#there will always be women in rubber flirting with me

[chthonicrose]

stares at the wall. defying gravity just came on and I don't think I can deal with this while thinking about the divorce

can't I make you understand, you're having delusions of grandeur

I'm through accepting limits 'cause someone says they're so. some things I cannot change, but till I try I'll never know. too long I've been afraid of losing love, I guess I've lost. well if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost.

augh kill me

come with me. think of what we could do, together. I'm limited, together we're unlimited, together we could be the greatest team there's ever been

I hope you're happy, now that you're choosing this

you too, I hope it brings you bliss.

I really hope you get it, and you don't live to regret it

as someone told me lately, everyone deserves the chance to fly! and if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free!

also now I'm imagining kristin chenoweth/idina menzel ineffable wives, which is. really such a concept.

[lovelytsunoda]

the day you kissed a writer in the dark // han lue (tokyo drift)

summary: she's stood by his side for years. his loyal mechanic, the brains behind his brawn. but she'd be lying if she said that it didn't hurt to watch him flirt with those other women in his club, when he came home to her every night in secret.

bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark, now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart. i am my mother's child, i'll love you 'till my breathing stops.

pairing: han lue x mechanic! reader

warnings: smut, inappropriate use of a drifting car, insecurity and self-doubt, secret relationships, unplanned pregnancy.

author's note: here's something a little different today, lovelies! it's a departure from the usual realm of f1 content i usually bless you all with, but i felt like i needed to do something different to avoid burning myself out, and rewatching tokyo drift gave me the inspiration that i needed :)

she hated the club.

in the back end of her mind, she always resented the mere existence of that secret room leading to han's garage. the fact that he chose to surround himself with women in tight dresses with long legs and perky boobs like he was some kind of yakuza punk.

well, this wasn't crows fucking zero. this was real life.

she couldn't help but draw comparisons between these beautiful girls and herself. as she curled in on herself to duck through the crowd, she frowned at her reflection in the window: her torn up jeans, the grease stain on the cuff of her army-green sweater, the zip barely done up enough to cover up her double-d's, a small nut from her very first car hanging limply from a chain around her neck.

some days, she wondered why han had chosen her of all people.

"sean?" she asked quietly, poking the young american boy in the arm, practically shouting to be heard. "have you seen han?"

sean shook his head. "no, sorry. have you checked the garage?"

"i'm heading back there now. thanks, sean." she sighed, backing out the way that she came, trying not to think about all of the places that her boyfriend could be right now.

the anxiety ate away at her. was he with one of the other girls? one of the prettier, taller, thinner ones? was that why he wanted to keep the relationship under wraps?

was han ashamed of her?

she hurried down the rickety metal staircase, dropping her purse on the workbench as she went, subconsciously placing a hand over her stomach as she thought about the white plastic stick inside the fake leather bag.

they'd been sneaking around for a year, but they'd known each other far longer. she had come to tokyo when she was twenty-one, with a pocketful of cash and a monkey wrench. she had a high school diploma, but that didn't mean much to the rally teams she had applied to work on the pit crews for.

and that's when han swooped her up. when she became the bonnie to his clyde, the mechanic for his little street racing gambit.

that was three years ago. now she was almost twenty-five, he was twenty-seven, and he was in far too deep for them to keep going like this.

she knew why he had to keep it a secret. telling the world that she was his lover would put a target on her back. because that's what happens when you get in deep with someone like dk.

she pulled her hair back with the green rubber band on her wrist, pushing up her sleeves as she reached for a ratchet and approached han's car, the hood already open and ready for her.

working on the cars had always been her safe haven. her distraction from the outside world. fixing something that was broken gave her a satisfaction like no other.

"babe?" han's voice echoed through the garage, and she hated herself for the way that she froze up, fingers tightening around the ratchet. "sean said you were asking around for me? is everything okay?"

she withdrew from the car, slamming the hood down. "you're pushing the car too far. the engine is wearing down, you have to get something stronger. the serpentine belt is at it's brink."

"and that's why you're the brains of this operation and i'm just the pretty boy who drifts." han said playfully, wrapping his arms around her midsection as resting his chin on her shoulder.

"be more careful out there, seoul-oh." she said softly, placing a cold hand on top of his warm one before turning her head and kissing him softly. "i don't know what i'd do if anything ever happened to you."

han spun her body around gently, his hands on her waist as she jumped to perch her body on the edge of the hood, her fingers tangling in his dark, silky hair.

"you don't need to worry about me, sweetheart. i'm going to be okay."

she sighed, lacing her fingers together behind his neck. "where were you, han? wandering around your club with a girl on each arm? a girl that's three times prettier than i am, maybe one who's clothes are a little more revealing-"

"y/n, stop." han said firmly. "baby, you're the only one. my only one." he kissed her on the forehead softly. "i love you. i love you so much that it hurts. i wish i could shout it from the rooftops, but i can't put you in danger like that. i don't want dk to know, because that's a target on your back that i don't want there."

he pulled her as close as he could, arms wrapped securely around her as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "i couldn't live with myself if anything ever happened to you."

the sincerity in the older man's voice was reassuring. but some days, it wasn't enough. she loved him more than words could say, but she was getting tired of being his little secret.

but at the end of the day, it was her bed that he always came home to. his arms she woke up in. his terrible singing in the kitchen while he made coffee with breakfast.

han lue was hers.

she kissed him again, still sitting on the edge of the toyota's hood. this kiss was stronger, harder. with more feeling as she bunched han's sweater up in her fingers, trying to wrestle it off his broad shoulders, his hands gripping her thighs tight enough to make her moan against his lips.

"seoul-oh." she mumbled as han broke away from her, pulling his sweater off the rest of the way before tugging his everlast t-shirt over his head.

they fit together like well-worn puzzle pieces, his lips finding that place on her neck that made her crumble, turned her legs to jelly as he slipped a hand up the front of her sweater, thumb tracing comforting shapes against her stomach as he nipped at her neck, biting down gently. there would be a hickey there in a mere matter of hours.

trailing kisses back up her neck, he gently bit her earlobe before placing one hand on the side of her face to guide her lips back to his, the other hand braced against the hood of the car to hold himself up. she bit down on his bottom lip, wrenching a growl from the back of han's throat.

he pulled away, dropping to his knees in front of the car as his large hands dipped under the waistband of her jeans. after reaching down to untie and kick off her beat up vans, she reached above her to grab the exposed beam in the garage ceiling, pulling her body up and allowing han to pull her jeans and panties down her legs in one fell swoop.

"oh, not on the car, baby. you'll stain the bodywork."

"don't care." han hummed, kissing the soft skin of her thigh. "i can't think of anything prettier than you. on the hood of my car, legs spread wide for me." he mumbled in between kisses, inching ever closer to where y/n needed him most, her arousal dripping onto the cool metal hood of the drift car.

and when his lips touched her throbbing clit, she could have sworn she turned electric, using one hand to brace herself against the car and burying the other in han's hair as she threw her head back in a throaty moan.

"han." she panted, grinding against his face as his tongue licked and sucked at her core. "oh, baby, yes."

han smiled to himself, kissing her clit gently as he held her thighs open with his hands. "still think that i don't find you attractive any more?"

"shut up, please. i need you so bad." she'd barely finished speaking when another low, seductive moan left her mouth. the arm that was holding her body up threatened to buckle underneath her as she tugged on han's hair, urging him to keep going.

han chuckled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body as her arm buckled, and she found herself lying against the hood, her head on the windscreen as she bucked her hips, searching for more as her lover tongue-fucked her, her legs thrown over his shoulders with reckless abandon.

"seoul-oh." she whined, clenching her thighs around han's head

"i know, baby." he mumbled softly, kissing her thigh. "you're doing so well darling. come for me."

and that's exactly what she did. with a moan so loud that she was shocked that the patrons of the club couldn't hear it echoing through the garage, she let go, her juices coating the lower half of han's face as he licked her clean before wiping off the bottom half of his face with the back of his hand.

"fuck." he mumbled, standing between her legs and leaning over the car to kiss her. "i can't get enough of you, baby. i think i'm gonna need more."

"oh yeah?" she smiled sitting up slightly, resting her weight on her elbows and raising an eyebrow when she saw the obvious hard-on struggling to break free from the confines of han lue's jeans. "and what do you think we should do about it?"

"back. room. now." he said, softly but firmly, kissing her in between each word as she wrapped her bare legs around his body, allowing han to pick her up and carry her over to the back room, where a double bed was piled high with blankets for the nights where they worked late, or drift races lasted until the mere hours of the morning.

or, nights where neither of them wanted to go home. han was sure that they had fucked on almost every available surface of the garage.

she undid her sweater slowly, revealing the lacy white bra underneath, the makeshift pendant on her necklace hanging delicately just above the hollow of her breasts as she cast the fabric aside, reaching up to snap the elastic band in her hair, letting it cascade in waves down her shoulders.

"you're beautiful, you know that?" he said softly, kneeling on the mattress as he rested one hand gently against her cheek.

she leaned into his touch, reaching up to wrap her slender fingers around his wrist, pressing a soft kiss to the heel of his hand.

she knew she should tell him. han needed to know.

but now was definitely not the time.

not that she could find the words while he kissed her neck, her chest, her stomach, his fingers dancing across her back as he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, erection straining against his jeans.

"han, babe." she mumbled, reaching behind her. "it's been a year now, you should know how to undo a bra, mr. womanizer." she joked, pushing his hands away as she pulled the bra off by herself.

"why would i need to know how to do it when you just take it off by yourself most of the time?" he grinned, standing up to unbuckle his belt.

he started to undo his jeans, pausing halfway as if he had forgotten something before he darted over to the rolling toolbox in the back of the room, pulling a small foil packet out of the top drawer.

fat lot of good a condom would do them now.

not when she was already carrying his baby inside of her.

her body trembled with anticipation as she watched han rid himself of his jeans, the echo of his belt buckle hitting the floor echoing around the room before he rolled the latex sheath onto his thick, hard cock.

god, she was a fool in love. han seoul-oh made her feel every range of emotions all at once.

"seoul-oh." she mumbled, lips against his as he clambered onto the bed, covering her body with his broad one.

"hm?" han mumbled, pressing kisses all over her face.

"i love you, han lue." she said firmly, gently pushing his face away so she could look him in the eyes. "i mean it, babe. you've ruined me for anybody else. you're it for me."

"good, because i don't think i could love anybody else if i tried." han breathed out, kissing her again, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.

she squirmed under him, a small gasp escaping her lips before she bit down on her bottom lip.

she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg. that wasn't what tonight was for.

han knew this as well, gently pushing himself inside her. tonight was about more than just chasing a high. for both of them. it was about love, and reassurance, and intimacy.

she threaded her fingers through his hair, whining as han moved ever so slightly, the sensations they both felt sending shockwaves through their bodies.

"seoul-oh." she moaned softly. "please. god, you feel incredible."

"yeah?" han crooned, thrusting softly and barely holding back a moan of his own. "you look so pretty with my cock inside you, my sweet sweet girl."

"just like that." she whined as he thrusted again, bucking her hips into him, trying to take his length deeper. "keep doing that, fuck."

when han's nimble fingers came up grip and massage her right breast, she knew she was a goner, arching her back to drive her body into him with a moan as he kissed her chest.

"you like that, baby? yeah, you love having my hands all over you. and i love touching your beautiful body." han murmured, sucking a hickey onto her collarbone. he could feel himself unravelling, knew that the end was nigh as he moaned against her skin, blindly reaching for her hand.

there were no more slow thrusts as the driver began to pick up the pace, his lover's legs wrapped tightly around him as she moaned his name.

"oh god, han, baby. fuck, keep going." she panted, one hand trailing down her body to play with her clit. anything to get her closer to that release she craved as she whined and squirmed under han's touch.

she'd seen this film before, and she already knew the ending. and the start if the sequel.

"come for me, baby. i know you can take it, just give me one more, okay?"

"han, han, holy shit." she moaned, feeling the coil in her stomach finally snap, her high crashing over her like a wave.

her lover groaned above her, a guttural sound ripped straight from his throat before han gently pulled out of her sensitive body, the evidence of his own peak contained within the clear latex that he slid off his member, tying the condom off in a knot before punting it into the trash can next to his desk.

she pulled the blankets up as han settled in the bed next to her, his warm fingers dancing in gentle circles against her sweaty skin as they laid together in the afterglow, a content look on his face as he kissed her on the forehead.

"seoul-oh." she said quietly, twirling his long, dark locks of hair around her fingertip. "i have to tell you something."

"what's on your mind, pretty girl?" worry creased han seoul-oh's face, a pit forming in his stomach.

he hated seeing her like this.

"i'm pregnant."

han's eyes widened. "what? babe, why didn't you tell me?"

"i've been trying all day. but you've had your hands full with dk and sean and drifting." she said sadly. "but i can't raise this baby with dk breathing down our necks. you need to get out of this life, seoul-oh."

han frowned thoughtfully, one hand resting against the side of her face. "i'm going to be a father. fucking hell, babe this is incredible. i promise you, i'm going to make a plan, and i'm going to get us out of tokyo."

"you know we can't keep this a secret any longer, right? i'm already eight weeks along, once the first trimester ends, i won't be able to hide it."

"you're right, you're right. we'll test the waters. i'll tell sean and twinkie in the morning, see how the news of our relationship goes over with them. i want to keep it from dk until i can find a way to get us out of here."

y/n nodded, lacing her fingers with han's and placing his hand on her stomach. "okay. let's do this thing." she broke out into a smile. "we're going to be parents, han. can't you picture it? sitting behind the wheel of your toyota, with our little gremlin on your lap, teaching them how to drive before they can even walk."

han laughed. "they'll be born with a monkey wrench in one hand and a bag of lays in the other."

"i love you, seoul-oh." she said softly, kissing him gently. "i'm so glad i found you three years ago.

"i love you more, y/n. and i can't wait to raise this kid with you."

Tags (though im not sure if any of you are interested loll):

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

KINKTOBER DAY 5 | Tate Langdon x Reader

Kinktober day 5: semi-public sex

Warnings: 18+, fingering, semi-public sex,

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‘’It’s the third time we go. I get that you love Halloween, but aren’t you tired of people jumping before you and screaming to scare you?’’ 

‘’I’ll go by myself if you don’t want to come.’’

Dani eyed your outfit, then hummed disapprovingly. ‘’Dressed like that? Terrible idea.’’ 

‘’There’s a lot of people and it’s dark. It’s the perfect place for creepy men to prey on women who are alone. Especially if they are wearing a skirt,’’ Penelope added, being on Dani’s side.

‘’I can defend myself,’’ you said, not worried at all. 

‘’We’re all going.’’ 

While you loved Halloween, you didn’t tell your friend the real reason you wanted to go to Horror Nights again. They would tease you to no ends if they knew it was to see the cute boy you had spotted on opening weekend. He was one of the scare actors in the haunted maze attraction. He had crawled over to you to scare you, but your eyes found his and time stopped for a few seconds. His face was caked with a skull makeup, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

The line for tickets was long, as always. It’s Saturday night, what were you expecting? After what felt like an eternity, you finally made it inside. The first attraction didn't really send shivers down your spine, but Penelope got scared by a clown and almost fell on her ass, making the three of you laugh so much your stomachs hurt. 

When you — finally — got to the haunted maze, you searched for him in every corner. But he was nowhere in sight. You saw a boy in a skull makeup, but it wasn’t him. His hair was bright green, not blond. 

The last attraction was the penitentiary, which turned out to be terrifying. The people in the cells were chained and acting insanely, some were getting lobotomies or just screaming and running. The lights were flickering, adding to the spooky ambiance. 

You were almost out of the attraction when a group of energetic kids bumped into you and your friends, separating you from them. ‘’Dani! Penelope!’’ you called out, but your voice got lost in the chaos. ‘’Dani—’’ 

Your words got cut off by a gasp when a tall figure in a black rubber suit appeared before you. Panic set in, and before you could scream, his hand clamped over your mouth, and he pushed you back against a wall. Actors were not supposed to touch the visitors. You struggled, trying to break free, but he was much stronger than you. 

An amused chuckle came from underneath the mask, then the person revealed themself. 

Through the flickering lights, you caught his eyes, the ones you had been looking for all night.

The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. ‘’I scared you.’’ 

You shoved his shoulder, trying to appear mad. ‘’Can you blame me? I’m a woman. Placed like this are a perfect setting for a murder or worse, rape.’’ 

Immediately, the blond felt bad. ‘’I didn’t think about that… Shit. I’m sorry,’’ he apologized, his deep brown eyes softly looking at you. ‘’When I saw you in the penitentiary, I just knew I needed to take my chance and talk to you. ’’

A smile fought on your lips. ‘’Is this how you flirt with girls? By scaring the living hell out of them?’’ 

He shook his head. ‘’I’m not much of a flirt,’’ he explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

Another group of running kids came by, screaming and fleeing something they had just seen, making you think that you should get back to your friends. They must be searching for you and flooding your phone with worried texts. 

But you didn’t want to. 

 ‘’I-I’m Tate, by the way.’’ 

You gave him your name, then pulled him down for a kiss as the lights went out. Tate kissed you back, his hands pulling your body close to his as he gently pulled your lower lip with his teeth. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, letting out a soft, involuntary moan into the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, ignoring the drilling sound of the lobotomy tool and screamings nearby.  

When you paid for your entry ticket a few hours ago, you didn’t think you would end the night with the stranger in the skull makeup’s tongue in your mouth. But here you were, making out together in the middle of an attraction. 

‘’Come with me.’’ Tate took your hand and led you away from the main way of the penitentiary. 

You didn’t know where you were going, but you held on tight to his hand as he led you into the darkness. He’s been working here since opening night, he must know his way through the attraction.

Tate pulled one of the black curtains that opened the backstage area of the penitentiary where extra props, electricity chords and other stuff were hidden. 

‘’Is this where you’re planning to kill me and hide my body?’’ you joked, trusting him enough to make this kind of joke. 

He shook his head and pinned you against the wall, his latex covered chest pressing against you and moved his mouth to your ear. ‘’No,’’ he whispered, sending shivers down your spine. ‘’This is where I plan to make you cum.’’

No man had ever left you speechless until tonight, but you were too stunned to speak. You never expected such explicit words to come from his mouth. Not with sweet innocent eyes like his. 

Tate’s hand followed the path down the curves of your body, slow and teasing as arousal started to pool between your legs. He stopped at the hem of your skirt, pleased at your clothing choice for the night. It'll be less of a fuss to access where he wanted.

‘’Tate,’’ you gasped at the first graze of his fingers. 

He must be able to feel your wetness through the lace. He pressed the wet heat of your cunt into his hand, tearing a moan from you.

You would be embarrassed to be so wet already, but all that was on your mind was Tate's fingers rubbing against your folds through the thin fabric. His mouth had descended down your neck and jawline, gently kissing as he listened to the soft pleased sounds escaping your lips.

Screams and laughter came from the other side of the thin wall, drowning the sounds of your activities. If Tate’s boss knew what you were doing, he would get fired on the spot. 

Tate pushed your panties to the side, and then slid between your folds. ‘’I’ve been thinking about you — about doing this to you — since I saw you in the maze.’’ 

Your head fell back against the wall, images of that night, of him crawling across the maze to scare you flashed in your head as he teased your most sensitive flesh. It felt like a fucking dream, except you weren’t sleeping.

‘’Thought you looked pretty that night, but I bet you’re looking even prettier right now,’’ Tate said, wishing he could see you in better lighting. 

He lightly brushed your clit, then briefly dipped into your entrance before pulling away. 

‘’Please,’’ you begged, pushing your hips where you knew his hand was, and finally two of his thick fingers thrusted into your folds. 

Your inner muscles clenched around him, making Tate wish he wasn’t wearing that stupid latex suit so he could feel you clench around his cock. Instead, he’ll have to settle for this — getting you off. 

‘’When we get out of here, don’t think we’re done,’’ he said, moving his fingers in and out of you while his other hand came around your neck, forcing you to look into his eyes. ‘’The night is just getting started.’’ 

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*°:⋆ₓₒ mad scientist!dazai

content: headcanons, probably an inaccurate depiction on what a scientist does, info about dazai’s credentials are vague bc idk how college works, kunikida mentioned twice

mad scientist!dazai started off as a research scientist for the port mafia before joining the armed detective agency

mad scientist!dazai has surprisingly good credentials. he graduated as an honors student in high school and was able to graduate college earlier than his peers, so the armed detective agency just couldn't turn him down!

mad scientist!dazai wears a white lab coat and long black rubber gloves. he also wears those typical goggles that mad scientists always wear in media (kunikida thinks they look dumb but dazai doesn't care)

mad scientist!dazai is a powerful asset in the agency along with ranpo, his inventions playing critical roles in missions

when mad scientist!dazai isn't busy creating new and powerful inventions to aid the agency, he's holed up in his lab working on a few personal projects, which kunikida is not pleased about. everyone including himself still wonders how the hell he's still holding this position (he's just too damn smart)

mad scientist!dazai who's had a few (a lot) failed inventions here and there. he once tried to make an invention that could transfer the memories of one person to another. the agency nearly burnt down

mad scientist!dazai takes random appliances and tries to make them "better" because he's too lazy, and for some reason it always work???

mad scientist!dazai tries to use his position as a "revered scientist" to flirt with women or to get a free drink from his favorite cafe. ends up backfiring so now he's racked up a huge tab.

mad scientist!dazai is the main reason why the agency's building gets black outs, it just couldn't take how strong his inventions are (he has to pay for electricity bills)

author's note(s): forgive me for my lack of understanding abt what scientists do 💀💀 this was mostly based off of this one specific dazai in an alternate universe (pic below) IDK IF THAT MAN IS A SCIENTIST IN THAT UNIVERSE BUT WTV 😭 THE GOGGLES ARE ENOUGH

[girl4pay]

there will ALWAYS be women in rubber flirting with me did change my life sorry 2 be a theater kid

[bigbig00f]

There's always going to be women in rubber flirting with me

[daggersandarrows]

there will ALWAYS be WOMEN in RUBBER FLIRTING WITH ME!!

[findingtheperfectcharacter]

MIMI’S FACE-

“Lmao she really just said ‘there will always be women in rubber flirting with me’”

[suicideandpresscoverage]

There will always be women in rubber flirting with me

[scaryorganmusic]

slutty bi stereotype bad but you can pry captain jack torchwood and maureen from rent from my cold dead slutty hands

[kissyboystyles]

y'all. harry is giving me big maureen johnson vibes bein' all "kiss pookie" in that fucking photo.

[dcuntlxss]

i think i just saw MAUREEN JOHNSON walk across trafalgar square, singing to MY BELOVED MONSTER * ( THE EELS ). you know, the TWENTY-FIVE year old MUSICIAN & ACTIVIST? people claim that they are just like MAUREEN JOHNSON from RENT**. it must be because they are STRONG and OUTSPOKEN as well… though i could be wrong. all i know for sure is that they live at THE PETERSBURG apartment. 

She will always be the only thing That comes between me and the awful sting That comes from living in a world that's so damn mean..

there isn’t really much that’s changed from the original rent character, just a few minor tweaks !! either way, i still thought it would be good to write it all out.

EVERY SINGLE DAY, I WALK DOWN THE STREET

maureen was born and raised in queens, new york. her mother and father constantly had trouble making ends meet. she had no siblings, so it was just her, her mother and father. 

what made their matters worse was that her mother constantly cheated on her father. it wasn’t until later that she found out that her father knew about her mother’s affairs the entire time. it was because he was so desperately in love with her that he stayed. he felt like there was some way he could win her back. 

maureen always wanted to be famous, she just didn’t know how. she began acting and singing really young and quickly began getting credit for it. 

not that long after, she began writing songs and made the connection that her music could do some good in the world. people thought they were witnessing a little girl overcome by the praise. there was a part of her that just wanted to make things better for others. 

the family moved to scarsdale when she was around eleven - her father struck it rich working for a lawyer nearby. her mother continued to see other men and mooched off of him. 

in comes mark cohen, the awkward boy across the street. 

things started getting worse around the time she started high school - her father was getting restless. he kept holding onto hope that someday, maureen’s mother would come back and be only his again, and they’d live happy ever after. thus began a very, very messy divorce. maureen’s father fought for custody and lost. 

therefore, she was sentenced to live with her mother until she turned eighteen. there were some days where her mother just didn’t come home. maureen was often left to take care of herself and wait for the day where she could legally do so. 

the day she got accepted to nyu is the one that she considers to be the best day of her life. it was her ticket out. 

I HERE PEOPLE SAY “BABY, YOU’RE SO SWEET”

the day she left for college, maureen marched into her mother’s room, bags packed and announced that she was never coming back. she had gotten herself a job at a coffee shop not that far away from school. she would do anything to make sure she wasn’t completely financially dependent on her mother. 

if maureen had to choose a specific time period to relive, it would be her college years. she thrived there. she got involved in tons of theatrical productions and social justice groups, even directing and founding some of her own. 

there’s something inside of maureen that longs to stay young forever. forever beautiful, forever loved, her legacy set in stone. maybe that’s why she sometimes has a little too much fun. 

EVER SINCE PUBERTY, EVERYBODY STARES AT ME 

reenter her first love, mark cohen. everyone before him had simply been for fun. the feelings that she got around him were real, almost too real for her to handle.

they were on and off for a really long time, mainly due to her infidelity, which stemmed from the fact that she wanted more than what he gave her. 

when she finally left him for the last time, calling the break up messy would be an understatement. she had fallen in love with someone else, a woman. having a sexual awakening can be a scary thing, especially when so many have them in middle and high school.

much like her mother, maureen didn’t know how to stay committed to one person. she slept with other people, but always felt much more guilty about it than she usually did. 

never had she felt dependent on another person. she wouldn’t allow herself to be, ever since she walked out of her childhood home. somehow, she still decided to enter a relationship with joanne. 

it was a tumultuous one, but it was clear that their love for each other knew no bounds.  

BOYS, GIRLS, I CAN’T HELP IT BABY

when mark got shipped off for buzzline, roger soon followed. then went everyone else. not too long after that, maureen soon began to wonder if her time in new york city was coming to an end too. 

joanne, who had taken maureen back for about the millionth time, seemed to disagree. her entire life was already set up in new york, so there was no way she would be able to move with maureen. 

so, maureen left. maybe it was because she was scared to spend the rest of her life committed to one person, or maybe it was actually because of her career, exactly like she tells everyone it was. she says it to everyone, but anyone who truly knows her never believes it. 

while maureen puts up a facade that she’s happy being single again, but she’s actually really lonely and misses having someone in her bed. this has caused her to hook up with pretty much anyone with a pulse. 

[idealslost]

take me or leave me from rent is a kunikidazai song

[rigginsstreet]

LET 🗣 GLADYS 🗣 JONES 🗣 AND 🗣 ALICE 🗣 COOPER 🗣 SING 🗣 TAKE 🗣 ME 🗣 OR 🗣 LEAVE 🗣 ME 🗣 FROM 🗣 RENT 🗣🗣🗣

[illylli]

Bite My Tongue (Pt. 1) | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

→ Eddie’s never felt so enamoured with someone before he met you. The only problem is, your heart’s already spoken for. Still, the Dungeon Master of Hellfire Club has a plan to keep you close, even if he can’t have you.

→ 3k words: includes mentions of drug use, unrequited love (or is it?), sneaky touches

→ a/n: I’m hoping to make this into a multi-part series, so please comment if you’d like more + message me if you’d like to be added to the taglist. this is also my first fanfic so please feel free to send me any writing advice you have x

♫ mood: ‘no other heart’ by mac demarco

→ read part 2 | → read part 3

Eddie Munson doesn’t do flustered.

He doesn’t have time for dumb crushes, heart palpitations, or anything of the like. He had always scoffed at the heart-eyed, body-floating, jaw-dropping interpretations of attraction. The dramatization of which filled his ears with static as late-night cartoons hummed on the TV, the off-switch neglected while he greened out, having pushed the limit once again.

It was at such times that he felt dauntingly lonely. He flirted with just about anyone who spent more than 5 minutes with him, to feel something, anything. It was not for lack of wit which danced on his silver tongue that he failed to sway both women and men alike into growing fond of him. He would give up the chase before it began.

Maybe he’d set his standards too high. He was a secret lover of romance; he managed to convince the Hellfire Club not only into hosting a plethora of romantic subplots in their campaigns, but also that it was of their own accord and totally not planned out in detail prior by their Dungeon Master.

Still, he had yet to meet anyone who made him feel a fraction of the excitement that surged through his veins whenever the dice rolled in favour of a kiss. Fiction was far superior to reality, so much so that his mind was steeped in unrealistic expectations of perfectly timed confessions and sweeping romantic gestures.

He always searched for a secret beauty hidden amongst the rowdy bar crowd when he was strumming epic riffs for Corroded Coffin. His eyes always scanned the cafeteria for someone interesting to fall for. Time and time again, not a soul caught his eye, at least not in the way he was yearning for.

Which is why a mundane interaction in the Hawkins High parking lot caught him so off guard it had him rethinking his entire outlook on life.

“Eddie,” His name said in a huff, like a passing thought.

He had turned, a smirk already tugging the corners of his mouth, ready to exude cool indifference to whatever half-assed insult was about to be lugged his way. Instead, he felt his limbs go rigid as you stepped into his space, soft fingers following the curve of his ear as you tucked his hair back.

“You dropped your joint.”

“Yeah?“ He was stunned from the sudden contact, but more so from the fact that your touch had caused his eyes to start burning.

He reached up, tapping the twisted edge of the paper, then, so stiffly he thought you’d perhaps injected him with paralysing venom, he gave you a two-finger salute.

“Appreciate it, sweetheart.”

You gave a single nod, your textbooks clutched under taut knuckles. “Sure.”

With that you’d turned heel, and Eddie stood there like an idiot, crowds of people brushing past him as he watched your jock boyfriend open the car door for you, clicking open and closed, engine revving, reverberating in his heart, until he was left in the wake of burnt rubber and swirling dust clouds a changed man.

It didn’t make sense. You were nondescript, you were another face in the crowd, another hand raised in class, hidden behind the gossamer of the everyday.

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n)?”

Dustin looked unimpressed when Eddie had suggested the idea of gauging your interest in joining the club.

Eddie crossed his arms, knowing he could pull off nonchalance better than anyone else, yet his heart still hammered, reminding him he was not immune to the mention of you yet. “You know her?”

“Of course,” Mike interjected as he slid into the seat beside the two, his lunch tray clattering. “She’s always hanging out with Nancy.”

Eddie realised he was gnawing on his bottom lip when the two boys narrowed their eyes at him. He gave a little drumroll on the lunch table, hoping to distract them with the flourish of a newspaper. He cleared his throat as he straightened out The Weekly Streak, eyes darting to the place on the page he’d kept coming back to.

“In the Dead of the Night, chapter forty-two by (Y/n) (Y/l/n)…”

By the time he’d finished reading the story aloud, Mike and Dustin at least looked half interested.

“He going on about that newspaper chick again?” Gareth sighed as he took a seat, getting comfy as he reached for his juice box.

Eddie seized it first, holding it just out of reach as Gareth snatched for it.

“An astute observation, my friend, but surface level,” he placed the juice box down with a thump and flung an arm over his shoulder, pulling him close, his voice lowered, “You know I wouldn’t invite just anyone into Hellfire, so think a little with that great big brain o’ yours,” he nuzzled a knuckle against Gareth’s temple and he wriggled in Eddie’s grip.

“I don’t know,” he scrunched up his face.

“I’ll give you a hint,” Eddie raised a hand to the ceiling, fingers outstretched as he punctuated each word as he said “Year. Long. Campaign.”

“Impossible,” Jeff’s greeting was one of awe as he sat down, “There would be too much ground to cover. No one person can handle campaign that big.”

“Ding ding ding,” Eddie clapped succinctly, his excitement growing, “Though your assumption is humbling, it is correct. For such a grand journey, we’d need another master writer. Someone-“ Eddie tapped on your column in the newspaper, “who knows how to weave a narrative. Attention to detail, characters, subplots. She’s the one.”

Mike and Dustin looked at each other after taking in Eddie’s beaming façade.

Mike shrugged. “I can ask her if she’d be interested, next time she’s over my house.”

“No, no,” Eddie shook his head animatedly, “No. Wheeler, you have the charisma of a damp towel. I need to be there to convince her.” He pointed a ring-clad finger at the boy, “You call me as soon as she shows up and I’ll be there.”

Gareth perked up at Eddie’s enthusiasm. “There something we should know?”

Eddie gripped Gareth’s shoulder, just hard enough to be slightly threatening. “Only that you’re all about to be treated to the best damn adventure of your lives.”

Mike’s call came later that afternoon, passing on the information that you and Nancy had made a peculiar stop before going home. The ring of the landline echoed in Eddie’s head as he pulled out of the trailer park, his palms sweaty against the steering wheel of the van.

He wanted out of his mortal body. If he could’ve separated heart and soul, he would have, so that he could focus on the task at hand without freaking himself out.

What if you said no? What if you said yes? Why did he care?

He’d never gone so out of his way to recruit someone to Hellfire before, and maybe, if he allowed himself to admit it, it was because he was chasing that high only your touch had been able to give him.

Despite being surrounded by drugs in his tailer, he’d never been tempted to overindulge. He wasn’t an addict. But one close encounter with you and he was itching for his next hit. Suddenly the romance novels all made sense, and things that had never clicked before were falling into place, the once-obscured coming into view.

It was painfully cliché. He wanted to pull the steering wheel and wake up from whatever dream this was. But as he pulled up at the arcade, he felt that strange bubbling still within him, like he truly had woken up. He could see you through the window if he squinted, the class reflecting the sunset over your form. Nancy was nodding politely to whatever you were saying, though she looked out of place, much too mature for such a setting.

Eddie hopped out of the van, the chain on his wallet clinking as he approached the entrance. The door squealed on its hinges, but was immediately drowned out by the chatter and loud music, all out of sync as each machine carried its own game theme.

Nancy’s eyes followed the darting pinball as you attempted to rack up your points, but her gaze went smoothly from top to bottom.

Nancy gave you a tight smile, “Should we head back to mine and get started on brainstorming your next chapter?”

“Good idea,” you replied, your feigned up-beat tone fooling no one, including Nancy.

Eddie thought it a good moment to swoop in and save her from needing to say something peppy to pry you from the machine.

“This one taken?”

You blinked up at him, a slight frown forming in the split second before you realised who it was.

“We were just leaving,” you announced, taking a step away and motioning like you were offering up a gift.

“Y’know, it’s all about the timing,” he said, slipping a quarter into the slot. The pinball machine lit up again, a tinny jingle sounding as the balls were loaded up. Eddie’s rings clacked against the side as he waited patiently to launch the first one into the arena.

You hovered closer to him as you watched him flip the ball expertly, hitting the bumpers with ease to allot him more points.

Nancy exhaled loudly, drawing your attention.

“What’re you girls doing here anyway?” Eddie asked casually, trying to stall for time. “Didn’t take the illustrious journalist-writer duo for a bunch of arcade dwellers.”

He viewed your downtrodden expression in the reflection of the pinball machine glass.

“A bad case of writer’s block,” you revealed, “I thought, I don’t know, the excitement might spur something within me. But nope. Turns out the only thing evoked today was the truth of how bad I am at pinball.”

Eddie chuckled, the screen lighting up with an impressive score as he finished his playthrough. “I’d take future bestselling author over future pinball champion any day.”

He felt his soul go gooey as he watched your smile grow in the glass reflection.

“If only a person could be both,” you teased, then turned as Nancy called your name from the door, where she was now waiting.

Eddie caught your arm before you could leave, and immediately regretted it, meeting your eyes in a stomach-churning instant. He forgot how to talk for a few seconds, his brain lagging behind his hard-beating heart.

“Listen, (Y/n),” he started, balling his fist to rest on the machine as the lights went out, “I uh…” He met Nancy’s gaze and she rolled her eyes, but exited with a good-natured smile on her face. “Why don’t you play one more round? I could teach you a few pointers before you leave. Take a crack at that writer’s block with some healthy ego stroking?”

You took position as he fed the machine another quarter, grinning as you asked, “What, are you going to be my cheerleader?”

He watched in the reflection as your smile fell, mouth parting as he slid his hands over yours, wishing and hoping and goddammit, even praying that his touch had the same effect on you as yours did on him.

“You paying attention?” He whispered as the pinballs were loaded onto the spring. You nodded silently, and Eddie could feel your back brush against his chest with each breath.

As the first ball fell towards the flippers he tensed, pressing down onto your fingers and subsequently the right button, flicking it back up and into a route that had your score shooting up. You let out an elated sound, something between an unbelieving scoff and an amused giggle. It had him reeling.

“Watch out,” he laughed, “Right there. That’s it.”

As the score went up so did the stakes. Both of you could see it was fast approaching the high score. Eddie didn’t stop encouraging you, and he could tell with each spoken word that he was bolstering you.

“Good girl,” he coaxed, “Keep going. Just a little more.”

He felt every jolt of your body as you anticipated the silver ball’s movements, so engrossed in the game that as he eventually removed his hands, you were still able to mimic his technique to perfection.

He could already tell that you’d work well together.

“You’re a quick learner,” he praised as you released an elated sigh at the new high score that flashed on the screen.

You turned to him, your eyes sparkling with a new energy. “You’re a good teacher.”

He tapped a hand against the machine as it went into idle mode once more. “At pinball, maybe, but I could use a few pointers on some other things…”

You shook your head, knowing this had to be leading somewhere, but you still humoured him, “Other things?”

“Well, you know,” He threw a hand up, counting off each finger as he started, “How to put on eyeliner without looking like a racoon, how the hell taxes are supposed to work, how to write a wicked story…” He drew out the last word, his last counted finger wiggling as you smiled.

“Did Nancy put you up to this?”

Eddie took a step forward as he crossed his heart. “I have a vision for the future of Hellfire, but I’m gonna need your help to get it there.”

“That’s the roleplaying game you play, right?”

“Pretty much,” Eddie confirmed, “Dungeons and Dragons. DnD.”

“I don’t get it,” you admitted as you picked up your bag, “You have to write a story to play it?”

Eddie followed you as you made your way to the door. “There are pre-written campaigns with their own lore, but I’ve always wanted to delve into writing original storylines. Only problem is, it takes a lot of work. Lots of writing, character design, you’d know how it is since you write those stories for the school paper.”

“Okay,” you pushed the door, the arcade’s bubble of noise being shut in as it drifted closed behind you, “So… you want me to join?”

“You wouldn’t have to,” Eddie slipped out in front of you, causing you to halt. “I know you’re the busiest person in school next to Wheeler, so I wouldn’t ask you to play. I’d just… appreciate some help with the story. Your writing is really, really good. I mean, honestly, I got chills reading those horror stories you posted last Halloween.”

“Really?” you glowed.

“Really,” Eddie answered.

It was the truth. He had enjoyed those stories, but he hadn’t paid much attention to the school newspaper in general until that fateful day you’d tucked his joint behind his ear and he was compelled to learn everything about you.

He’d hassled some nerd who worked at The Weekly Streak into lending him a copy of every newspaper that had come out since last October, and in the span of a couple days he’d binged all your work, through which he’d picked up on your style and quirks. He supposed that he’d learnt an integral part of who you are from the pieces of yourself you chose to reveal through your characters and stories.

Still, he wanted to learn more; he wanted to learn exactly how you’d managed to distil pure electricity into those soft hands of yours. He wanted to know how a person managed to fit the whole world into their eyes.

“So,” He fought the embarrassing urge to pout, “You in?”

You glanced between him and Nancy, who was tapping her fingers against the steering wheel of her car.

“I should say no,” you admitted. He knew why: your boyfriend certainly wouldn’t like the idea.

“But you will say…?”

“Maybe.”

Eddie huffed, pushing his tongue against his bottom teeth.

“Say yes,” His eyes flitted up to yours, “Please.”

You could tell he wasn’t used to asking for favours. His arms were folded behind his back and he was swinging on his heels. Eddie could scarcely believe he would sink as low as pleading, but he had never been more determined for something in his life now that he’d set his sights on you.

“Fine,” you spoke quickly, conscious of how long you’d made Nancy wait, “But Chance can’t know.”

“Chance?” He spoke aloud, but it clicked in his brain and he nodded. “Your boyfriend.”

“Eddie,” you raised your brow at him, “Seriously. If he found out-“

“Hey, my lips are sealed.” He even made the gesture of zipping them closed and throwing away the key.

You nodded, “Good. Then I’ll see you at my place, Friday night.”

Nancy smirked as you finally entered her car, and she said something that had you hiding your face in your hands. Eddie turned away then, knowing he’d only pick apart every miniscule expression for anything negative and be persuaded by his interpretation to call the whole thing off.

As soon as he slid into the driver’s seat of the van he took a deep breath, checked his side mirror to see that Nancy had pulled out, then shook himself out let a wet dog, expelling all the nervous energy that had pooled in his body.

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled to himself, turning the key in the ignition, “It’s happening, it’s happening.”

He was so ecstatic for the rest of the day, his uncle asked if he was high when he got home.

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Day Twenty-One: Orgasm Denial | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Overhaul x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: he thought he could trust u but maybe he just needs to remind u who u belong to... Warnings: 18+, noncon, he's wearing rubber gloves, condom use, vaginal sex, orgasm denial, edging, cum dumping??, degradation, possessive relationship, jealousy, fingering, teasing, brat reader, brat taming, mysophobia, daddy kink. Words: 1.9k

The feeling of latex was uncomfortable. Swiping back and forth over your throbbing bead, the swipes matched the tick tick tock of the grandfather clock in the room. Faster. Please go faster. He won’t. And you can’t tell him to. Do you know what you’ve done? You thought you had gotten passed the constant desperation for him to wear gloves when he touches you. The rubbery digit forces the sound of wet, sticky skin to echo throughout the room. It’s humiliating. He knows it, too. He can tell by the way your cheeks are warming up; or is that in fact simply due to your arousal? It matters not. The way you’re wiggling around against your cuffs is, for lack of a better word, shameful. Both of your hands have been handcuffed behind the metal bedframe above your head. Your legs are free, though. He wants to be able to control them… when the time comes.

Your clit was vibrating like it never had before. Ever since you woke up like this, he’s been toying with it. Bringing you to the very edge of release and then stopping completely. He’s sick, sick in the head, you think.

And that’s funny.

Because he feels exactly the same way about you.

You’re a tempestuous brat. He’s known that, though, from the very first moment he laid eyes on you. Everything is your way or the highway. But not with him. Never with him. You suppose that’s why you found yourself attracted to him. He challenges you, in a way that no other man ever has before. His resolve is unmatched. It’s nothing you could ever manipulate out of him.

You’re begging? Good.

You’re crying? Even better.

That’s how it’s always been with Kai. Brats get nothing. And you are the exact definition of a brat. You want to cum… Real bad, huh? Tough. Do you still not understand? He knows. Kai knows what you’ve been doing.

But of course, you’re the type of girl to play dumb. Claiming you’re clueless as to what you might have done to warrant this punishment. He’s just fucked in the head; that’s what you thought. He just wanted to mess with your head a little, rile you up until you were a babbling mess and confessing to things you didn’t mean. But no, this time you’re wrong. That isn’t rare with Kai, though.

You’ve been flirting with his men, haven’t you? Kai is good enough, more than good enough. And yet, you can’t help yourself. But flirting is nothing as far as you’re concerned. But can’t you see it from his perspective? How would you like it if he’d been flirting with other women? You can pretend it wouldn’t bother you all you like. But you know the truth. He thinks this is a worthy punishment. Though he’s sure you’ll never understand his reasoning.

And why the gloves? He used to wear them, but he recently began to trust you enough to touch you, bare. But you betrayed that trust, didn’t you? You know of his mysophobia. And yet, you still put him through this.

He’s telling you all this, still following the rhythm of the ticking clock over your engorged clit. Is it registering in you? Are you hearing him? It doesn’t seem that way. It doesn’t seem that way at all – because its not. You’re doing your best to make his torturously slow ministrations be enough. But he warns you, if you dare cum without his permission he’ll see to it that you never cum again for the rest of your life.

Won’t he at least remove the gloves? Surely he can see; it’s punishment enough to be toyed with at this agonising pace. But he won’t. You’re stupid. You’re not listening. You’re sick. How many of his men have you allowed to touch you? You’re filthy. He doesn’t want to be filthy like you. So, the gloves – they are staying firmly on. He’ll have to build up to trusting you again. But there’s a chance he never will. That isn’t to say he’s willing to set you free. You’re his. His filthy slut. He’ll do his best to purify you again.

You’re crying, now. Why won’t he just let you cum? You want it. You want it so bad.

Yes, he’s sure you do. You would, wouldn’t you? Cock hungry whore. Desperate for anyone with a penis to give you a lick of attention. He can’t believe you think that’s normal. You had everything with him, everything you could ever want. He’s so… so clean. He takes such good care of himself. His voice makes your pussy wetter than any man you’ve ever been with. Especially when he’s yelling.

So, he yells at you. He’s been yelling at you. Calling you names, telling you what a filthy degenerate you are. What a dirty cunt you have. You assure him no one else has touched you but him, but why should he believe you? You wouldn’t cheat. But flirting is bad enough, he thinks.

He picks up the pace with his gentle rubbing.

“Don’t you dare cum.” he demands.

You’re trying, fuck, you’re trying. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Think of other things. You’re trying. Still trying. But this is what you’ve been waiting for, you’ve been waiting for God knows how long for him to just pick up the fucking pace. You’re ready to burst, your toes are curling. You need to cum!

“Daddy—”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” he warns you. He keeps going.

He needs to stop, or you surely won’t be responsible for the way you gush on his latex concealed hands. Those gorgeous, veiny hands. You wish you could feel his skin. His bones and his veins inside of your gummy walls. But even without them, you’re close enough. He needs to stop. You’ll cum. You will. Any second now. He knows it too, he can tell by the way your hips are bucking against him like crazy. But he’s warned you. Don’t you fucking dare.

And he’s proud of you. He stops, finally. You aren’t sure if you’re relieved or devastated. Losing that glorious high was too much this time. He laughed at you when you screamed so emotionally and pitifully into the entire room. He’s being fucking ridiculous. You’ve learnt your lesson. He’s wasting time. While he’s been making you suffer, you could have been having fun instead. Humping each other until you both felt good, happy, content.

Kai thinks punishing you is way more fun, though.

Don’t do that… you think as you see him retrieve a silvery, reflective square from his wallet.

It’s a condom.

“No, no. Daddy, please. I’ve learnt my lesson I promise.” you beg. But it falls on deaf ears. He pulls out his cock. His pretty, gorgeous cock that you’ve loved like nothing else in your life. It is your life. Nothing makes you feel better. More fulfilled. The perfect pink appendage has become something of an addiction for you since you met Kai. You didn’t mind that he wanted to wear protection, originally. You didn’t know any better so you didn’t feel that you were missing out. But after he got you on the pill and started fucking you raw, you knew you’d never be able to go back. And yet – here you are, being held more than accountable for your actions.

“Daddy is very disappointed in you,” he explains, rolling the clear rubber down the length of his cock as golden orbs stare you down. “can’t fuck you without protecting myself anymore.” he continues. He lines himself up with your clenching hole. It’s so eager. Greedy, even. After being denied for so long, your cunt is searching desperately for it’s owner. His cock always makes you feel good, right?

You feel like bursting into tears when he pushes into you whilst covered in the rubber material. You’re missing out. You’re really fucking missing out. Devastated doesn’t begin to cut the feeling of what you’re losing right now. He feels it too, but he can live without. You, however, are a desperate cock slut. You love his cock, don’t you? Of course you do. That’s why you’re almost brought to tears. How are you supposed to be cock drunk if you can’t accurately feel the ridges of his heavy, mushroom tip? How are you supposed to enjoy the feeling of ecstasy as every throbbing vein decorating his shaft gets squeezed by your clenching walls?

He thrusts, and although it isn’t the same, it’s doing something for you. It’s shocking, really, you think you might actually be able to cum from this after all. You don’t want to. You want to feel him properly. You want him to fuck you like you’re his, no one else’s. Because that is the truth. He’s grunting in your ear. And you’re whimpering. Babbling utter nonsense in an attempt to explain what you want from him. You can explain all you like – he isn’t giving into your begging.

“Not my pure girl anymore, are you? No… That won’t do. Gonna have to keep doing it like this until I can trust you again.” he sighs.

His breathing is irregular. You can tell he’s close. He wants to cum, but you can’t accept it like this. You can’t. You can’t. Fuck. His cum dribbling out of your shivering cunt is one of the most glorious feelings you can’t even begin to explain. It makes you feel alive, real, content. Being filled to the brim with your lovers seed is an honour and a privilege. He can’t cum like this.

“Take the condom off daddy, please, want your cum in me.” you tell him.

You’re gifted with a string of tuts in return. You aren’t in charge. He is. And he doesn’t think you deserve his cum. You don’t deserve to have your insides blessed with his pure white ejaculate. Maybe if you hadn’t been such an unfaithful whore, you’d be in a very different position right now. He can see you're enjoying this a little too much regardless of his wrapped up member. He has to end this now. You won’t be cumming today. In fact, he hasn’t decided when he will actually let you cum again. This isn’t a one time thing. He will make you learn that he is the only man you are to look at, let alone flirt with.

He jackhammers himself into you. You can’t bear it. You truly cannot condone this of him, the fact that he’s about to waste his sperm in a fucking condom. Who does it benefit? Nobody. Not a fucking soul. He’s proven his point, you’ll never flirt with anyone again after this. You just want him, bare. You want his cum.

But that means you haven’t learnt a thing, after all.

Because you can’t be a brat, no, not anymore. Not with him.

It’ll never be about what you want.

Only what he wants.

His thrusts stutter as he empties his heavy load inside of the rubber. He pulls out, and he flaunts just how much of his cream you’ve been deprived of today. You’re salivating for it. It should be inside, like it usually is. All snug and warm and oozing out of your drippy hole.

He smiles, observing the way you long for it. Does he feel… bad? No. Not in the least. In fact, a callus idea enters his mind. He turns the rubber upside down and lets it dribble all over your abdomen. It is warm. He can see the way your cunt pulses around nothing, it’s going crazy for his cum. Poor thing, so empty and unfulfilled.

But why should he be nice to you?

Why should he give you what you want?

You’re already filthy… no harm in making you a little filthier.

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