shut..it’s not like you both had boundaries, so you lift the shirt up a little and your chest tightens just a tiny bit. A pistol. Right in the waistband of his pants. It’s black and sleek, but simultaneously old looking. A world of violence and crime is something you were introduced to by your boyfriend, but he bubble wrapped you, putting his hands over your pretty eyes so they don’t tarnish. A gun wasn’t something you’ve ever saw in real life…you reach to grab it but his head jerks up and hand grabs yours fast as hell..his instincts are sharp.

“the fuck are you doin’? Huh?” He seems more offended than angry..

“nothing..don’t yell at me..” you pull your hand away..trying to gauge if you’re disturbed or curious about the weapon as you stare back at him, mirroring his offended face.

“I ain’t yellin’-“

He has a little voice crack at the end-he shuts his mouth to avoid any more..normally you’d both laugh at his little mistakes and trip ups..but there was a slight struggle in finding the humour right now..

“why do you have that..?”

“I’m grown..why can’t I? You ain’t my mom..”

“I know but..”

He shakes his head at you, leaning back to increase the distance between you both..why was he so mad? He’s not the type to get mad over nothing, you could probably accidentally hit him with your shiny car and he’d get up just to ruffle your hair.

“Why do you think? You ain’t stupid y/n.”*

suddenly you feel more sober and real. If there wasn’t a gun between you both you’d probably take that comment as a compliment..

“…”

“Don’t look at me like that…”

for once he breaks eye contact. You never really realised how..intimidating he looked when he didn’t have a shit eating grin on his face-probably because he always had one with you. And now the little voice in his head is scolding him because you’re upset with him.

“c’mon y/n don’t cry..I thought you’d just know. I have a gun so what..” he’s almost stammering, hoping you don’t burst into tears and ask for a birkin as an apology gift (true story, you have the bag in your closet)

“I ain’t gonna use it on you…” he’s rambling now.

“it’s just for safety ‘kay? It’s a big scary world out there-“

“I’m not crying…and stop talking to me like that..” your attention is suddenly diverted to his rather..condescending tone.

He wants to roll his eyes, But he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Just..don’t worry your pretty head okay?…’m tired let’s go to bed..”

🥲sorry guys I couldn’t be bothered to finish (I have no ideas)

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Distances Between (Part 2)

18+ blood drinking, heavy petting, grinding, conflicting feelings, flirting, pining, (light) alcohol drinking

Astarion X F! Plus Sized Tav

listening to: Rain - Sleep Token, It Will Come Back - Hozier

-

Tav was pretty sure she'd fucked up.

Deft fingers twisted her still damp hair into a tight braid. Sitting in her tent, Tav's mind raced through their.. interaction at the water, glad to have a tactile task to keep her steady. She had taken things too far. It was too much, she was certain of it.

A mistake to have let her lust clouded mind take control. Assumed. Overstepped. Screwing up her face she decided she must apologize.

That night she walked on hushed feet, went to him. There was a faint glow from inside his tent, the vague shape of his silhouette against the canvas. She knew his keen ears had heard her approach.

Her hand hovered over the opening, but decided against it. She had already intruded enough tonight.

There was a tension thrumming through the air as they both stood on silence, the fabric of the tent a division. She took in a small breath.

"Astarion," the stillness from inside of the tent a bow pulled taut.

"I'm sorry. I overstepped and it wont happen again. I know how it feels to be-" She paused, no this wasnt about her. Gathered her words again. "If you want to leave I wont hold it against you.."

Quieter then, "But I hope you stay." She turned and walked back to her tent.

She had hid the joy in her eyes when she saw him at the mouth of his tent, meditating. The light of the morning gave way and he had stayed. She quietly passed, meeting the others at the hubbub of breakfast.

Karlach's hand clapping down on her shoulder in greeting, her bright smile infectious. "Morning, Soldier!" As they chatted she could feel eyes on the back of her neck but didnt turn. Give him time, give him space.

Though the morning had been promising the day had proved grueling, each battle scraping them against the stones. Each skirmish a barely won whirlwind. When night blissfully came groans and slumped bodies littered the camp. Still there were small victorious smiles shared and the wine that Astarion had swiped made the group loose-limbed and happy.

As the banter and spirit floated Tav spotted that ever distant shock of silver hair. She stood and went to him, her step sure. 

He glanced up at her, she was pretty sure pretending to be engrossed in his book. "Yes, darling?"

"Care for a drink?" She raised her eyebrows, a cheeky smile edging the corner of her lips. Though she had only had a few sips she felt the spirits in her stomach give her a silly bravado.

He glanced up at her, eyed her empty hands. A slow smile spread over his face, catching on.

"Well, now.. you shouldn't have. What a gracious offer! You spoil me darling." He let the darling trail on a little long, bemused.

"I'll find you when the riff raff has finally gone down for the count." He gestured lazily with the tips of his fingers to the others gathered around the fire.

"I'll be waiting on bated breath my honeyed Drow.." he was laying it on thick now and she rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile.

She sat leaned back on her pack, eyes closed. Peaceful. Humming a tune softly, something she had heard in a passing tavern. Breathing in the quiet of the night air.

"Ah my favorite bard, wont you bless us with a song?" He said low in her ear.

She opened one eye in mock suspicion, squinting at him, "Yet I am no bard, gentle nobleman. I cannot offer you a shanty nor a hymn.."

She saw the glitter in his eyes, enjoying her banter.

"Nay, alas all I can offer.." she sat up slightly and pulled her tunic from her neck, long hair falling behind her.

"Oh you temptress, you siren!" His words were light and playful but his eyes.. She felt a thrill in her stomach. 

He leaned in and cupped the side of her neck, his cool fingers gentle. Kneeling next to her his mouth only hovered above her pulse, his breath tickling her. He was so close. She was no stranger to this ritual by now but this felt.. different. The air crackled with electricity.

She could feel her heart beating hard.

He breathed it in, taking in her scent.

Finally he opened his jaws and oh so slowly sank into her.

She fought the moan that was forming in her throat but couldn't restrain the hand that trailed into his hair. Languidly scratching his scalp. He shivered under her touch and she was about to pull away, embarrassed that she had made him uncomfortable again. 

But his long legs moved quickly, one thigh pushing between hers. They were so close now, straddled into eachother. The intimacy made her feel dizzy, delirious.

She pushed her face up into him as he pulled from her greedily, drinking her down. She held her hand to his clavicle, feeling the deep pulse of his swallowing.

Lust took to the front of her mind, losing herself. Pushing her small ragged breaths into his ear.

He hitched, a groan muffled into her flesh.

His hand wandered feather light, curious, down the curve of her hip. The other bracing her strong against him between her shoulder blades.

She twisted his hair in a small tug in response and felt the hand bracing her dig nails in, a growl deep in his chest.

In one fluid motion he hooked under her thigh and pulled her up to him, chest to chest, positioning her straddling over his hips. She let out a small gasp and resisted grinding down into him. Like he couldn't get her close enough. 

She ran her hand down his lower back, intoxicated, revelling in the taut muscles there. She needed more. No she couldn't get carried away. 

He finally came up for air, a gasping whimper against her neck, and began eagerly licking her up in slow wide strokes. His tongue newly hot from her blood coursing through him.

She could see it in the tips of his ears and resisted putting her mouth there. She had to slow down.

He finally fully pulled away, releasing her. The sight of him, blood smeared on his perfect mouth, eyes dark and rolling, sated. Gods it made her ache.

"Did you have your fill?" She asked leaning back on her hands, looking up at him, awestruck. Failing at hiding the gasping in her voice. 

His gaze suddenly focused and flicked down to her, staring. His chest heaving, eyes dilated. 

She expected a smirked remark, maybe some practiced sweet nothings. Instead he leaned down to her again.

His lips hovered inches away from hers, blood-fucked eyes boring into her. 

Her breath froze in her chest. A thrill of danger tickled her spine. She dared not move, though her nerves screamed to lean into him. To slide her lips against his.

They stayed in that heady limbo for what could have only been seconds but felt like an eternity. Breathing eachother.

He slowly pulled away, an emotion she couldn't place passing over his face. 

Then he was gone, wordlessly rising. Disappearing into the overlap of the tents.

Still gasping for breath all she could do was watch.

-

Shaking hands opened his tent. Get a grip. He pulled his blood drenched tunic off. Breathe. Breathe you fool.

He had never lost control like that.

The unbridled desire he felt frightened him. Not just for her heavenly blood but her. He could still feel the little hot breaths she left in his ear. Felt a groan deep in his chest just from the memory.

Her question, "Did you get your fill?" Gods below. It had him about to do something very stupid, cross a line that he did not expect.

No, no this wont do at all. He would have to keep his distance from now on. Ran a still warm hand through his bloodflecked hair.

~

Part 3

[thinkinonsense]

old!logan and his obsession with the cute diner girl *mdni

a/n: this is my first attempt at writing something smutty so if it sucks im sorry lmao also if any writers have any tips please share! :)

logan has been around for long enough to know when a woman is attracted to him. there was a certain essence given off that was always a dead giveaway. usually it came from women close to the age he looked like and it tended to be brief moments of lust before all hope was lost. this was until he met you.

the pretty young girl working at the diner during her time off from college. everyday, he came in and ordered a black coffee. the coffee wasn't even that good but logan would spend two dollars every single day of his life if it came with the view of you bending over in that tiny uniform skirt.

logan would watch you for hours while he drank and skimmed the news paper alone in a booth. your hair was always up in either a ponytail or held together with a hair clip. he loved seeing your pretty handwriting as you scribbled on your notepad, taking orders. it was part of your job to be nice to everyone but you were especially nice to him. even your friends began to notice how you would linger by his table, constantly topping off his coffee mug and making small talk; sometimes giving him a slice of cherry pie on the house.

"don't you think he's kinda old for you?" one of your friends whispers to you behind the counter.

it's stung but you suppose she had a point. what would a man old enough to be your father want with a young wild girl like yourself?

"i-i guess so?" you stuttered, embarrassed at your previous attempt at flirting with him.

the rest of the night, you hoped he would leave before close so you could have some time alone with your feelings. summer was almost over and you would go back to the city soon. it was time to forget these silly fantasizes.

by ten, all the other waitresses went home except you, the older woman in the back who counted the drawer every night, and a few of the cooks. the only customer still there was logan. he flipped through one of the books he brought with him; still sipping away at that damn coffee.

"isn't it getting a little late for you, sweetheart?" he asked nonchalantly, not even looking up at you as you bent over to scrub the table next to his. the fifth table you've cleaned in the last hour and the second time you've cleaned that specific table. logan noticed but you didn't.

"need the hours." you mumble, frustrated by a stubborn stain. all logan could focus on was your scrunched nose and how your tight top pushed your boobs together just right for his viewing. "college is fucking expensive plus grants and scholarships only cover so much."

"hmm.." logan grunts. grants? scholarship? what a goody fucking two shoes, logan thought to himself. "if you bring me piece of pie, i think i can help you out."

you lean off the table and go get what's left in the glass container. it's probably a little hard so you definitely didn't plan on charging him for it. you sit the plate down in front of him and before you could turn around to walk away, logan reaches for your wrist softly.

"join me." he offers.

you knew you shouldn't but what was really the harm? at least your friends weren't here to make fun of you. the radio played quietly on an older station while you watched logan take a bite of the pie.

"why did your friends leave you here alone?" he asked, watching your face turn sour at the memory of them.

"don't wanna talk about it." your voice was small in the empty diner.

"why? think an old man like me can't relate to it?" logan chuckles. your thighs squeeze together without thinking. so much for not embarrassing yourself.

"no, no, not that." you shake your head and a strand of hair falls from your bun. "just sort of juvenile, you know?"

logan could tell that you were trying to come off more mature around him. you didn't want him to see you as some college kid.

"juvenile, how?" he eggs on, pushing down his glasses a bit.

god, those glasses got to you; and logan knew it.

"they don't understand how i feel about someone." you sigh.

"how do you feel about this person?" logan noticed you now avoiding his gaze, not liking it one bit. "eyes on me, princess."

the nickname caught you off guard like a dear in headlight; blinking and trembling up at logan. something logan enjoyed very much and could get used to.

"it's not important, just some stupid crush." you lie through your teeth. "they will forget about me in a month."

"why don't you think it'll work?" he cocks his head to the side a bit. "you're a pretty young thing, dollface. anyone of those college boys would be lucky to be wrapped around your little finger."

"i don't want college boys." you mumble, slightly annoyed by the memory of your friends.

logan felt himself getting hard at you admitting you had a taste for someone older. his eyes grew dark as he leaned in a little over the table.

"then what do you want?"

your moment to answer was interrupted by the older woman from the back, releasing you to go home for the evening. this was your chance to get up and leave before you admitted anything else that you would regret.

both of you stood up. logan threw down some cash while you went to collect your stuff behind the counter.

"i'll see you tomorrow, lo-"

"you didn't answer the question."

"i must go now if i want to catch the last train."

logan worried about you taking the train back to your apartment alone this late at night. usually you drive back but your car has been in the shop for almost three days now. he would watch you get to your car every night to make sure you were safe.

"i can drive you home." logan offers.

you shouldn't be this excited to be sitting in a strangers truck alone at night but here you were. the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before logan brought up the conversation from the diner again. what did you even want?

"i want someone who understands me..." you begin rattling off the first things that come to mind when you notice logan's hand on your knee. you don't dare move.

"someone who is responsible..." with every word, his hand creeps higher and higher up your skirt. logan is more than pleased when he notices your legs spread on their own.

"someone who is m-mature..." logan's fingers inch towards the delicate skin of your inner thigh. there's no way this was happening, you thought as his index finger plays with the lace on the center of your pink underwear. he smirked at the wet spot front and center, waiting for him.

"treats me r-r-right." every word was a struggle to form as he stroked you softly. back and forth. back and forth.

logan nods along, not letting up down below. his index finger hooks onto your underwear, pulling it aside. you weren't even sure if you were breathing at this point; all this teasing was torture.

"p-p-please, logan..." you whine. "touch me."

his thumb rubs tiny circles on your button, adoring the way his name pours from your glossy lips. your hands fly to his wrists, needing more; nails digging into his skin in the most delicious way.

"where did this greediness come from?" logan groans, dipping his index finger inside of you. "what happened to that good girl from the diner?"

logan's finger barely fit in the tight space. your head fell back and a loud moan escaped you.

"oh, you weren't letting those college boys touch you at all, huh?" logan mocks, adding another finger and creating a steady pace.

"n-no!" you whine, lifting your hips a little.

"you were waiting for a real man to have his way with you, isn't that right, pretty girl?" he growls, pushing your hips back down.

you completely missed logan pulling off to the side of the road until now. his pace increases becoming rather rough now that he isn't driving. logan leaves deep purple bruises down your neck and across your chest, praising you to no end until you gush around his fingers, completely soaking his palm.

your heart pounded like you had just finished a marathon. logan allowed you to catch your breath as he carefully removed his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to lick clean. he can feel your dazy eyes staring at him as he does so, making a real show of it.

"i've been wanting to do that for months now." he admits with a smirk.

"me too." you said, leaning forward and pulling him into a kiss; tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. logan wraps his hands around your hair, pulling you back a little when another moan falls from your lips.

"and we aren't even close to being done."

[okaerina]

𓍢 (bnd ver!) like its 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 .ᐟ ໒ 𓂅 ໋⋅

SIMP! bnd x CRUSH! reader GENRE ! pining, fluff, angst if u squint TW ! none (lmk if there is any) NOW PLAYING ! . . . . magnetic by ill-it WC ! 7O2

𖠗 𝐣aehyun — shy cute flirt !

insert butter-myung. once he lays eyes on you he's a goner like he's so dramatic about it, panting and clutching his chest hard "guys i think im going to die if i don't wife her up". is pretty delusional too yk. will outwardly flirt with and then get so shy smh. very cheesy pick-up lines that most of the time fail to flutter your heart but does give you a good laugh tho lol (his biggest accomplishment). expect lots of attention and acts of service ^^

𖠗 𝐫iwoo — calm (going insane inside) sweet guy !

tries to be very calm with you, his hand will always be balled in a tight fist and tries to hide the teeth gritting with a nonchalant smile (but the red ear says all lmao). very rational yet funny, constantly pulling jokes that actually make you laugh yet still being respectful. shares his food with you specially donuts!! takes you to caffé dates "hey, there's this new pretzel shop wanna check it out together??" if you say something about dieting he would immediately encourage and lecture you about how important it is eat alot. will try to feed you too >_< !

𖠗 𝐬ungho — nervous yet reliable big guy !

the first time he saw you he was literally going through a massive panic attack, he literally thought he saw an angel lord! tries hard not to stutter or get nervous around you cue the clammy heads lol. but he still tries to collect his composure together and tries to be more reliable. will tie your undone shoelaces, make sure you ate or drank, always making sure you’re not upset. bro will take you’re side and clap back on behalf of you (sass king). will let you rest your head on his broad shoulder if you fell asleep and he so happens to be sitting beside you chill.

𖠗 𝐭aesan — shy introverted observer !

he's very introverted and often struggles to express his feelings. so he will always just admire you from afar, eyes never leaving you. you're his only muse. he notices all the little details about you and your reaction and expressions to certain things. like the way your hair sways, looking soft, they way you get excited with your friends or the way his heart literally explodes when you laugh or smile. if you end up catching him looking at you he would become shy mess, hiding his face and all. you’ll have to strike the convo first tho cuz he's too shy. loves making playlists dedicated to you oh! he has 100+ songs written for you on his soundcloud (shh).

𖠗 𝐥eehan — confident and shameless flirt !

you thought he was a quite and introverted pretty boy but boy were you so wrong. he's way more extreme in cases of flirting than jaehyun. the fact that he knows that he's drop dead gorgeous makes it even more intense. he will say the most cringiest, cheesiest pick up lines with the signature poker face and an eventual smirk (cue the girls screaming) and expect you to swoon (but you don't) and bro's downbad. veryyy delusional like he will announce to the entire school you two are married (you’re not??). you become the only one he yaps about his fishes and weird obsessions too. will hysterically start crying if you tell him to eat more "OMG YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT ME LET'S GET MARRIED!!!" "leehan js eat!"

𖠗 𝐰oonhak — cool guy to loser lover !

he would try to put on a cool guy frat boy image infront of you but it was a big silly FAIL! that one time when you smiled back at his corny "hey, beautiful" he passed away infront of the whole class BYE. he thought he had no game but when you aided for him he realised maybe being a loser for you wouldn’t be so bad actually! "hey cuties this one's for you" and then completely misses the ball smh. takes you out to arcade dates and parks to play (you win most of the time). but nevertheless he's a fun guy to be with (pls let him win time to time :D)

[ 🦢] : last post before semi hiatus (again exams sigh)

[velvetvexations]

I’m. So baffled by that one dude saying that trans men being able to pretend to be women is a privilege, because in his tags he says that it’s a thing specific to transmascs. Does he mean pretending to be cis as a means of safety is a transmasc specific thing?? Because uh, I’m… pretty sure that’s something that can be done regardless of a trans person’s gender? There are transfems and nonbinary people who can also pretend to be cis [whatever their agab was], too?

Its also not a privilege. Having to hide what you are out of fear isn’t a fucking privilege lmao

strangely people understand that when it's about trans women

just saw a post on my dash saying "'infighting' is a dogwhistle which frames transfems as aggressors". i really hope the tide is turning like you said, bc this shit is getting exhausting and im still seeing it from random people i follow who otherwise gave no indication that they drank the koolaid.

they make me out to be the aggressor all the time!

Nazi imagery anon here

These are the pics I was referring to.

As you can see it’s posted on the verified border security account and you can see two different nazi symbols on him :(

yeah it looks like standards for what they allow soldiers to adorn themselves with are low and the person taking and posting the pics aren't paying good enough attention because that guy also straight up has a naked anime bitch on his knife sheath

as I said this is an individual thing and they need to start knocking their heads together like the Three Stooges and sending them into trenches first

You know who saying that th**fab is actually a storied term that trans fems have been using to identify transmisogonists is fucking insane like girl that's such obvious lie give us nothing

they aren't even trying

It’s crazy how almost every other day on this site I see a new post with like 50k notes talking about how absolutely NOBODY deserves to be harassed, sent death threats or be put on blast yet once again I’m seeing people trying to justify the harassment of another transmasc teenager. Honestly people should just start openly admitting Tumblr is becoming increasingly hostile towards trans masculine individuals, I don’t see clownery on this level on any other platform-

Tumblr...is really bad.

I think the reason why this whole headcanons discourse bothers me so much is that is really is just fuelled by petty spite. Like all these characters are cisgender in canon. We make headcanons because it’s FUN to expand on characters in ways that reflect our different life experiences in whatever form that may take. Intentionally going after transmascs, especially young transmascs, for doing this with characters like they like and accusing them of all these different things genuinely does just feel like bigotry. Who cares if a head canon may not make the most amount of sense? It’s a cisgender fictional character we’re playing around with! Why does it have to be some grand act of activism to say blorbo number 3 is transmasc? We have much bigger fish to fry here.

exactly it's such dedication to not letting anyone else have anything

So sick of people acting like trans men are the same as cis men under the patriarchy and moreso im really sick of the "you're privileged to not be surrounded by men". Like, for lack of better phrasing, saying that about a group of people that is generally perceived as "failure women" pre transition (and sometimes during and post) is a little tone deaf. All about acknowledging how women and people perceived as women are harmed by misogyny until the ones perceived are men. Gender essentialism is ugly and tasteless and nonsensical. Please feel free to delete this im just rambling without a point

rambling is okay anon <3

„wow ur so privileged to not fear men”

i fear the fucking everyone asshole, i just realized that isnt everyone elses fault so i should still treat them with respect !!!!!

that woman called me a "self-hating doll" and I hate the second part a lot more than the first

[ilypaigebuckets]

could u write hc about going to a party with Caitlin?

Going to a Party w/ Caitlin Clark

hey guys i’m so sorry but im not feeling too well so im just going to write headcannons tonight and ill finish up/start oneshot requests tmrw! i don’t have a lot of requests so if you’d like to leave one feel free to:) i also have some ideas so stay tuned for that!

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- Caitlin is really protective of you whenever she takes you to parties. Her arm is always snaked around your waist

- If people try to buy you drinks she’ll get upset and tell them off

- “She’s taken man. you can go now :)”

- you guys turn it up on the dance floor, and dance to literally anything

- She doesn’t drink too much. she wants to be alert for when you inevitably get absolutely hammered

- If you feel uncomfortable? no problem. she’ll take you home and you guys will spend the night together watching movies and doing your skincare routine. she’s more of a homebody anyways.

- If you’re an emotional drunk, she’ll just hold you and listen to whatever you’re saying.

- “what’s that baby? justin and selena broke up? i know baby girl i know it’s sad”

- If you’re a touchy drunk, she lets you touch her as much as you want

- as long as you keep it pg, she doesn’t wanna do anything while she’s sober and you’re drunk because she doesn’t want you to feel like she took advantage of you

- she is in one of 2 moods when you wake up with a hangover.

- she’ll either be super sweet and snuggly and babies you

- or she’ll get sassy with you

- “you shouldn’t have drank so much then”

- it usually starts off with sassy caitlin, but she can’t stand to stay mad at you

- she’s just happy you have fun going out with her

- the day after you guys spend the morning together in bed sleeping in

ahhh sorry this was so short maybe i’ll make a part 2 🥲 thank u guys for reading my stuff it honestly means a lot because just the fact that someone enjoys what i’m writing is so sweet to me yk? thank u!!!! <3 MWAH

[fictionalmenxyn]

HII so I have a request for sturniolo triplets x sister!reader like the one u did with the stream can u pls do one we’re she in a car vid (u don’t have u) IM IN LOVE WITH UR WRITING!!

GLAD U LIKE MY WRITING!! Of course I can!!!

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Pairing: sturniolo triplets x sister!reader

Warnings: language and fighting (PLAYING)

AN: hey sos for shorter post tonight. Got a big project for art in college I was working on most of today! Hope you’re all doing well! Uh read are still open as usual! I’m getting round to them as quick as possible! I promise! Love y’all! Have a good day/night!

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“Hey guys welcome back to another car video!” Nick introduced.

You were in the lasted car video, sat next to Nick in your seated position. Where you’d usually sit in the car anyways. Matt spoke “this time we have a guest too!” He looks at you through the rear view mirror. You smiled and waved “it’s me bitch, the basest in town” you playfully flick your hair “Y/n”. Nick clapped “yesss!!”

Chris asked the first question “Y/n, what’s it like being the only girl in the quadruplets?” You smiled “ohh it’s so much fun, I mean my gender don’t gotta do anything with it. But it’s so much fun! Like I don’t know what I’d do without these idiots, really.” Matt smiled “aw that’s cute, y/n/n.”

You then held the phone, “ok, real question, man or bear??” You held up a fist “me bitch! I’d beat em both!!” You are a fry from Chris’s box. “Hey that’s mine!” You giggle “not anymore, loser!” He playfully glared at you.

Nick asked “ok! Question here asks if Y/n has a room at the LA house? The answer is yes.” You smiled “yeah I do, it’s next door to Chris cause we like to have sleepovers cause neither of us can sleep on our own.” You smile and tilt your head. Chris spoke “Y/n is a blanket hog though, so if you ever have a-” you smacked him playfully across the head “no I don’t that’s you!!” Chris reached back and playfully smacked you to. He never hit as hard as we did with Matt or Nick, but he still did it. You laugh, whacking him again, he climbed into the back. You squeal out of surprise and finding this hilarious.

Nick looks to the camera and speaks “you see what Matt and I gotta deal with on the daily? You think Chris and I are bad for this shit?? Think again, these two are worse!” Matt nodded and agreed with Nick.

You and Chris were through if hits, the. Nick intervened “alright you pair! Chris get back in your fucking seat!” Chris used his two fingers and did the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture. You did the same back to him. “Kiss it, Topher!” He couldn’t hide the smile on his face when he climbed back into the chair.

Matt spoke “right, back to the video!” Matt held Nick’s phone and asked “so if ya’ll do another tour, will Y/n come on the next one.” You side eyed the camera and playfully tucked your hair behind your ear. “Maybe, JUST! Maybe, you pookies can catch me at the next tour…” they all laughed. “My colour would be red!! And my animal is definitely a red panda… definitely!” Nick said “oh yeah, Y/n has a red panda obsession!” You shrugged “not my fault they’re cutie pituties!”

You rested your head on Nick’s shoulder as Chris asked “hey, besides the questions, I got one that doesn’t relate at all…” Nick spoke “speak your mind.” Chris asked “who drank my half empty Pepsi can earlier today?” You proudly raised your hand and shouted “me!” Chris shouted “WHAT?!” You laughed “karmas a bitch, Topher! Your fault for eating my donuts bitch!” Chris was going to lunge back into the back seats again. But Matt pulled his belt and tugged him back into his seat. Nick laughed “ooo Matt the ref is out everyone!” Matt nodded “cause I don’t want these two idiots to mess up the car.” Chris playfully crossed his arms and pouted. You held up your pointer finger “I win, I win!” Chris gasped “nuh uh! I’m so getting you when we get home, watch your back, Y/n/n!”

You gasped “oh my god! I forgot to put our cupcakes in the fridge!” You giggled as the guys gasped. Nick shouted “what?! The frosting is probably all over the fucking counter!” You all laughed “my bad! I forgot! Chris was rushing me!” “What?! You blaming me?!?” “Yeah I am, dumbass, you kept calling me and telling me to hurry my ass up!!”

You grabbed the Pepsi from the console, opening the lid and taking a few sips. You then looked at the logo colour, it was blue. You spoke “whoops, my bad.” Chris turned to look at you “did you just drink, MY drink?!” You defended “I didn’t know!! I just saw the logo and drank it!” Chris laughed “dude!! Yours is literally by Nick how can you get confused??” You shrugged “my bad…” you put the drink back in the console. Then drinking your own Pepsi.

You finally got back on track of the video’s actual content. You held Nick’s phone and asked “what’s it like living with Y/n?” Nick spoke first “the best, honestly, like she’s an all in one, ya know? Friend, sister, partner in crime, legit, everything you can think of, Y/n can do.” You smiled.

Chris replied “she’s the best sister we could all ever ask for, she legit grounds us, so much. Also the best person to talk to, like on the down, she’s your wing woman, for real.” Matt nods “agreed, like you can go to her for anything and she can help you, also she’s great at adjusting to people social interaction, like she’s a ‘go with the flow’ type of person. Like if you’re quiet, she’ll be quiet. If you’re loud, she’ll match your entry to a tee.” You smiled “awww you cuties, thanks! Love ya guys!” They all say in almost synch “love you too!”

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[romana-after-dark]

Rooms on Fire: Something In The Night

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader

Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist

Spotify playlist

Summery: The past is revealed.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

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"Well, nothing is forgotten or forgiven When it's your last time around Well, I got stuff running 'round my head That I just can't live down When we found the things we loved Were crushed and dying in the dirt We tried to pick up the pieces And get away without getting hurt But they caught us at the state line Burned our cars in one last fight And left us running, burned and blind Chasing something in the night." ~Something In The Night, Bruce Springsteen.

Jonah lit his third cigarette of the day as he walked into the jail block, stumbling a bit as he turned the corner.

“Drunk already, Jonah?” Marcus was here, bright and early. Realistically, Marcus should have the head of the guard position, and Jonah had said as much but Beatriz said absolutely not. She knew she had Jonah under her thumb. Jonah tried to explain Marcus was trustworthy, that he wouldn’t do anything to endanger his daughter, but nothing.

“In my defense, it’s the same drunk as last night.” He flopped in is chair, pulling his hat over his eyes and crossing his arms as he leaned back. You’d think being Gods special fuck toy and being forced to participate in all night orgies meant not having to work in the morning, but somehow, it didn’t.

Marcus gave a sympathetic hum, but didn’t dwell on it. As much as Marcus knew Jonah hated, fucking hated the orgies, he knew he didn’t want to talk about it. Jonah had seen things he never wanted to, seen the 4 boys he’s known most of their lives having sex, sometimes with each other. It’s disgusting, and he tries not to see it.

Sometimes, as he’s having sex with Beatriz, a woman who forced him into sexual slavery and had his wife killed, who tried to have his daughter killed and hangs her safety over his head every day, he thinks it’d be better if he was dead. If he drank until he couldn’t anymore and fell asleep and never woke up. If he took out his shaving razor and sliced himself open.

But then there was Iris. He couldn’t leave her, Beatriz would almost certainly punish her. Right now, she was doing well. Training to be a house mother, which she liked, compared to other things. Beatriz was talking about marrying her to Frank, which was the last fucking thing Jonah wanted for his girl, to bring her into this house built on burnt carcasses and seal her fate. Jonah survived her for 20 years because he was compliant. Iris’s mouth would lead to her death.

So, for Iris, Jonah trekked on, getting by with obscene amounts of booze and sex. And Marcus. Marcus made the days bearable, long stretches where he could see Iris, longer times where she wouldn’t talk to him. Iris thought he cheated on her mom with Beatriz, that he had some grand roll here, and Jonah couldn't explain the truth. How could he tell his daughter that he’d been so pathetic to let this happen to him for 20 years?

“Jonah.”Marcus’s voice brought him back, a soothing low timber that always calmed Jonah’s nerves. Marcus was a man of few words, but his presence was a comfort. There was something comforting about him, something that put everyone around him at ease. He had a girl he loved too. Marcus’s wife died a few years ago, resulting in the girl being moved to the girls dormitories early, but that was longer than what Jonah had with Iris. All of 2 days alone before his infant was taken away and Jonah moved into the mansion permanently. Marcus adored his daughter, and she adored him in turn. He was a good dad, visiting as often as he was allowed, often finding reasons to go to the girls dormitory so he could “just happen to” run into her. When they did, she’d run up to him squeezing “daddy!!!!” and Marcus would scoop her into his arms. If Jonah saw Iris, many times she’d walk the other way. It depended on her mood.

“Sorry…” Jonah mumbles. “Kinda in my head.”

Marcus hums, sipping his coffee as well. “C’mon. Delilah is moving in in an hour.”

*

Unfortunately for Jonah, Will’s fiance was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen in his life. When the courtship started and Delilah made a near daily appearance at the mansion, Jonah tried to stamp down the festering feelings in his stomach. She was sweet, a bright patch in the dreary world, and she treated him like an actual person. When her eyes were on him, he felt more than when Beatriz went down on him. Sparks he only felt while… well, while with Marcus, but that was different. Marcus was his friend, of course.

Delilah was someone Decon Tom introduced to Will, or rather, brought to his attention. She was devout, angelic, innocent beauty,

It all began as most bad things did for him, in the kitchen getting a snack. Delilah walked in, a skimpy little night dress and looking so, so pretty.

“Hi.” She smiles at him, making Jonah blush. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Ever since she moved in, Jonah’s been keeping his distance. It’s safer that way. He blushes and looks down at the bread he’s buttering, shaking his head. “I think it’s best.”

A step closer. “But I miss our late night talks…” 

“I don’t… I don’t think those are appropriate…”

Another. She’s next to him now, the heat of her body warming the chill of anxiety through him. This was dangerous. This was bad.

Very fucking bad.

Not bad enough to stop though.

When Delilah’s hand touched his back, it was all over for him.

For months they carried out their affair, sneaking in fuck sessions between wedding planning and Will making her scream loud enough Jonah could hear, forcing jealousy to bubble in his stomach because she always had to stifle her moans with him, hushed orgasmed pressed into pillows, bites marks for something to latch onto to. She was perfect. It started as somewhere to relieve the tension that had been building from- no one in particular, certainly not the bear of a man sitting across from him right now, staring him down.

“You need to get your shit together, Hanson.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Then why did I see Delilah leaving your room at 3 am?”

Jonah blushed, but in his slightly drunken state, he couldn’t help but find it a little funny. Was Marcus jealous? 

“Why do you care?”

Marcus slammed his hand down on the table, anger mixed with something a little more… desperate, on his face. “This is serious Jonah! We’re trying to do something here!”

Jonah narrowed his eyes at that, shoes squeaking against the cheap linoleum floors. “What the fuck do you mean?”

With a big sigh, Marcus pinched his brow. “I need you to listen to me very carefully. Things are… going to change. Tom and I are planning something, and we need you to be a part of it. We can’t do this without you.” He looks up, brown eyes connecting directly with Jonah. “We’re killing Beatriz.”

The ensuing conversation devolved into an argument. Jonah didn’t have any loyalty to Beatriz, but there was no part of him that thought they could pull this off. So what if they killed her? Jonah had considered killing her many, many times over the years, but if she was dead, the hydra would grow 4 new heads. If they somehow managed to kill all 4 brothers, there were many still loyal to the Garcia family.

“You have to think of Iris, Jonah!” Marcus called after him as Jonah began to walk away, but this made him whip around to face his friend.

“I am!” He shouts. “Every fucking thing I do is for her! You think I wanna live like this? You think I enjoy those orgies and Breatiz using me every night? You think I like watching all this violence and the boys I’ve known since kids turn into monsters? No! But if I act out, she’ll kill her!” His voice cracks, eyes pleading for understanding. “She can’t suffer because of me, Marcus… Iris… is better than all this.”

Marcus’s shoulders relax, voice softening as he tries to convince him. “Jo, I know you’re scared. You don’t think I’m worried about my girl getting blowback? But, man I just- you gotta see what’s going on here. You really want Iris married to Morales? Is that what you want?”

“No! I- fuck, Marcus. It could be worse. Frank is a good guy-”

“He’s got no backbone, if she marries him she’ll be subjected to everything the others want! She’ll be raped and beat, just like Delilah!”

“SHUT UP!!!” With that, he was gone.

That night, Jonah was called to Beatriz’s room. This wasn’t unusual, but an itch was still in his head that something was overheard. That he was in trouble. That Marcus was. If Beatriz knew anything, she didn’t say. Instead, she had him pressed up against the wall, grinding her body on him.

“Come on, where;s your head at? You aren’t even kissing me, baby.” Beatriz complains, touching and kissing his lean body. 

Jonah tries to get into it, to slip away into his head, escape his body and not exist anymore as Beatriz pulled Jonah’s shirt over his head. Her touch was harsh, a burning grip but after 20 years she knew how to make him feel good. It wasn’t the touch he wanted, but it was what he had, so he took it. Beatriz fucked him with a strap on, Jonah’s hands gripping the sheet and feeling out of body. 

Some days, he could pretend it was something else. When things were going good, he could almost fool himself into believing he was in love. Beatriz was beautiful, and there was a reason she could build such a massive following. She had a way with people, a charisma Jonah couldn’t deny. Sometimes, he would feel they were a family, that Santiago, Frankie, Will, and Ben were their kids and things were good. 

Then he’d be at an orgy, and he can hear the boys he raised having sex.

Then Beatriz would fly off the handle, maybe because of coke or booze or just another manic episode.

Then they’d watch somebody burn alive while members of the cult danced to their screams.

Then Jonah would end up with his arm broken or a knife in his arm. 

Then he’d hear Frankie having sex with Santi, or Ben, and he’d have to try and stop then from hearing each other or keep Beatriz away from the rooms. Homosexuality wasn’t frowned upon in the same way it had been before, it wasn’t a sin, but it was considered unnatural. Something that was more or less harmless for fun (the orgies were a bisexual shitshow) but you weren’t supposed to be in love. Sex, marriage, it was intended for procreation.

In post-sex coitus, Jonah could push all this away. He could hold a beautiful woman in his arms and focus on the orgasmic bliss they’d shared. Beatriz hadn’t hurt him, this time.

“I think we should officially announce Iris and Frankie’s engagement tomorrow. Call a special assembly.”

After over 20 years of having to keep calm in these situations, Jonah’s blood pressure remained steady. Beatriz rested her head on his chest, after all. Sometimes Jonah wondered if that was on purpose.

Jonah thought back to everything he’d endured in this house, all the death and people beaten bloody he’s witnessed. A house full of sins and ghosts. Iris, she couldn’t be here. She would be subjected to the orgies that were just gang rape if you weren’t about it. She would have to walk the glass floors Jonah tiptoed on every day trying not to set off Beatriz. She’d be prime real estate for Santi and Ben, those little gremlins who took after their mother.

He couldn’t do that to her. He couldn’t make her live like he had, a sex slve to the powerful.

“Yeah, I think we should.”

*

Marcus was having a picnic with his daughter in the field. It was his day off, and was spending every single minute with her. She a shy little thing so different from Iris. Iris was born without fear, Screaming to the world and she never stopped, not once. It was a miracle she was alive. Marcus’s kid was different. Subdued much like him, quiet, except for her tantrums. Jonah had never gotten to know her, he never could, much like Marcus had never gotten to know Iris. Outside of work, they didn’t spend much time together, they couldn’t. The less weaknesses to be exploited, the better. Hell, Jonah had even managed to convince Beatriz that he didn’t have much attachment to Iris, that Santi and Frankie, who he’d known since infanthood, were more important to him than his daughter. This was at the expense of Iris believing it too.

Marcus, however, loved the little girl he rescued. His adopted daughter was the entire world to him since his wife died, and he doted on her every chance he got. The child was considered a problem by most people, prone to meltdown and screaming when things didn’t go her way. This had gotten better the older she got, able to control those emotions better, but had resulted in her being very insecure. She was 12 now, and had no friends. The other girls called her weird. Marcus said she was just quiet.

This place would eat her alive.

When Marcus saw him watching, he frowned, telling something to his daughter. She looked at him with curious eyes, but said nothing as MArcus approached, out of earshot.

“What are you doing?” Marcus asked, a mix of annoyance and concern. People weren’t supposed to know they were friends. 

Jonah’s eyes never left the girl. “I’ll do it. For her. For Iris.”

A moment of silence. “We’re doing this for you too, Jonah.”

*

It was Jonah’s job to get her away. The bedroom, of course, was secure, so Jonah was supposed to take her to a room where he was going to have a surprise for her. Tom would kill her, while other guards who’ve turned kill the four boys, framing Santi’s death as a suicide. Jonah tried to argue against Frankie’s death, but Marcus said he was too loyal, too dangerous. Delilah, Will’s fiance, would be announced by Decon Tom as the heir, and she would slowly dissolve the cult into a democracy. 

That was the plan, of course.

But when Jonah closed the door the room, leaving Beatriz wide-eyed and scared as Tom approached, he had the sinking feeling it wouldn’t be that easy.

And it wasn’t.

Marcus had underestimated Ben’s insanity on coke, what he’d do to protect his family. Naked and high as a kite, Ben acted as a Berzerker and went feral, tearing a guard apart who’d tried to kill Frankie. He literally tore out his throat with his teeth. Will was more rational, remaining calm in crisis as he fought off others, while Frankie and Santi grabbed the hidden guns, because of course they brought guns to an orgy. Everyone was killed, traitors and guest, not knowing who was there to distract them.

After leaving Beatriz to die, he found Delilah, begging her to run away, that they can find Iris and just fucking run. He’d protect her, he’d finally protect them both. 

Then Will and Ben, frantic and anxious, burst in the room to find Will’s fiance kissing Jonah, and it was all over.

Delilah was shot before Jonah could even move, square in the forehead as she gasped. Will wasn’t supposed to be alive. Now she wasn’t either.

*

Jonah walked into the dark jail room, several cells filled with people found complicit in the attempted uprising, in the death of the Divine Mother, the attempted assasination of the gods. Today was execution day, and first on the docket was Marcus.

The older man opened his eyes as he lay on the bench too small for his large body. In his 50’s, Marcus was a force to be reconned with, and could take Jonah easily in hand to hand. Unfortunately for him, Jonah had a gun.

No one could prove Jonah had anything to do with the uprising, and only Marcus, Tom and Delilah knew. Delilah and Tom were dead, and Marcus, of course, didn’t give anything in. Even under the torture Will delivered, he didn’t incriminate Jonah, even though thats what Will was looking for.

Will Miller wanted him dead, but Santiago was torn. Santi was absolutely batshit insane, but he did care about a few people. His brother, for one, his mom, and to some extent, Jonah. He knew he should have him killed as well, but held onto sentimentality. Jonah was the only dad he’d ever known. Like an angel and a devil, Will and Frankie argued Jonah’s fate until Santi made his decision.

“I’m sorry, Marcus. I’m really fucking sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Marcus grumbled in turn, grunting as he sat up.

But Jonah was desperate, anxiety filling him day after day after day, a stumble to his steps from constantly drunkenness, a pain in his heart he couldn’t handle. He’d lost Delilah. He was losing Marcus. And worst of all now, Iris was going to suffer. “I’m gonna protect her. Your little girl, I’ll keep an eye on her, make sure she’s safe, she’s happy, I’m gonna do right by you-”

“You can’t, Jo.” Marcus stood up, wrapping his large, thick hands around the bars. His eyes were intense on Jonahs. His face held a weariness showing his age. “No one can know you have any connection to her, or it’s gonna backfire, you know this.”

“But-”

“What’s happening to Iris, hm? How’s she being punished? I know she is.”

A tightness filled Jonah’s chest, crushing guilt, a fear there was nothing he could do to fix. He couldn’t even protect his own daughter, nonetheless someone else’s. “She’s… moving into the house. She’s gonna be the maid, cook, all that…”

Marcus nodded. “She’s be used to control you. I can’t have that happen to my girl.”

Tears were rare for Jonah. He’d lost the ability years ago, but there was burning behind his eyes. “I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t be alive. I should turn myself in-”

A strong grip pushed through the bars, holding his shirt. “You need to fucking get it together, Jonah. I’m going to die, but those girls don’t have to. More innocents don’t have to! You’re gonna be close here, you still have power. That little prick loves you. Use that, find another way to end this!”

But Jonah didn’t want to. Jonah wasn’t a doer, he wasn’t a leader. He was a soldier. He couldn’t plan an uprising, anything he did would leader to his daughter’s death and the death of many more, like it did this week.

“I’m sorry.” Jonah repeated, and Marcus sighed, pressing his face to the bars. Jonah did the same, seeking comfort through a rare touch that wasn’t pain.

“It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s okay.”

After delivering Marcus to the pyre and giving his hand one quick squeeze, Jonah took his place. The close you were to the person being killed, the closer in the circle you went. The boys didn’t know Marcus was his best friend, but Jonah did work with him, as he did majority of those being executed today. This would not be his last dance. 

Deep in the circle, Jonah saw her. The young girl Marcus did all this for, a child forced to dance at her fathers death. Marcus tried to stay quiet, trying to make it easier for his girl, but soon he became to scream, and the girl danced harder. She desperately tried to show her loyalty, the only way to keep herself safe, to dilube herself into believing her dad was a traitor to God herself.

And she danced.

And he danced.

And then he avoided her for ten years.

*

He was going to kill Benjamin Miller. 

All rational was gone, all understand of taking it slow or requesting help, making a plan, or escaping with Iris was gone. It didn’t matter, all he saw was red. Ben was raping her. His baby. His daughter. There was no way in this planet that Iris would cheat on Rey, especially not with Ben of all fucking people. She was being forced.

When he burst into the amory, Ben wasn’t there. But Will was.

“WHERE THE GODDAMN FUCK IS YOUR BROTHER!”

This, of course, ended poorly for Jonah. He was bested, considering his gun had been revoked, and Will as always armed, leaving Jonah on the floor staring down the barrel.

“I see you found out, huh?”

“That your brother is a rapist? Yeah. I did, you sick fuck!” Jonah shouts, but Will rolled his eyes.

“Don’t play dumb, old man. You knew what he was.”

“No, I-”

“You knew damn well. Yeah, most women fell on their knees for him, but I think you knew he forced his way through more than a few times. It’s hard to say no to a god. Melody, remember her? The assasination? You know damn well why that happened. You only care now because it’s Iris.”

A pause. “That’s not fucking true.” But it didn’t have the conviction he needed it to have.

“Lets cut the shit.” Will bent down, gun still on his face ready to blow. “I have a deal for you.”

*

Jonah was going to be sick. He was drunker than belief, as drunk as he could get without blacking out. It was the only way he was going to get through this.

“Make her scream.” Those were his instructions. “Just make her scream, I’ll come in and save her, beat the shit out of you so she thinks you’re dead. Then, you and Iris can leave.”

Will wanted to scare you. To make you distrust the outside world, only trust him and his brothers. He didn’t want to have to worry about you and Reyansh, or any other man. He didn’t want to have to fear you walking down the halls, again and again and again. You weren’t the smartest sometimes, naive, so he wanted you to understand the danger of others. Ironic, considering your skin was mangled from Santiago.

It was for Iris. It had to be for Iris. he had to put is guilt aside and make you think he’s going to rape you. 

“Do whatever you need to do. Touch her, hit her. Fuck, if you need to actually get inside her, just do it. Whatever it takes.”

“You’re disgusting. You’re willing to let me rape your wife, a 22 year old girl just to teach her a lesson?”

“It’s for her own good, Hanson. Now, you’re trying to kill my brother, so maybe it’s Iris I really need to scare?”

He wouldn’t rape you. He wouldn’t hit you. He wasn’t even going to touch you anywear untoward. When you refused to scream, he asked why and your response broke his heart. You didn’t want them to kill him. He should have cut a different deal with Will. Iris could leave with Rey, and Will could actually kill him. He’d wanted to for years, Jonah knew. Everyone is happy. Except you, probably, left alone with a house of psychopaths. But he had to think of Iris. She was here because of him. She was being punished because of him. If Jonah didn’t do this, she’d die because of him.

He stumbled in the kitchen, where he knew you’d be, dressed in a skimpy nightgown because everything else bothered your skin. Your belly was full, swelling out far enough it pushed out the fabric of your dress. 

“Jonah-oh- I… was gonna take you up on the pancakes…”

we're close to the end!!!!!

Sorry it was so late. I had soooo much riters bloc and ima sayits not my best chapter, which is a shame because I saw it all so clear in my head listening to something in the nigh by bruce back in the spring ;-; I tried my best!!!!!

Well, now that we all see why jonah did what he did, what do we think?

Anyway if yall like tis, you migh like my new series, our gentle sins, which is dark logan howlett!

thank you all so so so so much for reading!!!!! i know im slow at writing sometimes esp if something pulls my focus, but thank you.

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[withlove-angel]

⚠️warning: platonic love, heartbreak

Love?

Buggy was inside of a bar with his crew, being upset and watching his crew have fun. He had no idea what he was upset about but he was a bit moody.

"Hey barkeep can I get a beer over here or something? What the hell's the hold up?!" Buggy yelled. He was more impatient and a pain in the ass.

The barkeeper managed to hand his order, its a busy day for the ones who work on this bar...

Buggy's eyes widened as he saw y/n. He had left her sleeping on the ship...

His girlfriend walk closer to him "buggs" she rest her hands on his shoulderas her boobs press against his back "on the bar again?"

Buggy was speechless, turned his face to her. "Hey Angel" He sounded upset.

"Whats the matter?" The girl had a worried face on. He is still not used to someone caring about him, it make him feel uncomfortable

The clown still looked annoyed "Oh nothing" Buggy muttered before sighing. He took his drink and took it down in one gulp.

She place her hand on top of his hand that is holding his cup, taking away from his lips "its not nothing if you are upset about it" she say sweetly, trying to help him even when look like he dont want her close.

Buggy tried to smile at her, but his face cant hide how annoyed he is. "It's nothing, y/n" He said harshly, his hands making a strong sound as he olac them on th table he is sitting "I don't feel like talking." He sighed and looked away, his leg shaking, his breath smelling a strong scent of alcohol.

She kiss him sweetly on his cheeks, trying to light his mood but only reciving his eyes rolling "im not gonna force you to talk... but... please dont take your frustration on the alcohol..."

Buggy blushed a bit, y/n dont know if it was because of the kiss or because he is slightly drunk, but then sighed again. He didn't want to say how he really felt. He put down the cup and the bartender filled it again with beer. Buggy kept his mouth shut and took a big sip.

"Buggy" she glare at him. He knows how much she hate when he takes his frustration on alcohol as he always did before meet her. This make her feel useless, she just wanted to help him...

"What!?" Buggy snapped at her. He was starting to get heated up. He was staarting to feel his blood boiling. "Just leave me alone! You just piss me off, i don'tneed you!" He growled and turned his back to her.

"Fine" she say upset "but dont say no one care about you when you were the one who snaped me away"

The captain scoffed and rolled his eyes. He drank all of the beer in his cup and pounded it on the table."Whatever," He mumbled and then tried to ignore y/n, and the tears that started to roll down her cheeks as she start to leave the bar... He just hurted the fisrt person that loves him for who he is in all his life...

For some reason e couldn't ignore y/n now. He turned around and saw her tears. He felt guilty but he still wouldn't apologize with sincerity. "Fine, I'm sorry" He said, rolling his eyes again.

She look at him like he just did something terrible... she never looked at him like that, her sweet look that he deny but he loves, wasn't there anymore. She leave the bar, letting him alone with his crew.

Buggy took another sip from his beer and he felt even more upset now than he did before. He couldn't stop thinking about how he hurt her. He knew y/n was the first person to truly love him, so maybe he should be nicer to her. That was a difficult thought to accept. He thought about y/n for a while and then decided to look for her. He walked out of the bar and tried to find his upset girlfriend.

He finded her crying her heart out on the beach next to where his ship is.

Buggy approached a crying y/n and he kneeled down next to her. He felt bad for making her cry. He then put his hand on her shoulder and started patting it. "What's wrong, Angel?" He asked her, sounding more concerned.

"I love you buggy... i really do... i gave up my old life to live with you on the sea... but i don't feel that you like me... you treat me like...like trash" she finally say

"Angel" Buggy sighed. He knew she loved him, but he didn't know how to love her back. His life had always been about himself. He didn't like anyone. "I love you too" He said, but he didn't sound that genuine. Buggy could see how heartbroken she was now, really because how sad her eyes had became.

He felt bad for her now. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. He was confused about his feelings, he was always rude with everyon, its weird not being like that "Look, I said I love you, okay? I don't know what else you want me to do" He scoffed. "I said I love you. Happy now?"

She shakes her head, looking at his face while tears fall down, hugging herself as she bend her body away from his "you love me buggy? You really do?" She don't believe a word that he said. It hurted buggy, more then he imagined...

"Yeah! Of course, I do. What else do you want from me?" Buggy frowned and turned to her. "I said it already, and yeah, I do love you. Okay? So stop crying and bitching about it. Its not a big deal" He sighed. It was like he really wasn't trying to comfort her in anyway. He didn't want to put any effort into apologizing to y/n.

She shakes her head stop looking at him, she start thinking and it scared Buggy more than he wants o admit. She always was so open to him, even when he didn't want to, he didn't like it... or it was what he thought...

"Angel, look at me" Buggy grabbed harsly and turned her head to face him, leavinga red mark on her cheeks. "I said I love you, alright? I'm not really good at this, but I'm trying. You really need to stop crying now. I can'tbare a cry baby" He sighed and let her go, pushing her face away .

"Im tired" she say, pressing her hand on her cheeks as it is hurting "tired to dreaming that one day you will love me back as much as i love you" she say as she is finding the conclusion of something. Buggy eyes hiden, his legs start to shaking. He know he dont love her as much as she loves him... but she wont leave him right? She loves him... she wont leave... right?

->part2

[tigertofu]

HIIII IM LITERALLY OBSESSED W YOUR WORK LIKE OMFG KEEP IT UP <3 Can you write trevor x shy! chubby/fat reader smut 😼

hi hiiii !! i could not have asked for a better first nsfw request than this one 😭😭 i had SO MUCH fun with this prompt........ trevor/shy, chubby girl is licherally my specialty so tysm for sending it in 💕💕💕!

i have got to start remembering to add gifs to these posts......

pairing: chubby and shy fem reader/Trevor

summary: One night, the raunchy pickup lines of a strange man lure you from the bar you two met in to his trailer. Your nerves make your attempt at hooking up a bit difficult at first, but he knows just how to put your mind at ease.

cw's: explicit smut

wordcount: 2,747

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“C’mon, sugar. Don’t get shy on me now.”

Your eyes darted up to meet those of the man who’s lips you’d just unlocked your own from. But even in the dim of his cluttered room, you couldn’t meet his gaze. It was so intense it felt like it would burn straight through your retinas. 

“S–Sorry,” you muttered, staring at the cover of a porn mag on his crumpled comforter. A blonde woman in a red bikini, her long limbs perfectly posed, her stomach flat beneath the hint of ribcage under her impossibly round, perky breasts, graced the cover. The apprehension in your stomach quitched. You wondered if, despite Trevor’s interest in getting you out of the Yellow Jack and into his trailer the moment you acquiesced to his raunchy pickup lines, that was the type of woman he was into.

He groaned beside you. Flopped down with his back against the headboard of his bed.

“And stop fucking apologizing,” he said, tugging at the back of your shirt. You relented and scooted yourself back to sit beside him. 

You knew the “sorry”’s were getting repetitive at this point. You’d squeaked one when you’d tripped over an empty pizza box on the way to his bed and caught yourself against him. You’d murmured another when you’d miscalculated which way to tilt your head when he’d first gone in for a kiss, causing the tips of your noses to bump against each other. 

“I’m—” Your sentence got cut off by him reaching over to fondle one of your breasts. The warmth of his calloused palm seeped through your shirt and bra. Your nipple, which had perked up to attention the second his mouth had come down on yours a few minutes earlier, rolled beneath his hand. You made a whimpering sound in the back of your throat before refinding the strength to breathe out: “I–I’m just kinda nervous is all.”

“Nervous? Why?” He cupped your tit from below now, lifting it away from your chest, feeling out its weight and the way the soft flesh conformed to his hand. “You scared? ‘Cuz I promise I’m not gonna hurtcha, sweetheart. Unless you want me to. Orrr… Maybe you’d wanna hurt me? I’m always down for any of that kinky shit.”

“I–I don’t know why,” you huffed. As you spoke, Trevor’s free hand snaked its way to your thigh. He gave it an experimental squeeze. “I just am.”

But you did know why. It was the same type of shyness that dewed your forehead with sweat and cinched your vocal chords shut, making your words shaky, whenever you found yourself in an intimate situation. Anxiety that you’d do or say something awkward. That your partner wouldn’t like what they found underneath your clothes. It had increased tenfold the usual tonight though, because you’d found yourself here, in the bed of a man with years more experience than you, who you’d already sensed had a hair–trigger temper.

Trevor didn’t catch onto your lie, thankfully. 

The hand on your thigh nudged upwards, leveraging your legs apart by a few inches. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he cooed against the side of your head. His breath, malty with the half dozen beers he’d drank at the Yellow Jack while trying to woo you, curled warm against the shell of your ear. “Just relax… Relax and let Uncle T take care of ya.”

The nickname made your stomach roll over itself. In a bad way or a good way, you couldn’t be sure. Maybe both. What you were sure of, was that the moment Trevor finished with undoing the zipper of your jeans, he would find a pair of panties that’d already been soaked through with excitement. 

A rolling growl came out of him when he made this little discovery. 

“Nervous but wet as hell,” he said, clearly proud of himself for eliciting this reaction. 

He squeezed your sex, testing the plushness of the area. The wetness spread underneath the cotton of your panties. You let out an airy moan. 

With one hand still shoved down your pants, he moved to tug at the neckline of your shirt with his other. 

“How about we get all these pesky clothes off, eh?” he crooned.

“W–Wait,” you suddenly cried, grabbing his wrist. 

He jerked his head away from its spot beside yours. Flashed you an annoyed glare. You swallowed. 

“I… Can I… I–Is it okay if I keep my shirt on?” 

Trevor guffawed with sheer disbelief, as if you’d just told him to forget all the flirting and the brief makeout session you’d already shared, you’d actually changed your mind about fucking and would rather just watch a movie together.

“Why the fuck would you wanna do that?” he asked gruffly. “C’mon. I wanna see those tits bounce while I’m fucking you.”

“I’m…” Worried you won’t find me attractive. Worried you’ll say something mean. Worried you’ll change your mind about doing this. “…Nervous.”

He continued his confused glare. You ducked your head down, staring again at the porn magazine by your foot. A painful, silent minute spun out. Then, Trevor clicked his tongue against his teeth. 

“Listen to me. You are sexy as hell. You know that?” he said, his voice more low and even than it’d been a moment ago. You felt a bit embarrassed that he’d caught on to your need for validation, but overwhelmingly glad that he was freely giving it.  “The, ah, ancient peoples… Greeks or Romans or whatever… They used to make statues of Venus—y’know, the goddess of fucking—with your type of figure.”

You glanced up at him. “Really?”

“They sure as shit did. Know why? ‘Cuz they had good taste. They knew that the more a woman has, the more there is to love.” He grabbed at your tits again, this time manhandling as much as he could with just one hand. “I mean—look at these puppies! And you’re so fucking soft… All over. Christ. I could just eat you right up, sugar.”

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, feeling your cheeks warm. Nobody had ever complimented you like this before. It felt good. It felt genuine.

It didn’t feel quite good enough to quell your shyness, though.

You bowed your head again and watched your hands worry at the hem of your shirt. Trevor let out a harsh sigh as you retreated back into yourself.

Suddenly, he let go of you and clambered out of bed. You looked up and watched as he stumbled over the same pizza box you had earlier, which made you giggle a bit. The giggle stopped when he reached for the fly of his jeans the second he was on his feet and, in one hard yank, pulled them and his briefs down. Your head snapped back to the familiar sight of your own lap. There was a moment of clothing rustling as he stripped himself.

“Look at me,” he said firmly once he was finished.

By the sound of his voice, you expected to see another glare pinching his features when you followed his command. But he was actually smirking. You tried to keep your eyes pinned to his, but they were far too intense and you were far too flustered. So, you let your gaze schlep down his bare body as he stood before you, restlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his arms outspread in presentation. 

Your attention caught on certain parts. His broad chest covered in a smattering of dark hair. The hard muscle filling out his shoulders. The way his waist tapered slightly inwards. A couple–inch–long scar just below his left ribs. His lean but not entirely flat stomach. The trail of hair that started just above his navel and ran down to—

You flicked your attention back up, settling on the ridge of his collarbone.

“Your turn now, princess,” he purred. “Don’t you know it’s weird to be the only fully–dressed person in a room?”

You looked him in the face and gave him a smile now.

“I… Well. O–Okay.” You added, a bit more demurely: “If you help me.”

“Atta girl,” he muttered, stepping up to the edge of the bed again. 

He grabbed at the hem of your shirt and tugged up, encouraging you to straighten your arms over your head. 

Being undressed by him was oddly comforting. The way he struggled with unclasping your bra and unzipping your jeans, growling curses at himself as his fingers slipped in his excitement, made you feel wanted. Desired. Needed. He grabbed random palmfuls of the softest parts of your body as he went, kneading them with shaky appreciation. 

After he’d hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down and off of your legs, he paused for a moment. Standing over you as you sat on the edge of his bed, he drank in the full sight of your naked body. His dilated pupils jittered as they traced your soft curves.

“Look at you.” There was hunger in his voice, the corners of his mouth rising into another predatory smirk. You closed your eyes and tilted your chin to your chest, bashfully smiling. “Even fucking better than I imagined.”

A hand cupped your chin. Your head was thrown back and suddenly, his mouth was on yours again. 

He shoved his tongue against yours. Breathless groaning leaked out from between his lips. You tasted them; drank in his desperate exhales and the bitterness of smoked cigarettes and downed beers and burned crystal. Part of you knew you should be disgusted. The other part, which was quickly ballooning into not just a part but a whole, told you to enjoy this—to enjoy all of him as he was enjoying all of you.

Before you knew it, you were on your back. He hunched over you, his broad silhouette blocking the weak light of the bare bulb hung from his ceiling. As he got closer, bending further, you felt something hot and hard and slick bump against one of your knees. You reached out blindly as you continued to kiss him, feeling for his erection. Your hand instinctively wrapped around it the moment your fingertips brushed against its head. Heavy and solid and wrapped with surprisingly soft skin, his cock completely filled your palm. You found that it was quite short, too, as you began to lazily pump it. Didn’t matter. Your fingers couldn’t even close all the way around him, he was so thick. A throb that felt both tightening and loosening at once travelled through your sex when you thought about just how far he would stretch you out. 

Trevor hissed against your mouth, his frame suddenly drawing up tight. He bit at your bottom lip; tugged at it and growled around it.

“Fuck the foreplay. I think we’re both plenty ready.”

You murmured an affirmative sound against his lips, and he straightened himself up from you.

This time, you shamelessly admired his whole body as he moved to his bedside table and rummaged around in its drawer for a condom. A trickle of precum had leaked from the bulbous, red tip of his cock. There was a slight curve to his erection that you knew would press against that sweet spot tucked up inside of you just perfectly. It twitched against his fingers as he shakily rolled a condom down its length. 

When he turned to you, he was grinning again. Your lower abdomen felt like it’d been turned to liquid. And as he grabbed you by the hips and yanked your ass to the very edge of his bed, spreading your thighs for himself, you felt that liquid seep from you. You briefly wondered if you’d ever been wetter; quickly decided you hadn’t. 

Trevor reached down between the two of you to guide his cock. You felt him bump up against your sex. He made a few jerking passes up and down your slit, teasing you, nudging maddeningly briefly up against your throbbing clit before going back down to press against your entrance. 

Your mouth dropped open when he finally eased his cock into your pussy. As your body stretched to accommodate him, pain bloomed deep inside you. He buckled forward, planting his hands outside your shoulders. You watched him wince and felt yourself grimacing, as well.

“Fuck,” he hissed through grit teeth. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You tried to say that no, maybe he was just big, but then he canted hips further, fully sheathing himself with a quiet squelch. Your words turned into a mewl. He chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… Thaaat’s it, sugar,” he breathed, straightening himself up again and yanking you even closer to him by your hips, until you could feel his balls pressing warm and soft against your ass. “Make those pretty little sounds for me.”

And then he was fucking you. And it was good. Really good. So good that even if you didn’t want to make “pretty little sounds for him,” they would’ve involuntarily bubbled up out of you anyways.

Every thrust of his hips sent a burst of achey pleasure coursing through your insides. He was so close—perfectly painfully, utterly pleasurably close—to being too thick for you to handle, and yet the generous slick your sex had sopped itself with made it easy for him to piston in and out of you. Each jab into you knocked a grunt from his scarred, parted lips and a wet whimper from your own. 

His pace quickly became messy. Faster. Jagged. You clutched at the threadbare comforter beneath you. Watched, and adored, the faint ripple of hidden muscle flexing and unflexing beneath the fat of his stomach as he fucked you while he watched every tantalizing bounce of your breasts. The heady scent of sex quickly filled the room, mingling with the wet sounds of your bodies smacking against each other, making your head swim.

Just a minute into it, Trevor suddenly drove forward as far as he could. You let out a keening moan as you felt him fully bury himself inside of you, your core on the verge of completely melting down from the sheer goodness of being so incredibly full of him.

“You look so fucking good at the end of my boy,” Trevor growled, moving his hands from the bed to your tits. He greedily filled each hand with one, your plush skin overflowing from the spaces between his fingers. “Like a fucking dream, baby. Shit, shit, shit, I–I love you. I love you so, so fucking much.”

His voice warbled over the sentiment. He began to thrust again, going hard, his movements shallow but primal, keeping his cock almost entirely buried inside of you. Itching, hot tension moved through your guts. You threw your head back. Reached out and grabbed at his forearms as his hold on your breasts turned crazed and almost painful. Felt the hard muscle under his scar–spattered skin as he held onto you and you onto him. 

As quickly as it’d appeared, the tension inside of you mounted up. Every swing of his hips, every huffed breath, every gravelly groan, inched you closer and closer to a climax that was approaching with reckless abandon. 

“Trevor,” you managed to gasp out. “I–I’m gonna cum.”

“Good, good, g–good girl,” Trevor rasped above you. “C’mon, c’mon. Cum for me; cum all over that dick, sweetness.”

The tension swirled and condensed, cinching up every aching muscle of your pussy. With one drawn–out moan, Trevor thrust into you as deep as he could once more and you came completely undone.

Climax ripped through you. Your back, damp with sweat, arched off the bed. Static burst behind your closed eyes. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock with the strength of a coiled spring shooting out then being pressed down again, over and over. In the white–hot haze of orgasm, you didn’t even notice that Trevor had stopped his thrusting until you felt his cock begin to pulsate right against your sweet spot, milked by the fluttering walls of your sex. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” he whined.

He collapsed atop you once he was finished.

The two of you raced to catch your breaths. For how long, you didn’t know. All you knew was that, with his chest pressed against yours, the sweat of his skin mingling with yours and his cock slowly going soft inside of you, you felt more satisfied than you ever had before.

[girlishwhimsies]

TEEN KAT VALANCE CURTIS HEADCANONS TIME YALLLLLLLLLL

okay first of all she is such a little teen angst girlie like she rivals pony at times tbh…. also punk rocker/riot grrrl kat!!! she is in a little band and sneaks out to play a few towns over at the worst possible venues but she legit has the time of her life ugh. idk what she plays im torn on that y’all can help me pick i fear

someone sent an ask about this yesterday to @qprpbj and it’s all i’ve been thinking about but paul and bev beard relationship/marriage of convenience (bev and brill i still love you i swear and this works with a random soc girl too so it’s personal preference but paul Must be the father) who have a daughter who is kats BIGGESTTTTTT opp like these girls do not like each other. paul’s daughter who is sooo prim and proper and put together meanwhile kat is sooooooo all over the place. anyway they smooch eventually cause i said so AND peril parallels y’all. been thinking about the potential parallels on that allllllll day cause like. cherrycola pulling it out of kat that she was sneaking out and visiting a girl and soda just goes to darry after like this is your talk buddy have fun meanwhile darry does not know what he is there to do 🧍‍♂️anyway she would set paul and darry back up with each other cause i said so

kat also chronically skips school im so sorry soda you reap what you sow and your daughter takes after you in a few too many ways. also she’s dyslexic and has adhd cause i said so <3 she’s sooooo emotionally intelligent tho just like both her parents. she observes soooooooo much of the world too and loves sitting in a public space with her little walkman all quiet listening to joan jett and watching the people around her

kat comes home one day drunk off her ass and the entire house FREAKSSSSSSSSS like why is she being a juvenile DELINQUENT (they all drank at her age and wouldn’t care if she drank around THEM, just not in the WILD) it’s okay she gets the worst hangover of her life the next morning

her fashion sense and makeup is immaculate she’s stunninggggggg i love her so bad. queen of stealing clothes with two bit thrifting! as a kid she would have always given soda makeovers too 😭

[dylanisdazed]

so yall know i got an online job. well its online but its also local and today i had to meet with the boss man. he's like 65.

i went in there late cuz i had the kids and stuff so i waited until parker was home to watch his brothers.

so i walk in his office and he closes the door.

he says you drink? you look like you like to party.

i kinda laugh. like idk what this old man means. im 23. yeah i do like to party.

so i say yeah, i like to drink.

he says what do you drink?

i say pretty much anything but i really like bourbon.

he has glee in his face. "BOURBON! my boy! that's a man drink. that's awesome, it'll put hair on your chest! I've got bourbons I'm sure you've never had."

so he tells me to sit down. he pours half a glass of bourbon in the office. i drink it with him. then he pours another. he asks about my major and my life and i tell him about adam...

he's been married to a woman for 40 years and they have 3 children.

He talks about being a teen in the late 70’s/early 80’s. Honestly the conversation wasn’t too bad but as he talks about all the exploring he did…with marijuana, other drugs…and sex…he shifted his eyes and was staring into my soul.

Then without asking he pours a third drink. And moves over closer to me. I should have just said I didn’t want anymore but there really is something to the whole power dynamic that I just drank it. I felt so uncomfortable. I’m alone with him in his office and he’s got the door closed (no one else was at the office it was 6 pm) and I’m drinking a third glass of bourbon with this guy.

He watches me sipping the bourbon and says “I have to say, you’re a beautiful boy” normally I would be flattered hearing that and I just can’t describe why but it’s like I instantly felt how millions of girls must feel everyday when an old man in power is trying to take advantage of me. But I’m also polite and southern and idk so I smiled and said thank you and to help my nerves finished the drink.

He goes “you must really be a good time Dylan, you can hold your alcohol. I’m gonna have to use this whole bottle on you”

And that’s when I really felt weird and scared. Not to mention I had accidentally left my cell phone in my Jeep.

I sorta laughed and said I’ve got to drive home and I have eaten much today. He goes “Come on we’re just getting started”

I say I really need to go, my kids are waiting on dinner and he replies “you’re just a boy yourself, it’s interesting hearing you say your kids. It makes you even sexier.”

I laugh and say thanks but I need to go. I started to stand up and he put his large hand on my thigh (he’s like 6’5) and sort of held me down.

He said “you’ve got to have at least one more drink with me, an ending drink.” I just felt kinda helpless and didn’t have my phone and I was getting pretty drunk at this point so I said okay. He said “good boy”

He pours a last and stronger drink. I sip it as he stares into my soul and talks about how his wife is in Arizona and he’s pretty lonely and reminiscing on his youth and fun sexual explorations. He put his hand back on my thigh and started rubbing up towards my cock. I feel kinda dumb because I just sat there. I was scared and shocked and drunk.

He told me I had a pretty mouth and began unzipping his pants.

Then. THANK GOD. His office phone rang. He looked defeated. He picks up and I hear his wife. “Why are you still at the office? Your phone pinged you at the office.”

“Yeah honey, I’m just finishing up reports, I’m in no hurry with you out of town.” Blah blah blah

I finish my drink. Stand up and head to the door. I wanted to get out of there while he was still on the phone because I could tell he wouldn’t stop me or say my name while his wife was on the phone. I just turn around and do a wave and pretty much bolt to my Jeep.

I start driving immediately, wanting to get away from him. Then I start bawling. Nothing even really happened and maybe I’m just over dramatic or more innocent than I thought but I felt dirty and scared 😭😭

I’m driving drunk and crying and I called my mom. She tells me to tell Adam and so I do but when I get home Adam is waiting for me and consoles me but…he’s the most calm, gentle hearted person I know and he’s like homicidal angry.

“GIVE ME HIS NAME. IM GONNA KILL THE MOTHER FUCKER”

I’m like no ur not gonna do anything like that…

He’s like I’m waiting outside that office and I’m gonna kill him.

😭 it was kind of scary but also very heartwarming and sorta hot seeing him that way 😂

Anyway……. I’m sorry for the long and poorly written story.

I’m okay and we’re taking care of the matter and Adam is also okay and didn’t kill anyone 😂💚

Thanks for the love and concern.

It’s been hard the last few days because I keep thinking about it and wondering what would have happened if his wife hadn’t called. I can’t help it, but my body starts to shake violently when I think of it. I’m shaking now writing all this. 😭😭

But just know overall I’m okay and things are being handled. 💚💚

I’m not gonna talk about this again, at least not for a long time because it scares me.

Please don’t ask me questions about it. 💚💚 I felt like I owed an explanation though and I appreciate all the concern and well wishes.

Now back to fun Dylie!!!

[jealousjersey]

last night ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ mike schmidt x reader ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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warnings: drunk sex, smut and a little fluff, cum eating, oral (reader receives) creampie

mentions: reader is afab and uses fem pronouns. drunk sex, reader sees mike at a bar and goes home with him. drunk driving, abby is not mentioned. p in v unprotected (wrap it!!) cum eating, mike eats out reader mike gets pussy drunk (obvi), one(1) mention of “y/n” minors dni i have a bat

1.3k wc

you and mike used to work together, knowing of each others existence but never communicating other than “hey” or “what’s up” while passing each other in the hall at the mall.

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it’s 10:23 pm and you just arrived at a random bar your taxi driver suggested to you, you don’t usually drink but you got a promotion at the mall and you wanted to celebrate, even if it was by yourself. you sat alone at the bar, sipping on your mixed drink for about a hour. that is, before the most delicious looking man walked in. mike schmidt.

you had already known him previously, you two never really talked, nothing more than a “hey” or “how’s it going” so you just didn’t mind him. but you always said he was your “work husband” to people who’ve never met him.

mike walks to you and plops down in the bar chair with the cracks in the leather. you don’t want to speak right now but he practically makes you.

“heyyy” he slurs while looking you in your eyes surrounded by dark circles. “hey mike” you reply as you take a shot of everclear.

he looks confused. he was wondering how you knew his name, then he remembers. “oh shit, y/n, what are you doing here you don’t drink” he teases. at first mike just wanted to hit on some girls, just some bootycalls that don’t mean anything to him the text day. but to him, you were different.

mike always had a slight crush on you, even if he just saw you doing your job. he always caught himself staring at you wiping down tables in the food court. and you can’t lie, you’ve always thought he was pretty cute too.

“how’s it going? you know, at the mall?” he says, trying not to fumble his words around as he’s on his 5th drink. “it’s alright, better since you left” you tease. “i know you missed me i saw the way you looked at me im not blind sweetheart” he grins as he sees your face reddening. “hush you’re just drunk mike.” you say back to him as your face flushes. “not drunk enough to not see you blush.” he replies, moving a piece of your hair out of your face.

a few more drinks in and he’s wasted. mike is a fun drunk, a little emotional but fun. his social awkwardness completely goes out the window when he’s tipsy. “i-im go-gonna go no-now” he slurs. “holy shit you’re wasted” you say to him. you can’t let him drive home. “let’s go babe. i’m taking you home.” you say, grabbing his arm to escort him out the bar. you’re tipsy but not too drunk to drive. mike hands you his keys and you lead him to his truck. at this point you’re scared that he’s gonna get alcohol poisoning from how much he drank, mike was the type of guy to drink his liquor straight.

you arrive at his house and help him out of his truck. “you can come in if you want” he suggests. “fuck it” you thought as you nod to him. you walk into his house and you’re surprised at how well he kept it, knowing he was single, worked all the time, and lived alone. mike stumbles to the couch and you follow behind. the first 10 minutes is awkward, not knowing wether to talk to each other, cut on the tv or just sit in silence.

“can i tell you something i’ve been wanting to tell you for a while” mike blurts out. 10 minutes of silence and he leads with this. “yeah of course what is it?” you reply innocently. you know how this is going to end.

“you are so hot” he says confidently. “oh so we’re doing this now?” you say to him as you put your hand on top of his. he turns his hand around and interlocks with yours. you look up as him and lock eyes. “holy shit we are doing this” you thought. mike removes his hands from between yours and leans in to kiss you.

mike is a great kisser. his lips are surprisingly soft with tiny chapped bits around the outside of his lips but it makes sense, it also makes sense that you got a nose full of the smell of alcohol, you know why you expected this. his lips open and invite your tongue inside, a real make out session with mike fucking schmidt.

mike breaks the kiss and you moan unexpectedly. “i’ve wanted to do that since i first saw you.” he whispers as he reaches over to kiss your neck. “me too” you whisper back, voice hoarsed from lack of speaking. mikes lips are soft on your skin spattering kisses and softly sucking your skin into his mouth, leaving bruises. mikes hand travels up your leg “is this okay?” he asks. “yes please don’t stop” you reply, and he doesn’t. mike brings his calloused fingers up to your soaking panties and he shutters at the warmth feeling between your legs.

within 2 minutes he has you almost in pieces, inserting two fingers in and out and curling his fingers upwards to hit your soft spot. mikes surprisingly really good at this considering you never even knew he was sexual. “fuck mike” you exhale softly into his chest.

“fuckk baby i’m gonna cum” you moan out. suddenly mike stops with his fingers. “i want us to finish at the same time baby” he says as you almost go to touch yourself to get yourself off. mike grabs your hand and says “nope not yet pretty girl”

mike unbuttons his jeans and slides them down passing his buldge in his boxers. this makes you exhale and shiver. as mike starts to take off his boxers, you start to take off your shirt and bra, exposing your breasts to him. at this point, mike is mesmerized by your every move. you are all he wants. it feels like the room is 20° colder as your nipples harden.

mikes pants are across the room now. he lays beside you on the couch with his cock exposed. it’s even bigger than you imagined. slightly curved to the left as it’s rock solid. you take your panties off the rest of the way and move your way to his lap, softly sitting down on his cock. he grabs your hips and starts moving your body back and forth on his dick, each hip thrust into you hitting your g spot.

“fuck mike you’re s’good” you slur while becoming more vulnerable to him. you didn’t mind this at all. “you’re taking me so well princess, up and down- fuck yeah just like that pretty baby” he grunts out. you feel his dick twitch inside of you and it makes you cry out for more. “baby i’m close” mike groans into your ear

“cum inside, i’m on birth control. fill me up please” you whimper in his ear. hearing you say that makes him moan louder. this makes him finish inside you, filling you up. you finish shortly after him, having the most intense orgasm of your life and having mike ride it out with you.

“that’s right baby, i’m here” he reassures you as your eyes roll back into your head. “you’re so pretty when you’re bouncing on my cock baby” mike says as he kisses your forehead.

a few moments later he gets you cleaned up. and you ask him the dreaded question. “do you like me or are you just messing around.” you ask, it hurt to think this way.

“what?” he looks offended. “of course i like you. if i didn’t i wouldn’t have just been balls deep inside you baby” he still sounds drunk.

“i really like you mike. i just didn’t want to be a booty call to you.” you say as you move a tear out of your eye. of course you were overthinking. you just got fucked by this guy and now you’re in tears.

“listen. i like you, if you’re okay with it i’d like to take you on a real date. i want to learn everything about you.” he suggests.

“will you go on a date with me” he asks.

“obviously” you roll your eyes as you grin.

he kisses you and leads you to his bed. you decide to sleep over tonight and just be late to work tomorrow. this is all that matters right now.

[schlattslonghairytoes]

chapter seven

talias pov

 iMessage!

kombucha girl🇨🇮

talia romano. why do i have jonathan schlatt in my dms.

he told me u passed out?!?

please tell me youre okay.

hey brit.

oh goodness gracious this better be good.

hows the weather at home, any good?

you think youre funny huh?

youre not.

im fine

ok your texting like a 21 year old man.

ft me right now

incoming Facetime

her words barely register when she speaks that fast. "repeat please im so hungover" she rolls her eyes and keeps talking.

"talia, you know i love you, like more then youll ever know, but please dont leave me in the dark about these things, what happened last night". she finishs her thought  while placing her phone down on our counter and staring at me like i killed her dad. 

"okay. i drank to much last night, and maybe smoked a bit too much and then i passed out, theres not much to it brit." she blinked before continuing.

"that all adds up but why is schlatt the one telling me this." and that question stumped me. 

"ill be honest here. im not sure." and then she moved on.

"okay whatever im done with this convo, next topic! last night i got banned on tikok live because i tagged jason nash 30,000 times.". the Facetime lasted for another 2 hours before britney had to go film. 

i got up and began my day, and waddled my way downstairs to the kitchen to find, tyler playing with a cat, ted laying face down on the couch, maddie sitting on his butt, and finally charlie solving a rubiks cube.

"ok so i have alot of questions". i started to the group. "i dont fucking understand this thing, how does schlatt do this?!" charlie questions while looking at me. 

"ok that answers that question, ted and maddie, do i wanna know?" "my back hurts" ted muffled out. "doesnt... yknow, im done, ty have fun with your cat im getting breakfast." i say while grabbing my keys and getting in the car.

 iMessage!

big booty gamers💰💰

charles chaplin

hey Talia i hear your getting breakfast 

i never said that.

theodore roosevelt

but i did...

oh fuck off

moppy sloppy

can u pick up my starbucks? ❤️❤️

theodore roosevelt

and can u get me a bacon egg and cheese 

🙄🙄🙄

what else do u fatties want

charles chaplin

waffles with nutella??

mr i shit my pants🪩

hashbrownsssssss

schlatt u want anything since aparently im doordash

jshit

nah

ur not gonna eat?

jshit

ill get my own food

im already going out its no biggie 

jshit

lay off alright

ill deal with it myself.

ok im just gonna ignore the attitude. 

be back in 45 with yalls food!

theodore roosevelt

thank u taliaaaaaa

also chat we have to film a vid later

everything is set up just be camera readyyyy

real life!

talias pov

as i return from my treacherous journey of getting everyone food i walk through the door and set all the food down on the table. "FOODS HERE!" and a stampeed of hungry 20 year olds fly down the stairs for their food and immediately start eating like they've never seen food before.

i look around and see schlatt isnt here "wheres jay?" i ask the homosapiens. "i think he went to get food." ugh well i did offer, hes definitely in a mood, whatever he'll move on. "ok what are we filming tonight because i wanted to film something for my channel if i dont have to be in it." i tell ted.

"well i think we were going to film a laugh you lose but you can steal one or two people for your video if u need to." ted says with food in his mouth.

"ohh what are you filming i wanna be in it!" hansum says, also with a mouth full of food. "wow you guys need to learn to chew with your mouths closed. anyways, i was going to film either a roblox video or a blind deaf mute baking challenge but im not sure yet."

the front door creeks open as tyler and charlies hands fly up in sync. "me i wanna!" "wait no i wanna be in it" i roll my eyes and laugh "you can both be in it"

"you can both be in what," schlatt says in the most monotonous voice. "were filming a video tonight for the lunch club but talia is also filming a vid-" 

"ill be in the lunch club one." schlatt nods at ted, without looking at me. like actively avoiding me and my general area. "okay charlie, tyler, you guys film for lunch club and we can film mine after, that sound good to everyone?" a series of yes's fill the room and i go lay on the couch, before turning on the tv to the episode of modern family i was watching.

until jonathan schlatt comes and takes the remote, and turns off the fucking tv. "what the fuck is your problem schlatt?" i stand up and rip the remote back from his hands. "its too fucking loud" "and that means turning it off, why not just ask me to lower it." i say trying to keep my composer. "you're just fucking annoying me talia". 

"and youre a fucking child jonathan." and with that i walk to my room and slam the door.

real life!

schlatts pov

god, what the hell is wrong with me? her little "i love you" last night raised every red flag in my head and now everything in me is telling me to drink, run, scream, and be a huge fucking  dick to her. the worst part, she doesn't remember it, nor did she mean it.

"yo what the fuck was that schlatt?" ted walks up to me, clearly he had overheard all of that, but with how hard talia slammed her door, it was hard not to question what i said.

"what did you say to her?" charlie adds with a tone i don't appreciate.

"guys lay the fuck off okay? it's none of your business what i said." i snark at ted.

"listen dickhead, you dont get to speak to us that way, your one of my best friends but that doesn't give you free liberty to be a jackass, so fuck off and go apologise to talia." ted smacks me over the back of the head before returning to go eat his bacon egg and cheese.

i stand there in disbelief for a moment, i really didnt think ted would do that, ill be honest. but now its making me feel even more like a dick. i do have to apologize to her, fuckkkkk. i stomp my way upstairs to her door and knock twice

"housekeeping?" i say in a high voice.

the door opens slowly and i see her standing there, eyes puffy and slightly red yet full of tears, lips plump, and a red hoodie engulfing her whole body, a hoodie i recognize as my own from high school. "why are you such a dick." she says voice hoarse, wobbly. and for a second i feel my heart crack in two.

"im so sorry talia, i am such a dick, youre right, and its not fair. at all, i just miss you so much, and i feel like we will never have what we did back, and thats all i want. please can we just watch 21 jump street together? like old times? but i understand if thats not in the cards right now i can give you space if-" i rush out before my words get caught off by her arms flinging around my waist. she pulls me in her room and shuts the door and throws me the remote.

"only if we recite all the lines together." she smiles up at me before jumping on her bed.

"what the fuck are you guys supposed to be?" my friend at the time, Alex, asks." alex watch out schlatty over here is in a pissy mood, were Schmidt and Jenko from 21 jump street!" talia jumps in before running over to her friends. "yo have you hit that yet, shes hot as fuck" alex slaps me on the back. "shut the fuck up" i roll my eyes and grab a drink. 

"im serious bro, if ur not into her like that imma have to slide in, cause damn bro. did you hear she gave David a bj! lucky guy right there." oh fuck no.

"listen bro, youre not her type number one, and number two dont fucking talk about her like that, and three she didnt touch david. so stop spreading shit." i feel my jaw clench when he smiles at me

"god youre so in love with her."

[dollivication]

AGGHHHH tumblr sucks so bad cause they’re always deleting my asks

OKAY i didn’t save the ask oh em gee.. i’ll die. OKAY BUT NEPHEW LEONNN.

like he’s a very spoiled brat who is an only child, his parents were well off just like the rest of the family but you lived a less luxurious life because hello.. inflation but also because you were unfortunately childless.

so when leon acted up they often dropped him off at your place and he would make it his soul mission to piss you off so his parents would come get him for bad behavior.

unfortunately for leon his parents decided to go on vacation without him, lying about taking him along so he could pack up his bags. though he would quickly find out it was a lie when they dropped his bags and him off at your place before quickly scurrying off.

leon wasn’t very happy, frowning about it as you tried to coax him into doing something fun while you waited for his parents to come back. but he was just a debby downer the whole time, becoming more and more insufferable as the days went on. until he took it too far and you had enough.

you decided to show him who the actual adult was here.

quickly slipping something into his drink at dinner as he grumpily drank it all. it didn’t take long for him to become sleepy and pliable, mumbling softly about wanting to go to sleep.

you being the sweet caring adult you were decided to help him to bed, but not before non-conning him all night, practically having sex until the sun started to rise before you decided it was enough and he learned his lesson enough to get off of him.

he was left with dried and sticky cum on his lower half, not bothering to clean him up and just leaving him there to think about this lesson.

he wakes up with a new attitude towards you the next morning, actually giving you a hug and a small awkward smile as you slide some food in front of him to eat. :3

🐈‍⬛

(need tumblr to stop cockblocking meee my original was way better and more detailed..)

what if i simply passed away joyfully….. YET ANOTHER 🐈‍⬛NON WIN!!!! IM LITERALLY ROLLING AROUDNNRGHGH oh good gosh…

just something about putting brats in their place, no matter how it’s done…. and said brat being leon??? oh my god…

it would pretty much shatter the little bubble he lives in where he thinks the world revolves around him, ESPECIALLY if you insult him while you overstimulate his cock :( laik all he’s heard his entire life was praise, so to be called names? i reckon he would be sobbing as you force him to be your personal dildo.! (◞‸◟) deserved LOLS

and honestly, you did him a favor! because no other girl in their right mind would have wanted someone as snobby as him, let alone fuck a childish guy like him. and his parents wouldn’t have to send him abroad or some shit to get his behavior corrected. it’s a win win for everyone! (not quite, but let’s ignore that ☆〜（ゝ。∂）)!!

his parents are gonna be pretty surprised at seeing a more reclusive and polite version of himself when they come back from their vacation. they’ll tease him a little, asking if you’d done something to whip him into shape or if you were just that fun to be with—and of course, with a tight grip on your nephew’s shoulder and a knowing look, it’ll prompt leon to tell them the latter ^^

and just maybe, his mom and dad will drop him off with you more often. it’ll be easy to teach leon a bit more. :3c

……i feel very passionately about this……. you are a magnificent critter 🐈‍⬛non… 🩵🩵🩵

[spookyscarysiren]

Thinking about going to a party. Right away i get a drink, or two, to calm the nerves. And maybe one more, just to have something in my hands. i go to mingle and have fun, and i finally start to feel it. nothing much at first, a little warmth in my chest and the anxiety lifting off my shoulders. a girl starts chatting with me, leaning in close to make sure i can hear her in the loud room. as we're talking, hitting it off easily, i realize ive already finished my drink. she raises her cup to my lips pours the liquor into my mouth. she chuckles, and hands the cup off to me. she whispers in my ear "stay right here honey, i'll get us some more." i gulp and obey, and she winks at me as she heads back to the drink table. i can't take my eyes off her. when she gets back and holds the fresh, full cup out to me, i realize i still have her old one. i down it hastily and discard the cup, she smiles. we start talking again, me completely unaware of how drunk im getting. everything just feels so natural. even as my head gets foggy and i start giggling at everything she says. even as touches my arm, and then rubs my arm. im just laughing and answering with complete honesty as starts asking me things. if i like girls, what turns me on, everything. and i just tell her, in between sips she gently reminds me to take. when i stop leaning against the wall it hits me how dizzy i am. i can barely take a step. she immediately reaches out to "steady" me. thats what she says anyway, but one hand crawls up my shirt and the other starts groping my girlcock through my jeans. i giggle and tell her to stop it, but she says she just teasing me, and i laugh some more. she tells me to take another drink. i do. i start getting hard as she touches me, and i start grabbing her back. our hands are all over each other and im way to drunk to think about anyone seeing us. so i let her take my top off. she pushes me against the wall and tells me to finish my drink. i finish it in one gulp and she pushes her full cup into my hand. i swallow it all too. then she grabs my hand and pulls me away, toward the nearest room. its a closet, and she shoves me in. im confused and laughing and horny and barely conscious when she closes the door behind us. we start sloppily making out while she pulls my pants off and hikes up her dress. she barely has too though, its so short. she starts stroking my girlcock as it hardens. she leans up and laughs "you're such a good little whore love, you drank so much i didn't even have to drug you." i dont even register the words. i just moan as she does whatever she wants with me. all night.