#this bitch drives me so FUCKING crazy. jesus.

[flamingthespian]

Dear 18 year old homophobic bitch at work,

[poppy-metal]

So we know love island!Patrick would be messy on purpose but I'm just thinking how love island!Art would be so fucking messy unintentionally.

Like going back to what you were saying about being a bombshell that seduces him. Acting loyal to his partner in front of everyone but letting you crawl into his bed in the mornings to cuddle when she leaves. Sneaking kisses in hidden corners and getting handsy with each other because he can't resist you. Telling the guys his head isn't turned just all over the place but when the next recoupling comes around he picks you and it's like he dropped a bomb in the villa because everyone truly thought he'd be the one loyal guy in the house. It'd be even funnier if he goes to the hideaway with you immediately even though he wanted to "take it slow and do it right" with his last partner lol

It'd make for some great fucking tv.

I love toxic!art ❤️ everyone is lowkey into him being a secret asshole because the whole cookie cutter wholesome boy thing was boring as hell and his relationship was bland and everyone was rolling their eyes at it - drama loving whores.

you're like a picture out of arts wettest dream. literally cherry picked for him - the type of woman he jerks off too secretly but never admits to wanting out loud. seductive and mean and flirty and no one thinks you'll turn his head but he's like wet paper. you straddle his lap during a challenge and kiss him and he can't help himself. he fucking moans into it and can't keep his hands from wandering too your ass - so fucking soft in his hands - he chases your lips when you pull back and everyone is shocked. his girl chews him out and he feels so terrible about it, promises it was just a challenge thing and he was just playing it up - avoids you like the plauge the next day - but a twist is thrown in - you get to choose a man to take to the hideaway - to spend a night with and you're like a tiger - honed in on your prey - art is like a fucking innocent little deer in your jaws. you pick him obviously and all the girls blow up. you don't care though. you only want art and you'll have him no matter how bad it makes you look or how much you're scorned for it. art swallows at the grin you give him.

he makes so many empty promises to his girl - tells her he's gonna sleep on the floor - he's not even gonna talk to her - you're obviously delusional and deranged and he doesn't even like who you are as a person - you digust him - she eventually calms down, and she's pretty sure she can trust him. all the girls are telling her so. telling her how steady art has been this whole time and that you're just a slut and a bitch and art wants a classy woman, of which you are not -

he lasts ten minutes. ten minutes in the hideaway alone with you before he's inside you - pillows knocked off the bed and your skimpy little thong pulled to the side as he slides his cock home - he hates himself, he really does - he can't even think about the consequences and how this will definitely come out and ruin everything he's built - he just can't - he can't resist you - it was hopeless from the start - and god - you're like heaven around his dick - his eyes roll back and his hips are snapping into yours immediately, fucking you how he'd never fuck his couple - fucking you like he's punishing you for making me do this - balls slapping wetly against your pussy and you're moaning into it - fingers dug into his back with your legs wrapped around his waist.

"fuck my pussy, yes, yes, yes -" you chant, licking the shell of his ear and driving him crazy. "fucking huge cock - oh my god - you need to cum in me - cum in me and fuck me all night, baby-"

jesus.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Day 6 of @harringrovekinktober!!

nsfw | pain play & dirty talk w mentions of snowballing, spanking, and praise kink

🖤

He’s at a party and he’s kinda drunk and Steve’s looking way too fucking good tonight.

Billy’s always had an oral fixation — always needs something in his mouth, which used to be the ends of pencils and lollipops, up until he started smoking.

And sucking cock.

Although, he hasn’t done much of it since moving to Bumfuck Nowhere, Indiana, and it’s kinda driving him crazy.

He almost misses it — the weight of it on his tongue, how it stretches his mouth, the salty-bitter taste, how powerful he felt reducing a guy to pathetic moans and whimpers.

And Steve looks like the type to sound like a bitch when he’s got his big dick in someone’s throat. Billy’s throat.

He’s gonna find out, he has to.

Which, surprisingly, isn’t that hard to do. Steve’s already as drunk as he is, caution thrown to the wind a long time ago, and Billy’s rolling his tongue around in his mouth as he shoves the pretty boy into an empty room.

He shoves Steve onto the bed just to listen to his pouty little, “Don’t push me,” and the little glare Steve gives him makes Billy grin, his teeth reflecting the dim light of the lamp across the room.

Steve looks like a fucking treat: leaning back on his elbows, thighs spread open, hair a perfect mess, his cheeks flushed pink.

And, he’s already hard. Perhaps he likes the pushing around more than he’s letting on.

“I’ll push you all I want, princess,” Billy hums as he steps between Steve’s legs hanging over the edge of the bed and sinks to his knees there, his blue eyes trained on Steve’s dark ones, watching him squirm in anticipation.

The sound of the music blaring down the hall filters into their quiet room as Billy tugs at Steve’s belt and pants, impatient, and ignoring Steve’s questions about whether he locked the door or if he thinks they should go back to his place for more privacy.

Billy can’t fucking wait so he fixes the other boy with a glare and says, “Door’s locked, stop being a pussy.”

Which makes Steve pout and glare at him again, muttering about how much he isn’t a pussy under his breath as they both watch Billy aggressively tug Steve’s pants and briefs down his legs until they’re off completely.

And holy fucking shit.

Billy’s seen it soft before, in the locker room, but Steve’s cock hard was something else.

He can see Steve squirming again, an annoyed huff of, “You gonna suck it or stare at it?” asked a moment later.

“Both,” Billy smirks, reaching and wrapping his fingers around the thickness of it, giving it a couple dry strokes just to make the pretty boy wince, before he’s eagerly leaning forward to lick a stripe from base to tip.

“Pretty boy with a big fucking dick,” he mumbles against the velvet skin, staring up at Steve, who’s staring down at him with slightly parted lips, watching Billy nuzzle his cheek against his dick.

Billy will blame the alcohol for the fucking worshipping he’s doing, smearing Steve’s cock across his nose and lips, moaning as he buried his face lower into the coarse hair there, inhaling the scent of Steve greedily.

“Jesus, Hargrove,” Steve breathes, his eyebrows lifted as he watches the filthy display, “You really want it that bad, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy mumbles and bites a sharp little pinch into Steve’s thigh in retaliation, making a soft sound when he watches the look of surprised pleasure cross Steve’s face.

“You like a lil’ rough, Harrington?” He asks in a low tone, sliding his palm up and down the length of him, giving the tip a little twist before smoothing down to the pretty boy’s balls, which he gives a little tap with his fingertips.

His mouth curves into a delighted smile when Steve whimpers at that, his face twisting again in that pleasured bit of pain.

“Oh, I think you do,” Billy chuckles as he gives Steve’s balls another tap, this time harder, and it has Steve gasping with a squirm.

“Billy,” Steve breathes, his eyes glazing over a bit as his thighs spread further, welcoming the touches — if they could be called that.

“Steve,” he mocks in the same tone, still grinning, “You like that, baby? You’d probably cum right on the spot if I spanked you, hm?”

The blush on Steve’s cheeks going pink to red tell him all he needs to know.

“Maybe later I’ll smack your ass so red and sore you’ll think about me every time you sit down,” he hums as he slides his hand around Steve’s dick again, feeling his own neglected cock twitch in his tight jeans at the thought, and from the little punched-out sound Steve makes.

“God, you’re such a slut for it,” Billy murmurs as he leans forward, letting some spit gather in his mouth before letting it drop onto the top of Steve’s dick, smearing it there with his hand.

His gaze lifts to Steve’s face again, watching pleasure flicker across it before he says, “Beg me to suck your dick.”

Which is funny, because he feels like he needs to beg Steve to let him suck it, but it’s more fun this way.

“Please,” Steve whispers, probably drunk enough to not fight back, too desperate for Billy’s mouth, “Please suck my dick…”

He squeezes the tip on the upstroke and watches Steve’s eyelids flutter, mutters, “Good boy,” before lowering his mouth to stuff it full of Steve’s cock.

Fuck, it’s better than he’d imagined. So heavy, so thick, so perfect. He can’t help but to moan as he swirls his tongue around the tip, digging into the slit with a pointed tongue and humming a laugh at the way Steve swears under his breath and grasps at the sheets.

Billy can’t help himself — he presses further, opening his mouth and jaw wider as he gently wiggles his head down, swallowing around Steve with a soft gag that Steve swears at again.

“Fuck, Billy, slow down,” Steve pants, but the way his hips are twitching up tells Billy that no, he shouldn’t slow down, he’s gonna make King Steve cum in record time.

He doesn’t stop until he’s breathing hard through his nose and pressing it to the coarse hair again, feeling his eyes roll back a little as he swallows around Steve again, spit gathering at the corners of his mouth as he begins to bob his head.

“Jeeesus,” Steve slurs, falling back onto the bed as he grabs at his own hair, dragging his hands down his face as he listens to the sound of Billy swallowing around him and gently choking on his cock.

When he feels lightheaded, Billy pulls off with a gasp, still stroking Steve as he catches his breath, watching the pretty boy try so hard not to cum.

Billy’s fist stops at the base of the other boy’s cock and with his other hand, he slaps the tip with his palm, like he could Steve’s cheek — and he drunkenly grins at the loud moan that rips out of Steve’s mouth.

“C’mon, Stevie, last a lil’ longer for me,” Billy breathes before he’s leaning down again, swallowing around Steve with a moan, choking as Steve’s hips twitch up and up.

He’s barely given a warning, a choking of his own name falling from Steve’s lips, before Steve cums right into his throat.

And he’s honestly so fucking desperate that he actually swallows it, humming happily as he does, bobbing his mouth up and down until Steve’s whining about ‘too much’ and whatever else he’s bitching about.

Billy pulls off and rests his head on Steve’s thigh, trying to catch his breath as he does, savouring the taste of Steve’s cock and cum in his mouth because he’s fucking gross and needy like that, but he doesn’t care.

“Did…did you swallow..?” Steve asks softly and suddenly, kinda breathlessly.

Billy glances up at him again, seeing the look of disbelief and awe on Steve’s face, and it makes him snort in amusement, “Yeah. So?”

“Nothing, just…didn’t think you were the type.”

He lifts a brow at that and lifts his head from its soft muscled pillow of Steve’s thigh, cocking his head a little as he says, kinda threatens, “I could just spit it into your mouth next time, if you’d prefer.”

The blush that appears on Steve’s face makes Billy grin again. What a fucking freak. How did he get so lucky?

“You swallow my cock like that again, you can do whatever you want to me,” Steve sighs, stretching a little on the bed as Billy crawls onto it and on top of him, nosing at Steve’s jawline and burying his face into the other’s neck.

“Yeah?” Billy hums, enjoying the scent of Steve’s cologne as he licks across the skin there, “You gonna let me spank you raw then fuck you so I can feel the heat of your skin on my hips?”

“Jesus Christ,” Steve sighs, almost exasperated, but his cock twitches where it’s trapped between their bellies.

Billy hides his smug smile in the crook of Steve’s neck and knows it’s a ‘yes’.

[katuschka]

Touch Starved Pups – One

Jake Kiszka x f!Reader x Josh Kiszka 4.011 words

Welcome to Part One of the story about what happens to two well-behaved, bored and horny romantics when a new feisty, worldly and hot social media manager enters the building...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): expressive language, promiscuous behaviour, unprotected sex (or still rather just allusions to it , just setting the scene...), oral sex, handjob, kissing, twinfight, fistfight, angst, mockery, consensual teasing game that's borderline exploitative, slightly toxic behaviour...so, to sum it up, this is pure rock&roll filth, folks.

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I know who I am when I'm alone

I'm something else when I see you

You don't understand, you should never know

How easy you are to need

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me

Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

Walking down the photo pit after all the other photographers cleared off is my favorite part of the day. Or night, to be more precise. That’s when I shine: strutting along, ready to capture all those best moments that make all you bitches go feral during AND after the show. This is my queendom. I make content for you lot. And I’m damn good at it.

How do I know that? The numbers just skyrocketed after I joined the team. Ka ching! All those poor things that came before me had no idea how to do their job. Tried to do some lifeless artsy shit that might be good for booklets and collectors’ crap that only collects dust, but not followers. They listened to what the band and their management wanted, but that’s not how it’s done. Nuh uh. I listen to you, my dudes. Your screeches, howls and cries. Some say that you’re crazy, but I know better. I’m here to observe what drives you crazy, and then I shall stir it up even more. When it comes to online content, the only thing that matters is what YOU want.

Make no mistake, I create art too. The crucial difference is that it’s not shit. Socials need candid eye candy and I’m here to provide it. 

I gotta admit, they make my job quite easy. All four of them do, but the twins are human masterpieces. Born pretty, they gradually learned that they could monetize it just as much as their respective talents. I didn’t need to come up with a strategy; it’s always been there for the taking. The fact that my predecessors have been mostly ignoring this is a mind-boggling mystery to me. Those guys know for sure that they ruin your panties. I just needed to know how.

So I rolled up my sleeves and went down to the barricade to do my research. Marketing’s no rocket science. Veni, vidi, vici. I just looked at them through your eyes and your own photos, and let me tell you – you bitches aren’t crazy, you are right! Yeah, I saw it too. And I get it. Some people in the team wanna keep pretending that it’s all about the music – which is surprisingly good, by the way – but that’s not what makes you sleep in the dirt and sit on a curb for days, and then again…and again. Those sons of bitches basically fuck on stage, looking very tasty while doing so. Especially Frodo and Patchybeard. Whether it’s a guitar, a mic stand or just plain air – they just shag it! Y’all look like you can feel it, and they’re very well aware. It strokes their egos, so they just keep adding fuel to the fire. The first time I saw that, I just stood there with my mouth wide open and just laughed, and laughed, and laughed. It was a fucking orgy! And then, when it was time to walk into their bright conference room and pretend to do some serious business for a change, I put on my super serious and super professional face, and I told them what needed to be done. 

Let’s just take your usual fangirl stuff and make it official. Sorry, not sorry. You crave it, so what. I keep the Facebook page artsy and businesslike for those gramps and music snobs that would go batshit crazy if they saw any more pictures with sweaty “jummies”, sparkling dicks and marshmallow balls; but anywhere else, it’s a party. 

Some of you keep wondering why they behave like such frenzied horndogs all the time. My lovelies, the explanation is pretty simple. It’s because they are! You wanna know if they are like that in real life? Yes, the answer is yes! It’s good for the show, sure thing, and they’re both true born professionals creating a breathtaking spectacle. “It’s all for you, bla bla bla!” But the truth is that they’re naturals, not really much different offstage. Lusty, filthy, bad. 

Just kidding. They’re sweethearts. Lust-driven, whiny pups that want to be played with. When the show is over, they both follow me backstage like the good boys that they are, wagging their tails at me enthusiastically. 

Ooops, what did I just say? Lemme put my fingers to my mouth and giggle like a coy lady that I’m not. Some of you already suspect it anyway, and it was collectively decided that you should hate me with passion. I guess now I’m famous, too. D’oh!

So, yeah… When I said that it was there for the taking, I forgot to mention that I also wanted to take it. Life on tour is lonely and stressful. I’m not immune to that either. Sex helps. That’s why the rockstars of yore kept fucking everything that dared to come close while they were all high as a kite. Because why not…well, apart from the fact that unlike good sex, drugs actually ruin lives. No, I’m not a fan. 

Times have changed and today’s musicians – and I’m not talking about all those wannabes with backing tracks – really need to work hard to earn their bread.They’re self-aware and sober (Take that with a pinch of salt…they’re sober while actually working.). Often homesick. Sure, some of them are still jerks or junkies. Or both. Not a fan of these either. I worked with some and it was a nightmare. 

But, when I joined the Greta Van Fleet team, I found a bunch of down-to-earth and touch starved homeboys, well aware of their power but hesitant to act upon it. That’s the difference between having a huge dick and being one. They’re – and now let me let out a sob or two for the dramatic effect – gentlemen! 

You know what a sweetheart with a huge dick is? That’s your dream come true. Believe me. That’s just something you want. I certainly did.

Not from the start, though. No. They treat the crew like friends and family, and as much as that was certainly a pleasant change, I wavered initially. They were all so kind and gentlemanly that I just decided to keep my friendly distance, thinking they really were such mama’s boys that they appeared to be…The impression didn’t last long. Soon I heard them making jokes and lewd comments when they thought no one was listening. Some of those comments were about my bouncy ass, too. 

Men, am I right? 

Alas, sweethearts’ dicks are still just dicks, and neglect will gradually take its toll. I could see right through their nervous ticks. 

Jake was the first one that fell into my snares. I didn’t really pursue it; I’m not a monster. Like I said, we were lonely and stressed, and so it just happened one fine day. He craved human contact, and I was there. Life is complicated, but certain things are still pretty simple. Thank god, or whatever supernatural entity you believe in. 

It was a lovely evening in his 2-storey hotel apartment. He often got those, because the others had this habit of gathering together in his room to discuss business – since it was his band – and to get shitfaced in the process. 

We were both sitting cross legged on his bed, both already pleasantly booze-soaked and shrouded in semi-darkness, the only source of light being the dimmed lamps in the main room. I had been giving him a lecture on the importance of a good online presence that evening. Or at least I was trying to do that… When the others got a bit too rowdy, we retreated to his bedroom to have some privacy.

When it comes to online shit, Jake’s the most difficult one. He doesn’t like it. Plain and simple. He had created this cute mask of a smooth and aloof poet slash ancient adventurer, behind which he hides, but you bitches don’t like that. You like watching him talking to his SG in front of thousands like she’s his obedient whore. See, there’s a certain discrepancy in that. I kinda understood where it was coming from, him being in his element onstage and all that shit, but I also needed him to understand my point.

And it was tough. He’s complicated. He likes to pretend to be a tough, mysterious guy, but deep down he’s just a shy and wide-eyed fawn that bounces when you say “boo”. Not always, mind. I learned that  the hard way once when I was leaving his room with scarlet imprints of his fingers on my thighs. However, drunk Jake is a meek and needy cutiepie. I could definitely use it to my advantage. So I poured us more drinks. 

“I dunno, s’not really me,” he countered after I tried to explain one more time. 

I showed him another one of the most recent videos. “Are you telling me this is not you?”

I grew really fond of his quiet “hahaha” every time he felt discomfited and flattered at the same time. Just like now. Stroking his chin with his finger, he shifted nervously and continued: “Well, yeah…uuum…you like this?” 

That was the moment when I knew I had him firmly in my grasp. Yeah, Jakey, I reeeeally like it. Let me just show you how much.

I seized my chance. We laughed and joked and flirted and all that shit. Talking about his desirable body parts that y’all take snapshots of soon turned to physical manifestations and before we knew it, his fly was open, his fat cock hard and out and firmly in my hand. I brushed my thumb gently over his pink and already leaking head before I wrapped my fingers around his shaft once again and started pumping him slowly. He just sat there and watched me with his lips parted, both mesmerized and taken aback by how quickly things escalated. I returned his stare, looking him firmly in the eye while I quickened my pace, and his breathy exhales turned to full-fledged, loud moans. I tried to shush him by forcing my other thumb in his mouth… and that only made it worse. There were still other people in the adjacent room and the door was open, but he just wouldn’t shut up! I had to grab his chin and stick my tongue in his mouth to keep him quiet. 

That sobered him up a bit. He didn’t want me to stop, he just wanted to regain control. Our tongues wrestled for a few seconds before he grabbed my cheeks and returned the kiss in such a manner that made my pussy spasm. I liked that, and we continued like that until he came all over my fingers a few minutes later. Thankfully, someone put some music on in the other room and it muffled his moans a bit, because my mouth could no longer contain them. He howled in it. It was hot.

You know, I’ve had the misfortune to cross paths with assholes who’d just throw me out after that, both satisfied and ashamed that my skills made them finish so quickly and unceremoniously, without fanfare and praises. Not Jake. He had to reciprocate AND prove himself at the same time. He’s vain, but in a good, gentlemanly way. 

After everyone else left, he just fucked my brains out. It surprised me how much he wanted to kiss, and not just my lips (either kind). His tongue was running marathons all over my body, and if I remember it correctly, I think I came five times that night. Not my record, but still a very impressive first-time. 

After that, he just kept crawling back to me, stopping me in empty hallways just to whisper obscene poems about my hungry pussy in my ear. Talking about how he’d feed me. 

He’s a sly one: the kind of a man that would run his fingertips gently down your spine in a room full of other people, while talking casually about fucking you raw, only for you to hear. I mean, that’s exactly what he did once or twice. I’m sure our “conversations” always looked completely innocent from a distance, with only Josh sometimes watching us with his lips pursed. Sometimes his eyes even narrowed a bit. That feisty chipmunk knew from the very start, and I thought I could spot jealousy in that piercing stare of his. I enjoyed that, just as much as Jake enjoyed making me wet in public, and calling it “retribution”. Honestly, I didn’t mind. Punish me as much as you want, baby, and keep using all those fancy words while doing so. Yeah. 

I’m a born provocateur, so I often just asked for more. Every time I saw him start licking his lips absentmindedly, I struck. In the end, it was always him who had to calm down, to keep it cool…to hide his hard dick. 

We both loved it. It was our little fight for dominance. We teased each other and then there would be a reward. 

It was a bit different with Josh. He’s a lover, not a fighter. He doesn’t need to fight for dominance and so he often rejects that role voluntarily.

At first I thought he wouldn’t be interested at all, even though his grabby hands landed on my bare skin more often than some would deem comfortable. But he’s like that with everyone! Including Bob, the chalice filler. It often doesn’t mean a thing. 

I knew it meant something when he almost grabbed my ass once. I tried to experiment with the same strategy I once used on Jake: using his own weapons against him, making him cross the friendly line.

It happened during a soundcheck while I was showing him a preview of my next scheduled post. His weapon was right there, on full display, and I further accentuated it by a subtle, punny caption. It made him giggle and I winked at him. 

“So, you okay with this? I mean, it’s all over the internet anyway…”

“Dear sparrow, if I weren’t okay with this, you wouldn’t be able to take such a lovely picture of it.” His hand first landed on the small of my back familiarly, just like it always did, and as we talked about other pictures in the carousel, I felt his fingers move even lower until the tip of his pinkie slid under the hem of my pants. I cleared my throat ostentatiously and he drew his hand away quickly as if I had burned him. 

“You know, I should report you for harassment for this,” I said matter-of-factly, still looking at the screen, trying to look both cool and unphased, but the twitch in the corner of my mouth gave me away. A true master of reading such subtleties, he slapped his fingers with his other hand and grinned at me. “Naughty me. Can’t blame me. You just smell so nice, sparrow. What is that?” 

“Hypnotic Poison.”

“Right…” He licked his teeth in a vain attempt not to grin even more. To be hundred percent sure, he still asked me if I wasn’t mad. Sure I wasn’t. I had been waiting for this. 

We parted after that, minding our respective businesses, but all those fleeting glances he cast my way during the rest of the afternoon didn’t escape my attention. Later, just before the show, he cornered me in the bathroom, startling me. I almost poked my eye out with a mascara when I noticed him standing right behind me. “Jesus Fucking Christ on a stick, Josh!”

“Yeah, I’m all that.” It was obvious he wasn’t there to take a leak as he kept watching me watch him in the reflection and his eyes grew darker. I slowly turned around and ran my finger down the hem of his low neckline, even more slowly. Tentatively, almost. Never breaking eye contact and with his lips slightly parted, he let me go lower until I reached the zipper head and tugged at it playfully. 

“Black velvet really suits you, you know?” I teased.

“Yeah, I know.” 

Cheeky brat. You wanna play, baby? Let me show you how it’s done. I slipped the tips of my fingers under the hem of his cleavage until I found his left nipple and started running circles over it with my middle finger. His breath hitched and his eyes widened before he seemingly regained his composure and flashed me a sly smile. 

“So…ummm…you and Jake are…exclusive?”

“Wow, you’re pretty straightforward,” I laughed. “No, we’re not. Just having some fun. Why?” 

Why, indeed. He made it pretty clear why, and I let my tongue give him the answer he desired. After the show that very night, he knocked on my door with a shy smile plastered on his face after I opened it. I welcomed him in.

Josh never fought me. He always presented himself on a silver platter and let me do whatever I pleased. Then he repaid me when the payment was due. My initial impression of him being a pillow princess wasn’t completely off, but my god! The man can fuck! Never try to piss him off. Or you know what? DO try to piss him off, because it turns him to a jackhammer. 

I once called him a sissy and the wrath that poured down on me afterwards made me see stars. 

So that’s how it went. They both knew what was happening behind closed doors with the other one, and both were ok with that, as long as it didn’t interfere with their own plans. And that was just a matter of time. 

To tell you the truth, I did wonder what it would be like to have them both, so when the opportunity presented itself, I would be a fool not to encourage it. 

Every once in a while, there are shows where shit just happens and everything that can go wrong, does do wrong. It was one of those nights. Even back at the venue, right after the show, I saw how both their faces were twisted with tension, and maybe the best way to avoid even more trouble would have been to avoid them altogether. They weren’t the only people who had a rough night. I was exhausted, too. If I were a bit more responsible, I would have settled for a nice hot bath and a filthy book, but sadly, I’m a people pleaser. Also, nothing can calm me down better than the smell of male skin.

It was long past midnight when I heard a knock on my door. 

“It’s me, Bebe. Please, let me in.” 

That’s right. He gave me that nickname shortly after we started fucking, even though I teased him that he would never beat those allegation that way. 

If you guessed that I indeed did open the door, you’re right. He didn’t even wait for the invitation to enter this time. The stress was doing us no good. I could smell even more troubleon the horizon, but I ignored it.

“Jake, you can’t just storm inside like this. What if I had company?” It was no use to argue with him. No longer sober to begin with, he was already making himself at home and pouring himself another drink. 

“Please, Bebe, stop teasing. I need you! I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Well, tough luck! Josh asked first.”

“Oh no, no no no! It’s my turn, baby! You can’t do this to me. Tonight was hell. Call him and tell him that you’re mine.” I shot him a sharp look, so he added quickly: “... for the night. ” Well, that only made it worse. 

Funny how quickly they got accustomed to the fact that I was just within reach. I would have been offended if I weren’t aware of how insolently I played with them too. Still, I should have said no, but I’m just human. 

However, the whole situation was already a bit more complicated than that. “I can’t. He’s already here.” 

Jake cast me a confused look before he smiled sympathetically at my feeble attempt to get rid of him. “Where? Hiding in the closet?”

“No, he’s in the shower.”

He just stood there for a short while, contemplating something, before he grabbed my cheeks with both hands and whispered sultrily: “Please, love, just a blowjob then. Your mouth can do wonders, baby. I beg you.” Noticing that I wavered, he bent closer to whisper in my ear: “You can ride my face anytime you want. You know that.”

Again, I should have said no, but the said mouth already started watering when I noticed the rapidly growing bulge. Mentally, he was already hitting my tonsils. I was on my knees in seconds. I knew Josh usually took his time, so maybe it was manageable. And if not…well, surely there was a way to benefit from the hypothetical pickle, should it happen.

And it happened. I was deepthroating him with both his hands holding my head and his head tilted back, when we heard the door open.

“Jesus fuck, Jake!” 

The moment of surprise made me gag. Jake withdrew quickly and started tugging himself back in his pants, which wasn’t easy, given his current state. Josh, however, just stood there completely and unabashedly naked. “Get out!” he bellowed, completely forgetting that it was in fact MY room they were both in. 

“No,” Jake spat back.

They started barking at each other like berserk chihuahuas. I swear, I was seconds from throwing them BOTH out, dicks out and all. They could keep shouting at each other in the hall or even in the main lobby for all I cared, but the wicked creature in me wanted to see how this would escalate. And it escalated majestically. 

I hadn’t bothered to unpack my suitcase earlier that day. It just lay open on the floor with my purple vibrator placed haphazardly on top of my lingerie. Jake spotted it, bent down to retrieve it and before I could argue, he thrust it against Josh’s bare chest while his other hand patted his cheek: “Here, this should do. Now bugger off!” 

I think I stopped breathing for a second. They teased each other quite often, but this seemed downright mean, even to their standards. I think Jake realized it too, but it was too late. We both watched the flames that appeared behind Josh’s dilated pupils and before either of us could react, Josh started after him and pushed him against the wall. And so the party started. In a matter of mere seconds, Jake fist almost collided with Josh’s jaw. Thankfully, Frodo is quite nimble, so he ducked the blow and striked back, his knuckles colliding with Jake’s forearm. Watching them wrestle like that, fuming, limbs intertwined, I was almost sorry I had no popcorn at hand. It was a comical sight: Josh still completely naked, Jake barely tucked back in his jeans. 

Have you ever seen puppies fighting over a toy? That’s them. They were both so needy and neither one ready to give up. It was time to seize the opportunity, so I… started laughíng. Loudly and mockingly. They both let go of each other and turned their heads to the source of that offensive sound: me. 

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, leaning back on my arms and with my legs crossed, contemplating my next move. Realizing I had no panties under my punto tube dress, I decided to Basic Instinct them. Sure, nothing new, but men are simple creatures. A naked pussy is like the Moon they howl at. It’s always new. Moreover, the fact that they never saw me like this before together was surely a great bonding experience of its own. I watched their faces for more clues and grinned viciously when I saw exactly what I hoped for. See, they’re different in many ways including this. Jake licks his lips, while Josh clenches his jaw. I tutted at them, watching how they both raised their eyebrows in a silent question. 

“Guys! You both know very well that I got more than one hole.”

Hooked? Read Part Two.

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[mypoisonedvine]

Kinda dark!Neil gets jealous and very possessive over his best friend (reader) when she's dating someone. They end up arguing, he calls her something bad, she slaps him and he kisses her, eventually confessing his feelings.

I got so many requests for various versions of dark neil like yall are FERAL for him and honestly? yeah. mood.

warnings: dark (obviously), manipulation, basically neil is just an asshole lmao

"I just think you can do better," he shrugged, glancing away from you. And even though you'd probably heard it a thousand times, for some reason that one was the last straw.

"I wish you'd just say it, Neil," you spat at him, getting his attention again with a raised eyebrow. "I wish you'd just say what you're obviously getting at."

"What?" he denied, scoffing.

"You know, Craig thinks that you're--"

"Oh, fucking Craig," he rolled his eyes, "god forbid we forget for one second what Craig think-- cause Craig is sooo smart, right?"

"Shut up," you frowned. "You know, if you were really my friend, you'd just be supportive."

"If I was really your friend?" Neil repeated. "What's that mean? What am I if not your friend?"

"I-I-- well--" you stammered, trying again to say it but losing your nerve.

Neil scoffed, crossing his arms as he gave you this nasty, smug kind of smile. "You tell me to just say it, but you can't even say it yourself," he noticed. "You're not that tough, you know."

You pouted a little, looking down at the floor.

"I am your friend," he promised, "but I don't wanna be."

You nervously looked up at him, not sure what that meant, and found him stepping closer.

"I'm guessing Craig told you that-- he's an idiot, but I guess he's not completely oblivious..." Neil sighed, stepping closer to you again-- making you start to step back a little. "I don't wanna just be your friend. There, I said it."

"Wh-what do you want?" you asked, even though the answer was pretty obvious now-- you were still hoping he might give a different answer.

"I want you," he said, and your heart jumped as he stepped closer. "I always wanted you."

"N-Neil, you don't mean that," you breathed.

"I've never meant anything like I mean that," he assured. "And you can lie to yourself or to fucking Craig all you want-- but I know you want me, too."

"God, I defended you," you remembered with wide eyes, "Craig said you were just trying to get into my pants, and I defended you. I can't believe he was right..."

"Did you really not know?" Neil laughed a little. "Sometimes I thought it was obvious."

"No, I didn't know! I trusted you!" you yelped.

"Well, Jesus-- you make it sound like I did something awful," he laughed thinly, "it's not a crime to fall for your best friend."

"But all this time, and you never told me," you sighed, "were you just... waiting? Thinking I'd eventually fall into bed with you?"

"I mean..." Neil stalled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, and you groaned as you rolled your eyes.

"God, you're such a creep!"

He frowned, glaring at you a bit. "Listen, I'm sorry you're so goddamn disappointed, but you don't have to be such a bitch--"

Instantly you put your hand up-- it was pure instinct at that point-- but before you could hit him across the face, he grabbed your wrist and clicked his tongue at you disapprovingly.

"Don't do that," he warned you. "Don't be like that."

"Neil, let go," you whimpered, trying to tug your hand away, but he just grabbed your hip and pulled you into him. His eyes met yours before trailing down to your lips, his own sighing for a moment.

"I wanted you so bad," he said again, softer, "for so long. Enough to drive a guy crazy, you know-- being around you all the time and never having you."

"Neil, please," you whispered back, eyes welling with tears. "Just let me go, please."

"Not until you admit that you wanted this, too," he replied, and you shook your head as you bit your shaking lip.

He frowned again, finally letting go of your wrist and holding your cheek instead.

"We're so much better for each other," he insisted, "I'll take such good care of you, angel. Why won't you just let me do that, huh?"

Instead of giving you time to respond, he suddenly pressed his lips to yours; he held your head when you tried to pull back, forcing you to stay close against him as he hummed quietly against you. You tried to push harder on his shoulders, but he only tilted his head and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into the opening created by your gasp of protest.

He seemed to think if he just forced it on you long enough, you'd succumb to it, and he got frustrated when he didn't work. He slipped his hand around your neck, tightening it just enough to threaten you with something worse. "Kiss me," he ordered you under his breath, and you felt like you had to at this point for your safety. Struggling to put any real passion into it as your heart raced with fear, you shut your eyes and finally kissed him back; he moaned a little, you even felt him smile and hold you tighter.

You broke away enough to speak again. "We can't-- Neil, this isn't okay," you stammered out.

"It's fine," he promised dismissively as he leaned in again, "I won't tell him."

"N-no, fuck, I don't mean--" you groaned, but you were interrupted when Neil pressed his hips to yours and you felt the bulge in his jeans. "F-fuck, Neil--"

"See what you do to me?" he grinned. "Sorry, I just can't help it-- I swear I'm hard half the time that I'm with you, you're just so cute."

"Are you fucking serious?" you sneered at him.

"You're even cuter when you're angry with me," he laughed, easily pushing your hand away when you tried to hit him again. "C'mon, don't fight me, angel-- please don't fight me."

You were about to ask what the fuck else you were supposed to do when he was acting like this, but you were interrupted as he shoved you down onto the couch, climbing on top of you. "What the fuck are you--?!"

"Shh," he offered, kissing your neck as he started to reach up under your shirt. "Shh, hey, it's gonna be good, okay? You're gonna realize how good we are together."

"Neil, I swear, if you don't get the fuck off of me," you began, gasping as he pinned you down by your wrists.

"Please, baby," he sighed, "I just need you so bad. Okay? I need you so fucking bad I can't stand it-- you're so funny, and sweet, and sexy, and honestly I don't even deserve you, but let me try, you know?"

He really seemed to think this was some grand romantic gesture, and not the most terrifying thing you'd ever seen so up close.

"I'll give you anything you want," he promised, "I'll do anything you want--"

"Get off me."

"Other than that," he added with a little laugh. "I need to show you how much you mean to me... so please don't put up too much of a fight, okay? Because I really don't want to hurt you."

He leaned down and kissed your lips again, softer and sweeter, before kissing your cheek instead and then whispering beside your ear.

"But I will if I have to."

[adoristsposts]

hi i love your writing! could you possibly do justin herbert and reader breaking up but then they rekindle and it’s a happy ending?

author's note; anons treating me so well u guys have better ideas than i do icl summary; alcohol and not being over your ex doesn't exactly mix well- unless, of course, your ex seems just as hung up on you. word count; 1K warnings; drinking, swearing characters; Reader x Justin Herbert

You let a loud sigh escape your lips the second your apartment door shut behind you. You placed a palm on the door, using it for support as you slipped off your heels and let your bare feet sink into the carpeted floor. "Jesus," you muttered to yourself. Without missing a beat, you headed to your fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. You set your purse down on the kitchen island and, wine bottle in hand, padded over to the couch. You turned it on and, of course, your ex-boyfriend's face filled the screen. "It was just a flesh wound." He told the press before you could switch the channels. Your hand paused, hovering over the Netflix icon you had been meaning to press. A flesh wound? You couldn't stop yourself from pulling your phone out and googling it. Three years later you were unable to resist the need to know he was okay. His dismissal of it on television seemed reasonable, you decided as you scrolled through a few articles. But then a few articles became a highlight reel. And then media posts. And then his Instagram. He still followed you from back when the two of you had dated. You remembered his management encouraging him to make the account, and how, despite the fact he didn't run it, he had made sure you were one of the few hundred he followed back.

The split had been amicable. Your post-college heart had been absolutely broken, but Justin was moving to LA and you couldn't handle the distance. The two of you tried keeping in contact for a few months, but the second he was spotted with another woman you shut down. By the time you had sorted out your feelings for him, it felt too embarrassing to reach out. Now, ironically, you were in LA. And you wished you had held on to contact. Because god damn was dating in LA boring. The one you had just returned from had entailed a Chiefs fan mansplaining football to you and complaining about Taylor Swift- all because you had peeked past his shoulder to get a look at the Niners' score. You forced yourself to close your phone. You stood up and walked over to the closest mirror, checking yourself out. You had done your hair and makeup and picked a cute outfit- even worn heels!- just for the guy to be a tool. You smoothed out your shirt. Fuck it, you told yourself. You texted your best friend. Wanna go out? Absolutely, bitch. She replied.

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. How you had gotten home, or what exactly had happened the night before, you had no idea. You groaned loudly and leaned over to grab your phone off the nightstand. The notifications that greeted you were so mortifying you were sure you were going to puke. Seven missed calls from Justin, three voicemails, and five text messages. There was no chance in hell you were looking at any of those. You took an everything shower, blew out your hair, painted your nails, and made yourself food. Who knew that your ex-boyfriend could be so helpful when it came to working through a hangover? Finally, hours later, you had to check. The time without your phone- although you hated to admit it- was driving you crazy. You could only sit through so much without wanting to check it. And you were sure your best friend had to be worried you had choked on your own vomit at this point.

You responded to her texts first, with a simple 'I think I drunk called Justin.' You ignored her frantic texts and clicked on his first voicemail. "Hey." His voice sent shivers down your spine. There was something so homely about the way he sounded. Like hearing an old favorite song. "I think you drunk called me. My hand's fine, thanks for asking. Just a sprain, it'll be fine by the end of our by week. " Ever polite. When Justin first stepped into the spotlight, so many people questioned his personality and whether he would be fit to lead a team as their quarterback. He had never cared. He always dismissed it with a quiet wave. He was how he was, and you had loved him for it. The voicemail cut out there, and you played the next one. "Sorry," He began, because what else would he start out with? "I can't stop listening to what you sent me. I know you're drunk, but you said you haven't gotten over it- just in case you don't remember in the morning- and I haven't either. Just thought you should know." A click. You cringed. You truthfully didn't remember a moment of it. You understood now how the prohibition had happened. The last one. "Ok, I swear this is it." He laughed. The sound was like stepping under a warm ray of sun on a cold day. "I miss you. Text me when you wake up- I'm sorry for blowing up your phone. You said you were in LA? We should reconnect."

You put your phone face down and ran a hand over your face. Reconnect. With your ex-boyfriend. That you still weren't over. You texted your best friend. She responded with a bunch of messages that all had the same point; 'absolutely, you dumbass, you are still so in love with him and i'm sick of hearing about it.'

You swiped out of her messages and opened Justin's, which were full of concerned texts and him asking for you to text him when you got home to ensure you were safe. You bit your lip to try and control your smile. I'm free anytime this week. Coffee?

[ghosttotheparty]

‘hey, how’d it go?’

‘uh. not great.’

‘shit. tell me.’

‘ well, it started kinda fine. she kept, like, looking at my neck, but she didn’t say anything. but we got along pretty well.’

‘ did you hook up?’

‘ well. we were going to. but it was… i don’t know. weird.’

‘weird awkward?’

‘yeah. like it just… jesus, i don’t know. it felt wrong? but not, like, wrong wrong, just. weird.’

‘sure.’

‘it was like we didn’t know what to do.’

‘how far’d you get?’

‘we made out. but when i went to take my shirt off, she said— i’m not exaggerating— oh my go-od.’

‘jesus, steve.’

‘yeah. honestly i don’t even know why i fucking bother.’

‘what do you mean?’

‘ i dunno. guess i knew i’m fucking ugly now, i guess i just kinda… i don’t know. hoped it wasn’t that bad. but i’m an idiot, so.’

‘jesus, steve, shut the fuck up.’

‘huh?’

‘you’re not— fuck, there was so much wrong with all of that, oh my god.’

‘eddie.’

‘no— okay, alright. steve. you’re not ugly.’

‘she recoiled, eddie.’

‘okay, well, cindy alden is a bitch. i remember her from school, she’s always been awful. don’t laugh, i’m serious, she’s terrible.’

‘okay, eddie.’

‘you’re not ugly.’

‘i’m…’

‘steve. you’re not ugly. your scars are cool.’

‘think you’re the only one that thinks that.’

‘well my opinion is the most important, so.’

‘okay, eddie.’

‘look. your scars are metal as fuck. even if you don’t think so.’

‘…’

‘when you see my scars, do you think they’re ugly?’

‘wha— no, of course not.’

‘so why do you think yours are ugly?’

‘…i dont know.’

‘have you actually looked at your scars? taken a really good look?’

‘i don’t really want to.’

‘look at them. now.’

‘eddie.’

‘come on, stevie, humour me.’

‘…okay. i’m looking.’

‘have you noticed how they, like, kinda swirl a little bit?’

‘…noticing that now.’

‘don’t they kinda look like storm clouds?’

‘…’

‘steve?’

‘yeah. a little bit. guess that’s… kinda cool.’

‘and the colours? aren’t they pretty?’

‘you’re trying to make me feel better about myself.’

‘yeah. i am. aren’t they pretty?’

‘…yeah. i guess.’

‘and our scars match. that’s pretty cool. they’re like friendship bracelets.’

‘some fucked up friendship bracelets. but yeah. it’s kinda nice that i’m not the only one.’

‘you’re not ugly, steve. even with your sick-ass scars, you’re ho— you’re so cool.’

‘yeah? you think i’m pretty, eddie?’

‘…anyway. don’t worry about what cindy alden has to say. you’re good. and you’re not an idiot.’

‘okay, eddie.’

‘don’t okay, eddie me, i’m serious. you’re pretty smart, steve.’

‘okay, maybe i’m not an idiot, but i wouldn’t go so far as to say i’m smart.’

‘well, it’s a good thing i’m not asking you, isn’t it? don’t sigh at me. you’re smart.”

‘eddie, i don’t mind being the dumb one of the group, it’s fine.’

‘no, it’s not, steve. you’re not the dumb one. just because you’re not a science nerd or something doesn’t mean you’re not smart.’

‘in what way am i smart?’

‘you’re observant as fuck, steve. i’m serious, you are. dustin and robin told me about how they only realised the russian code was coming from hawkins because you were the only one that recognized the music in it.’

‘…’

‘we only figured out we could communicate from the upside down because you heard dustin. no one else heard him.’

‘you guys thought i was crazy.’

‘yeah, until we heard him too, and then i thought holy shit, this guy’s got ears like a fuckin’ bat.’

‘…’

‘you knew how to drive that rv right away.’

‘didn’t have much of a choice.’

‘what i meant was that you’d never driven an rv before.’

‘…‘s true.’

‘you’re really smart, steve. you’re… resourceful. and intuitive, and observant, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t know science-y shit.’

‘…okay.’

‘and even if you weren’t smart, it wouldn’t matter. you’re more than your body and brains, stevie.’

‘what else am i, eddie?’

‘jesus, where should i start? …okay. you’re really sweet.’

‘sweet?’

‘so fucking sweet, steve, you’re one of the nicest people i know. even in high school, you were nicer than the other douche bags. and now you’re… you’re kind, steve. even if you’re being bitchy. you’re kind, and considerate, and patient when you need to be.’

‘…okay.’

‘and you’re… you’re funny. i know all the kids make fun of your jokes, but i laugh at all of them.’

‘thanks.’

‘you’re a good friend.’

‘am i?’

‘remember what i said about you being observant?’

‘yeah?’

‘i swear you can walk into a room and just… know. like, if anything is wrong, you pick up on it immediately, it’s insane. and you always know exactly what people need. you’re… safe.’

‘…safe?’

‘yeah. safe. everyone’s totally comfortable around you. the kids fucking adore you.’

‘really?’

‘yeah. the other day we were hanging out while you and robin were at work, and erica sighed very loudly and complained that she missed you.’

‘erica said that?’

‘erica fucking sinclair said, and i quote, i miss steve.’

‘…that’s really nice.’

‘you’re a good guy, steve, seriously. you’re selfless and brave and kind, and i love how you look after everyone, and how your eyes light up when talk about your sports, and how you get all mushy about the kids when they’re not around, and—’

‘…’

‘look. you’re, like, the best. and it— it breaks my fucking heart to hear you talk about yourself like you’re some piece of shit.’

‘…’

‘steve?’

‘…’

‘fuck, are you crying?’

‘…no?’

‘fuck, steve, i’m—’

‘eddie?’

‘yeah?’

‘i… i have to tell you something.’

‘what is it? are you okay?’

‘…i’m falling in love with you.’

‘…what?’

‘i’m sorry, eddie.’

‘no, don’t hang up, stevie— you’re— are you sure?’

‘yeah. i’m sure.’

‘but you… what about the girls?’

‘i was… i was trying not to— to fall for you, but you… fucking christ, eddie, you’re so…’

‘so?’

‘so good. you’re so perfect.’

‘fuck.’

‘im sorry, eddie.’

‘don’t apologise, stevie, i’m— i’m in love with you too.’

‘…say it again.’

‘i’m in love with you, too.’

‘holy shit.’

‘are you okay?’

‘i’m okay. i’m… can you come over?’

‘…to yours?’

‘or— or i can go to yours, i just— i wanna see you.’

‘you do?’

‘i wanna… i wanna kiss you.’

‘fuck. fuck, fuck, ow, okay, i’m—‘

‘what just happened?’

‘i fell off my bed, i’m fine, i can be there in a few minutes.’

‘are you sure?’

‘holy shit, steve, yes, i’ll be right over.’

‘okay.’

‘okay.’

‘wait, eddie—’

‘yeah?’

‘…i love you.’

‘fuck. i love you too. i’ll be right there, stevie.’

‘okay.’

[weird-an]

Steve is losing it.

Dustin apparently thought a Demodog made a great pet and now it has escaped. Somehow it has become Steve's job to find it, but they didn't.

So Steve can't sleep, again. Because there are monsters loose in Hawkins and he gets to be part of the biggest shit show in town for once more.

He isn't sure if he just wants to get eaten by Dart to never have to deal with Upside Down business again or if he wants to go very long vacation and get drunk until the world turns upside down, but in a fun way.

Steve drives through Hawkins, the nail bat on the passenger’s seat, when he stops at the Melvald's parking spot. It's deserted, way after closing time.

But Billy Hargrove's Camaro is there. Great, another thing that drives Steve crazy. Billy's inability to wear a shirt longer than for a few minutes, his stupid abs and smug smile.

What is he doing here that late at night? Steve gets out, the bat in his hand, because who knows what's going in here.

Billy is kneeling in front of a dumpster at the back of the store. He's got a sausage in his hand and puts in on the ground.

"C'mon, you fucker, stop throwing a tantrum."

Something screeches behind the dumpster. Steve's hands are sweating.

A tiny Demodog jumps out of it, shaking off a banana peel and beginning to chew on the sausage.

It has to be Dart.

And it is… coming up to Billy, knocking its head against Billy's hand. It doesn't hurt him. It is calm.

"See? Stop bitching. Eat. You gotta grow."

Steve can't believe his eyes. "Fucking hell."

The Demodog barks. Billy turns around, scooping Dart behind his back.

"Harrington," he drawls like he isn't poorly hiding a monster from another dimension.

"Dustin is looking for that."

"No idea who you are talking about. But she's got a name," Billy huffs.

Jesus.

Steve sighs. It seems like Billy has a few things in common with Dustin. Loving monsters and their stubbornness.

"What's her name then?"

"Kitty." Billy pets the Demodog's head.

"Dude." Steve is surrounded by idiots. "This isn't a cat."

"No shit, Harrington." Billy stands up, the Demodog in his arm. Kitty screeches at Steve again.

"You don't get it," Steve shouts. "They get bigger. Kitty can eat you."

"Worried for me, pretty boy?" Billy winks at him.

"I don't want you to die," Steve explains and suddenly has to think about basketball practice.

"That's so sweet." Billy still holds the Demodog. "Do you think I could ride her? Like a horse?"

He's riling Steve up, but he's tired and it's working.

"You won't fucking ride her!" Steve groans.

Billy tilts his head. "What about you then?"

Unfortunately the Demodog in his arms isn't big enough to kill Steve and hide his blush.

[mikolovesracing]

you know what i call that?

((::or in this case lando and oscar are too scared to confess their feelings so they do it in their thoughts looking at each other from across the club and charles leclerc is an instigating bitch::))

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i can’t even look in his direction, it’s giving me a migraine

lando was internalizing again, he had this horrid habit of simply letting things simmer, but in the strobe and colour of the monaco club that he had found himself in, he couldn’t take his eyes off the one boy who looked perfect in every scenario. sure he was at least fifteen or so feet away, dancing incredibly close to alex and george and watching him made lando spiral even further. he had this rhythm, this flow, that worked so perfectly as he rolled his body against the two, hands in the air and smile plastered across his face. lando desperately prayed that he could tear his gaze away and for gods sake STOP staring at the part of him where his shirt would ride up slightly exposing his pale skin when he stretched out even a little bit. he sipped at his drink.

just try ignore him, you’ve done a great job of distancing yourself, just keep it together lando, keep it together…but damn does that boy have some fine abs and a lovely smile and small moles that could be traced like constellations across his skin. he’s perfect.

lando huffed and stood up, tossing the rest of his drink back and deciding that he wasn’t drunk enough yet. he was too conscious to actually listen to the thoughts in his head at the moment and needed to just stop feeling for even five measly minutes. he approached the bar where charles was throwing back two shots and ordered one for himself as well.

“jesus charles, end of the world coming?”

“ah! lando! it’s summer break, i am drunk, here a shot mon ami, drink!”

lando found himself with two shots of who knows what top shelf liquor in front of him, contemplating his choices. he didn’t want to be too badly incapacitated, he wasn’t sure how he would get home after this and should probably formulate a plan before getting incredibly fucked up. charles noticed his apprehension and pat him on the back.

“lando what troubles you?” charles asked, the brit huffed.

“oscar fucking piastri actually.”

“pardon? oscar? he’s like the nicest person i have ever met, what has he done?”

“nothing, nothing intentionally that is, he just-“

“oh my god you like him!” charles cut him off, lando gripped his hand firmly around the shot glass.

“shut up! don’t say it so loud charles!”

“over the music? mon ami, he’s not going to hear. why are you sitting here with me and not dance with him, you know you could be looking at him up close, no?”

“no i know, i just can’t be that close to him.”

he drives me crazy.

“but you like him. so be with him!”

“i can’t do that for several reasons, charles, it would fuck up our friendship, ruin our team dynamic, what if he doesn’t feel the same way, fucks sake i don’t know if he’s even gay!”

“you don’t know if he’s gay? oh lando please.”

“no, i’m sure an incredibly talented, well rounded, polite, smart young man like oscar isn’t gonna fancy his racing team mate.”

“well, i hate to freak you out or anything, but, he’s totally staring directly at us.”

shot.

———

stop STARING AT HIM OSCAR! you’re gonna freak him out or something look anywhere but at him.

oscar quite literally could not peel his eyes away from the older mclaren driver sat at the bar with charles leclerc, if he looked away, he feared it would be the last time he’d ever see him. even though stupid perfect lando and his stupid perfect hazel green eyes were constantly in the back of oscar’s mind, eating away at his thoughts and sanity. he had gone to dance with george and alex, hoping that it might take his mind off of lando and how he looked somewhat miserable at the bar. he soon realized that the two taller men were more invested in one another than they were with oscar who felt like he was alone in the club. almost everyone had a partner there with them or were dancing with some girl who sweet talked her way into the private room where the annual summer break kick off was happening. oscar noticed in that second that charles was smirking, not at lando but directly at him and this was enough for him to spin on his heel and hightail it for a booth. he sat alone, drinking, smelling some kind of substance that no one should have and thinking of lando fucking norris like it was a full time gig.

assume he’s not gay oscar. just assume he’s not gay so he can’t possibly even be into you. but do keep in mind that hot crochet button down he’s wearing would look much better on the floor.

oscar shuddered and tossed down more of his drink, standing up again to go get another when another body pressed itself against his. he turned to see charles who was still smirking and holding two shots. this can’t be good.

“oscarrrrrr piastrriiiiii, comment vas-tu?” he slurred as he set the shots down on the table, sliding one towards oscar whose face was paler and redder, knowing that the person who caught him staring was confronting him about it first hand.

“uh, great yeah, thanks charles, yourself?”

“very drunk, mon ami, very drunk, have you spoken to lando tonight?”

oscar felt even more pale and his cheeks were burning red. did charles know? how would he know?

just play it cool.

“no, erm, he seemed like he was pretty invested with you, so i just kind of gave him space, besides he’s probably annoyed of me because he’s constantly forced to be around me.”

that shot is looking like a mighty potent truth serum, mate, careful how you play this out. charles is on a mission.

“i wouldn’t say annoyed at all mon ami, in fact you should go talk to him.” charles is pushing the shot closer and smirking deeper, oscar wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable but couldn’t read what this could be about.

“i dunno charles, i don’t want to bother him.”

no i reckon you should mate.

shut up. oscar slides his fingers around the shot glass. whatever liquid is in it will either give him courage, or make him far dizzier and stupider than he already feels.

“what’s the harm? come on, i’ll take you over.”

“no! charles, i really have reservations about this mate. what if like, he doesn’t…”

“oscar. why would i have stumbled my sexy ass over here if i didn’t know for sure?”

“mate, i dunno, i really don’t think lando fancies me like that.”

“well then go hang out with your teammate, come, lets dance.”

before oscar even has time to think, he tosses the shot back, shaking his head at the fiery liquid and is pulled out of the booth. right as the dj plays smooth operator, carlos sainz from somewhere in the room shouts an angry fuck while laughter erupts around him. his vision is slightly blurred as he is pulled through the crowd, he sees george and alex entangled with one another, pierre and kika snogging and daniel, max, yuki and zhou egging on lance and logan who were shotgunning beers.

madness. this is utter chaos, what the fuck why are we literal children-lando!

lando is leaned against the bar, smiling at the shot gun race when oscar is pulled to his side. oscar looks down and away from lando, attempting to hide the red blush on his face and casually shoving his hands in his pockets.

“fancy seeing you here.” lando says over the music.

“yeah, fancy indeed.” oscar replies.

just talk to him, lando!

oscar, quite literally say anything!

god he looks so nervous.

god he’s so perfect, i can’t tell him, he won’t, what if he doesn’t I CAN’T MESS THINGS UP!

“sorry if i’m reading this wrong but, are you okay?” lando says, trying to look for oscar’s eyes which are anywhere but locked on his. oscar turns flashes a smile and looks down again.

“yeah, just, uh, it’s really loud in here and i think there was malicious intent towards carlos, you know, smooth operator.” oscar chuckles, glancing slightly more towards lando, “and i’ve had a lot to drink. a lot. i did shots with george and lewis earlier.”

you’re drunk oscar, good luck rest is on you mate.

DANCE WITH HIM!

lando leans himself against oscar a bit and links his pinky with the younger driver’s. oscar freezes at the touch, scared of letting himself melt into it. lando leans closer. every part of oscar is telling him this isn’t real and that he’s just super fucked up, he’s had a lot to drink and there was definitely weed somewhere in the room leaving a cloudy haze about them. oscar desperately wanted to let himself relax into lando’s touch, why was he struggling this badly even when intoxicated beyond consciousness, he was still anxious to his core about this being a mirage.

lando was barely in control of his own, maybe it was due to the amount of time he had spent internalizing his feelings for oscar and the general want to be near him that drove him, but maybe it was the fact that charles (even when piss drunk) had a keen sense of instinct, hell he had set up george and alex who had been pining after each other for years, maybe that was similar to what was happening here.

“you boys enjoy yourselves!” charles said as he waltzed away, smiling like an idiot and blowing a kiss back to them. the mclaren drivers laugh and for the first time that night, meet eye to eye.

“i assume he pumped you full of whatever liquor he gave me?” lando asked expectantly to a slightly swaying oscar. oscar nodded a bit rougher than he meant to, fuck he was drunk. “you alright, piastri? you would have a long fall to the floor if you fell.”

“just, hold me up then.” oscar breathed deep, “what did he tell you?”

“you were staring, oscar.”

“oh, i’m sorry, you’re just very gorgeous in the lighting and i like looking at pretty things.”

“what did charles tell you?”

“that you might fancy me, that you might not, i’m not great with words, sorry.”

“do you fancy me, oscar?”

oscar bit his lip, afraid of saying the wrong thing, but letting the liquid courage do the talking for him. he nodded his head instead, feeling very heavy. lando moved closer and placed a stabilizing hand on oscar’s slightly exposed hip, the aussie melted into the touch, gently placing a hand on lando’s shoulder. lando put his other hand on his other hip and pulled him closer. oscsr relaxed.

“oscar, i’ve felt the same way for a long while now. i just didn’t know how to tell you.” lando sighed, close enough that he could smell oscar’s cologne which was somewhere between palo santo and cedarwood as well as the faint hint of alcohol on his breath. oscar was locked on lando, holding onto his shoulders for stability and still nibbling on his bottom lip. he was sure his brain was processing this all wrong, or lando was just as drunk as he was and talking out of his ass, but the twinkle in lando’s eye had honesty and vulnerability written all over them, a safe space hidden behind the rough, stoic exterior of being an f1 driver. this was a side of lando that oscar had only seen a handful of times, a softer, yet wilder side of his personality which screamed him more than his media face. the aussie moved his hands from lando’s shoulders to his face and traded his lip bite for a smile.

“i’m gonna kiss you, lando.” oscar stated, leaning in and pressing his lips on lando’s. lando felt his heart leap out of his chest as he held oscar closer, letting the fact that all of his friends are watching them drift away with the only focus being how soft oscar’s lips were against his. there were a few cheeky whoops which in turn made lando stick up a middle finger and smile against oscar. as soon as they parted, fucking leclerc was there again, a shoulder on each man’s shoulder and smiling the most shit eating grin they’d ever seen.

“do you know what i call that boys? smoooooooth operatorrrrrrrr.”

[sugoi-writes]

it’s mink but tumblr wants to force me to send asks via main so i had to go anon lmao

but you had to know that i was gonna ask about this 😈❤️‍🔥 I NEED TO KNOW WHERE THIS DELICIOUS MASOCHISM CAME FROM 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

He couldn't deny how good this felt; he, himself, would have a lot to answer for later, in the privacy of the basement. He moaned as he thought of his future atonement, limbs spread and head to the floor to form the cross before a statue of Jesus. His fingers would be clawing into the floor as he recited his virtues and prayers pleading forgiveness for a sin he felt no guilt for.

(MINK, MY BELOVED-- 😭❤️✨️)

That thirst was brought to you by: my c*nt going into autopilot--

Honestly, HONESTLY though: for as much people peg (h e h) Alastor as a sadist, I think the sadism has roots in something deeper.... In fact, the phrase "it takes one to know one" feels SO Alastor Coded to me.

Even in the canon, Alastor is a manipulative asshole with a choke hold on leashes... while he himself is on a leash to a higher power.

I feel that all the torment he dishes out comes from the place of: I've been there. I've done that. I want control back... but also: a its a guilty pleasure. Almost akin to a brat fighting back against a dom? Something about putting him in his place is foreign, so different for him. He will genuinely be interested and DEFINITELY aroused from the mere defiance, let alone any success. But just know: he would be an absolute brat the whole time, unless you've made him "hail mary" few times.

To put it in the perspective of someone who is a manager, kind of a bitch IRL, and someone who generally has a short fuse: it's nice to be able to come home and be reduced to a tiny, little thing. No thoughts, no adult decisions: only bliss. To be so small, near powerless, while someone else takes care of you or your desires... or, while they use that weakness to drive you crazy? Vdhdbshs it gets me fucking GOIN

Call it projecting, but sometimes Alastor LIKES being made into a quivering little mess. Nun!Alastor, who is oppressed and objectified by his clergymen and religion ESPECIALLY.

Tldr: he's got a kink/pension for power imbalances; whether they rule in his favor or not✨️

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: the nice guys

NOT HIM CUTTING HIS WRIST DKFJGJS

“now tell me, are you willing to find God?” “i’m trying to find amelia.” 😭

“jack, i’m fucking your dad.” HELP MEEEE

THE WAY SHE JUST STARTS CUTTING HER FOOD EVEN AFTER HE THROWS HIS WATER ON HER IS SENDING ME SO BAD

oh shit, he forgot his brass knuckles

“fine! i’m done! put a fork in me…don’t really put a fork in me!” his fists jdjfjgsm

this movie’s hilarious

jackson beat his ass and stole his apple 😭

damn, all that yoohoo went to waste

HIS DAUGHTER IS DRIVING? 😭😭

“am i a bad person?” “yes.” “just drive.” please

NOOO NOT THE FISH

“JESUS CHRIST, ONE AT A TIME!” “you took the lords name in vain.” “no i didn’t, janet. i found it very useful, actually.” SCREAMING

the bowling ball skdjfjgjdk

holland is so damn stupid 😭

“i would’ve thought your job ended with breaking my fucking arm!” “well, you know, technically it did. i’m off the clock, this is a separate situation.” lmfaooo

“how much would charge to beat up my friend janet?” CTFU

“why don’t we invite him in?” “no animals in the house, sweetheart.” 😭

“dad, there’s like whores here and stuff.” “sweetheart, how many times have i told you? don’t say ‘and stuff’, say ‘dad, there are whores here.” father of the year

“you’re a detective who can’t smell?” “yeah.” “oh, this just keeps getting better and better.” “wow, that’s really insensitive.” dkfjgjsk

HE FELL OFF THE BALCONY JFJGKDKSK i knew it was coming and yet i STILL have tears in my eyes

WHAT THE FUCK

that shit was bonkers

hmm.. not sure i believe that this lady cares about her daughter

holly definitely knows that he killed that guy

“sorry mr. march, my sister kicked us out. she’s…having a guy over.” “your sister’s such a slut.” “yeah, i know.” I CAN’T BREATHE

amelia’s crazy but i think she’s telling the truth

holland is sooo fucking stupid

A GIANT BEE DKDJGJGJS

she did all that just to die in what is quite possibly the dumbest way ever…okay.

one thing about holland march, he’s gonna fall from something high

the last like…30 minutes were amazing (as was the entire movie but that last half. wow.)

[badstargateimagines]

Vala Deserved Better and This is My Proposal For How I Would Give Her Better

Here are all the things that I think Vala and I would do if they ever let her breach fucking containment. Jesus H. Christ let the woman LIVE!!! Shout out to @judgeverse and all the other fine folks in the discord for giving me this powerful vision

Go to the club 

Obvious but apparently too much for the writers to handle 

We would go with like 40 dollars between us and we would find a man to buy us drinks for the night and then give him a fake snap/number at the end of the night 

She would finally experience the experience of the bathroom at a club and I think she would find it extremely healing 

We would close that bitch and then go and get kebab before we called an uber to get us home 

Pre Drinks 

This would happen before the club obv but I think pre is a VITAL component to the experience while also being nearly entirely separate 

All the SGC girlies chilling doing their makeup 

We are all chilling on the floor of a living room using what using whatever mirrors we have close to us sharing big pile of makeup  

Our brushes are filthy and Janet is low-key lecturing us about the dangers of sharing eye shadow and having dirty makeup brushes 

Her's are also dirty 

We have a Spotify jam going that absolutely shreds 

We started out w a playlist but then we all wanted to show Vala some tracks so we needed to collaborate. 

I show her Meghan Thee Stallion so when she comes on at the club she knows what to do 

Janet shows her all the Y2K bangers 

Sam just goes fucking crazy on the queue and puts everything from midwest emo to sea shanties on there 

Shots obvs 

Cam and Daniel keep texting the gc to ask when we're leaving for the club and we keep saying we're leaving soon 

We brief Vala on club/bar safety so she doesn't go missing or perish or something 

Watching movies but specifically the Barbie movie 

I think she would find it very healing 

She starts calling men Kens 

A week later I find her watching TikTok edits under the 'close your eyes and feel' sound and we watch them together and cry 

I gather mine and my mom's old Barbies and we play with them because there is no age-limit on Barbie!!! 

I get distracted and go over the bonkers plotlines I used to give my Barbies back in the day. 

I also show her other movies that altered my brain chemistry 

The Breakfast Club 

Mean Girls 

Legally Blonde 

Pretty in Pink 

Ferris Bueller's Day Off 

Freaky Friday (2003) 

Hairspray (2007) 

Going for drives in a total shitbox while blasting music 

She needs to experience driving around aimlessly for an hour and then ending up having a life-changing conversation in a random parking lot 

Girlhood (TM) 

Going to the mall  

Sometimes you need to show aliens capitalism in action 

I have to physically drag her out of bath and body works before she gets swindled into paying full price for a candle like a rube 

I explain to her that she just has to wait a couple weeks for candles to go on a like 6 for the price of 2 sale or something and that I will tell her when it's happening 

She is baffled by this revelation but listens to me because of my credentials (used to work at a mall and have a spending addiction) 

We also buy a new outfit and then go to Sephora to get our makeup done to go w the new fit and also so I can show her my roots 

She will also experience The Mall Pretzel  

Sleepovers!!!!! 

I would do my best to create the ultimate sleepover vibes 

I'm talking we buy brand new fuzzy PJs, I string up christmas lights, every snack we could ever want, the entire living room is transformed into a comfy cozy area with everything we could ever need close to us 

Trashy reality show playing on autoplay on the TV at a low volume so we can still talk and listen to music but also hear Kris Jenner saying out of pocket shit to her children 

I would also give the experience of playing Nintendogs with your bestie 

Maybe even a powerpoint night??  

Putting tinder on the big screen and roasting men together 

Playing the Sims and collaborating on the most ridiculous sims and houses to ever exist 

Go Karting 

Let this woman at the wheel immediately!!! 

We could kick ass and then get a lifetime ban from the track 

These 10-year-olds aren't ready for us!!! 

Lighting section at Home Depot 

Self-explanatory 

IKEA 

We would spend so many hours there just pretending we were furnishing a mansion with unlimited money 

Saying: "Omg this should be in the Sims" to each other 

The IKEA cafeteria my beloved 

The only thing we buy is a Djungelskog each 

Racing the carts in the warehouse part 

A crucial yet forbidden part of the experience 

Karaoke 

She would love karaoke 

No further points your honour 

[campbyler]

BHDSDNSJDBKSJDK S OMFG OMFG I GIGGLED LIKE A MANIAC LIKE THE WHOLE TIME I WAS READING HOLY SHIT AHHHHHHHHHH THEY ARE SUCH STUPID IN LOVE IDIOTS "yes youre obsessed with me" HOLY SHIT THE SASS OH MY GODDDDDD I WAS LIKE WHAT IS HAPPENING IS MIKE TAKING HIM ON A DATE HOLY SHIT AND THEN HE WAS BUT I DONT THINK WILL KNOWS IT WAS A DATE SBDSKNKJS THE COOL COOL MOMENT SDBSHD JS BSFHBSJDBS WILL LIKES HOW MIKE DRIVES OMFGG THEY LIKE HOLDING EACH OTHERS HANDS IM LITERALLY GONNA START SQUEALING okay mike is so real for his oshawatt pin on his fanny pack also ngl i kinda forgor that will works at starbucks but also like of course he does i feel like thats just a fact that everyone should know OMFGGG THEY ARE BOTH THE MOST CLINGY BITCHES EVER NHJSBUBHJWSBJ "engaging in behavior usually reserved for amusement park queues" HELP WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS TRYING NOT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD SO BADLY THAT I GOT LIGHTHEADED AND ALMOST FELL OUT OF MY BED I AM NOT FUCKING KIDDING I WAS OUT OF BREATH AND WHEEZING FOR LIKE FIVE MINUTES AND HAD TO TAKE A BREAK FROM READING NHJBSHBDKS THEY ARE SO FUCKING CLINGY OH MY GOD the vulnerablility 🥺🥺 they are being do soft with each other 🥺🥺 mike is finally opening up 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i love his car shopping list and his reasons 🥺🥺🥺🥺 also jesus FUCKING christ ted is fucking crazy that makes me so angry that he would do that and that it made such a lasting impact on mike that all those years later he would be worried about that happening to him its not okay OMFG OF COURSE HIS PASSWORD IS KERMIT HE IS SO SILLY NSDSHBDSB BESBDNSNDDNKJSNDB HES GONNA TEACH WILL HOW TO DRIVE HIS CAR OMFG OMFG OMFG THAT IS PROBABLY SO INTIMATE FOR HIM TOO BECAUSE THE CAR IS SUPPOSED TO BE HIS BECAUSE NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO DRIVE HIS CAR AND NOW HES TEACHING WILL HOW TO DRIVE HIS CAR JUST SBHSBDKSNDIJNSFS

you fr knocked this one out of the fucking park thea like full on grand slam, everyone made it to home and the ball went so far we couldnt even see where it landed i am very thankful that you guys take the time to write these chapters so well anyway happy holidays 🫶 (and merry july in christmas lmao)

AHHHH OMGGGGG SUCH A LENGTHY REACTION I HAVE BEEN SO BLESSED!! LET ME TRY TO RESPOND PROPERLY (picture me cracking my knuckles without cracking them ty)

i am loving this play by play of everything!! i do need u to know that this has been Exactly what my brain has been doing on overdrive since likeeeee. february or march when we first drafted the concept for ch9 😭😭😭 i loveeeeed including the detail of mike's fanny pack and it's def most of the reason why i really want to draw their outfits!! i think will's starbucks job has either only been mentioned once or has only been mentioned on this blog, but it's a very important part of the universe #2 #me 💚 ALSO HELLLOOO I HOPE YOU ARE ALIVE AND OK AFTER ALMOST FALLING OUT OF YOUR BED???

i will sayyyy the ted story was definitely a bit of projection teehee (thanks #mom) but i did think it fit superrr well and was a really strong reason for why owning the car would be so important to him! i was so excited to be able to have him open up this chapter as well :')

i did have to debate between using snoopy and kermit for mike's passcode but kermit won out!! also YESSSS U ARE HITTING THE NAIL ON THE HEAAADDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!

ty so so so MUCHHH for your kind words and huge reaction, i'm so glad you enjoyed!! happy holidays and merry christmas in july!!!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Cruella De Vil x Reader || Oneshot

*also just looking at this picture, I realised her inmate number is 666 and that made me laughhh XDD I mean, of course it is XD

Plot: Set during 102 Dalmatians. Cruella has been 'fixed'!- she's good now! How do you deal with it? Do you still love her? Do you still want her? Do you... miss who she was?

Warnings: This relationship is mutually toxic 😅 But that's- like- true love, for a Disney Villain. Right? 😅😅😅

“I’m ouuttttt!~”

“Uh- “You’re confused. Who is this on the phone? While you lean down to your front porch and pick up the morning paper, the chilly London air nipping at your ears and down your shirt, you consider the voice you’re hearing. There’s definitely something familiar about it… but you can’t place it. “I’m so sorry- who is this??”

“Y/N darling you’ve forgotten my voice already??”

… So this person knows you. Wincing, you take the paper back inside your flat and close the door behind you. This is awkward… “Sorry… um. What is this concerning?”

“Oh, I just wanted to say hello! I did wonder how you were, while I was away… You never visited me, after all.”

Away?? Visited?? You’re becoming more and more confused by the moment. And why aren’t they just telling you who they are? Why the games? Sighing, you half prepare to rip this person a new hole and half unfold the newspaper to take a bored skim of the front page as you lean back on the front door. “… okay look. If this is a prank call, I’m not amus- “

Your words slip away from you, as if your legs buckled and you lost footing, as soon as you lay eyes on the front page.

The words CRUELLA FREED!!, with yes- not just one but 2 exclamation points, is printed in large letters before your eyes. You’re shocked- but you’re even more shocked at the picture below it.

There she is, in her prison garb, her hair oddly neat and rounded… cuddling a dalmatian puppy. Your jaw drops, at the sight. That is going to be stuck in your head forever, you’re sure. Her hair- the serene look on her face, and- is it even legal for her to touch a dog??

Suddenly the realisation of who you’re talking to sinks in, as your eyes lower to the words written under the picture. “… Cruella?”

“I prefer Ella now!~” Jesus christ- they messed with her in there- in prison. Fucked with her head. According to the article, ‘Dr Pavlov’ conditioned her, and now... now she loves animals.

Alive, animals. “Oh, Ella… “Wow. Cruella De Vil; Your slave-driving, shrieking bitch of an ex-boss. Your selfish, insane ex-lover. Is… a good person, now?? She sounds bloody freaky, so chipper and sweet, but… alright, good for her, you suppose- “Sorry I didn’t visit. Um. Alonzo… “You’re struggling to even speak! This is crazy! Especially so early in the morning. Good grief- You need to sit down. Pushing off the door, you make your way to the kitchen and plop down in a chair at the kitchen table. “he told me the prison had me blacklisted as a visitor… Um, bad influence that I am… “

Which wasn’t very fair, to be perfectly frank. Cruella was psychotic far before you knew her, and in fact she was a bad influence on you! But, whatever. Whatever! Sure, if they want to blame the model from the wrong side of the tracks- fine. You’re vexed, but… fine.

Besides, there are more pressing things to worry about right now. Like ‘Ella’. Chewing on your bottom lip nervously, you listen to her giggle on the other end of the phone, wherever she is right now. It’s a tinkling sound, like a bird or a Disney princess, and it almost make you laugh; Grinning a little bit, despite yourself.

Lord- This woman. Always an extreme. It’s been 3 years but… damn, you can’t help being a little fond of her, still.

“I apologise for that… I must say though, I’m glad to hear you didn’t forget about me!” You should be figuring out how to hang up, but a part of you is truly enjoying this phone call. Because you have missed Cruella - not this version of her, but this is a novelty to be sure, -, and you’re sort of… pleased, that she called you the first day she was released from prison. “Anyway!” Just from her voice, you can imagine her eyelashes batting. And its oddly endearing, damnit. Mostly amusing, but… you always did respond to Cruella’s energy- no matter what it was. “I was wondering- would you like to meet up for dinner? Sometime? Oh- soon, maybe?? I would just love, to see you again!~”

Oh… yep. You assumed this was coming. And a part of you wants to say yes… you’re intrigued, and you want to get to know this Cruella… but there are a hell of a lot of reasons why you shouldn’t. Like, what if you remind her too much of the past? And you ruin this new chance for her?? You can’t do that… Sighing, you slump on your chair. “I don’t know about that, Cru- Uh, Ella… “

A desperate tone creeps into her voice. Not like she’s obsessed, though, just like she really wants to see you. It’s cute. And it hurts. “I can put Alonzo on the phone!! He’ll tell you- I’m not bad anymore, darling. I promise! Just come over, and let me apologise! Please? Alonzooo!~ “

Oh wait, wait, wait!!- “N- Ella, its fine. You don’t have to apologise!!, and you don’t need to get Alonzo. I believe you. Please, jus- “Sigh. Too late. “Hi, Alonzo, how have you been?… “

~

Over the next few weeks you see Cruella - you’ve tried to start thinking of her as Ella, you really have, but it seems that woman will always be Cruella to you, - all over the place. On the TV, I the paper, on posters around the city advertising the Second Chance dog shelter… its nice to see, that she’s doing well, but it’s also a huge pain.

Having your ex be in prison was actually the best thing, as you come to realise! You should have appreciated it more when you had the chance. Now you have to try and get over her all over again, but this time she’s everywhere.

And- she calls you. All the time. Whenever you get home from work and you get your shoes off finally and grab yourself a drink, the phone starts to ring. And you know its her. You try to ignore it, and sometimes you’re successful but others… you just can’t help it. When you do answer, it’s all flowery and uplifting and it feels like she really cares about you- truly. More than it ever did before. Its all, ‘How are you darling? How was your day? Was it lovely?? Tell me about it!~ Oh me?? My day was practically perfect darling thank you for asking!~ Did you get the fruit basket I sent you??- ‘ and its… nice. Perfectly pleasant. In fact, sometimes she has you ginning from ear to ear as you talk to her.

But there’s something missing, and that’s the reason why you sometimes just don’t answer. And why you refuse to see her in person, ever. No dinner, no lunch, no coffee. You wont even carpool with her, even though she swears - or, no, promises. She only promises, now. She would never swear! - she’s so much better at driving now.

There’s something missing… and you miss it.

You miss… how she used to speak to you, like she hates everyone but you. You miss… how she used to want you close by all the time, so she could have someone around who wasn’t a total idiot. You even miss how her furs used to feel tickling your nose! You miss… her. How that insane old bat used to make you feel when she was horrible and awful and disgusting.

And you know its wrong, but a couple of times, you’ve caught yourself wishing she would go back.

That’s… completely insane and evil of you, though, so you try not to think about that. In fact you try to Pavlov, yourself! Every time that you think like that, you’ve decided that you will refuse yourself a little something. You’ll tun the TV off when a show you like comes on, or you’ll put the chocolate bar back at the store, or you’ll get a water instead of a juice or a hot drink.

… It sucks, but you’re trying to be a better person too.

~

Today when you get home from work, kick off your shoes, and grab a drink to settle down with… the phone, miraculously, does not ring. You wait a few moments, wondering if maybe Cruella is late - she was busy funding a charity or something, probably, -, but still- no ring.

Eventually you give up and give a shrug, heading off to the couch without the phone for the first time in weeks. There’s a little pang in your chest, as you wonder why she wouldn’t call, but you manage to reason with yourself that this is a good thing.

Yep- It’s a good thing.

As you’re getting comfy in the cushions with a throw over your legs, cupping your drink and settling in happily, cosily, to watch your show this evening- you suddenly hear a SCREECH down the road and then, a moment later, a CRASH.

Its startling, and you’re just sitting there looking at the front door with your eyes big and round, when a familiar silhouette appears in the stained glass. If this were a cartoon, your pupils would have shrunk immediately, realising what you’re seeing. Oh, no. What!?-

You consider moving to open it, but it swings open on its own - of course she has a key, - and you’re just sitting there looking dumb and wide-eyed like a deer in headlights as Cruella flies on into your house. Donned in furs. “Darling! Oh- I would apologise for just dropping by unannounced- but you really gave me no choice, did you?? You little hermit, you weren’t coming to me! Well- here I am! What are you doing just sitting there with your mouth open?? Get up and greet me.”

“Uhh… “You don’t get up, despite the sharp - icy, - look in her eyes - the kind you’ve seen watching you from underneath a rock, definitely, -, but you do close your mouth. This woman is wearing furs!! Her tiger fur dress, her mountain lion coat, her bear hat- she looks like a great, big, fluffy chimera. Momentarily you’re able to keep your mouth closed- Before you have things to say. “… I assume you’re not Ella, anymore.”

“Oh, forget about that.” A tiny, evil smirk quirks at the corner of red lips. “I’m cured, darling.”  

Slowly you get up from the couch now, the lovely throw slipping to the ground. Now you set her with a sceptical look, one eyebrow raised. “Cured?” You thought she was cured before!

“Yes. No more… eugh,” She shudders, actually shudders- “No more ’Good will’. No. No more helping, no more being a productive and peaceful member of society- Eugh. I feel disgusting just remembering how I acted. And- “Her eyes flicker up at yours again, a pleased look slipping cruelly across her face. “… You must agree… Don’t you? You could barely stand me in that state! Refused to even see me.”

“I- … “How do you even respond to that? No, you don’t agree!... Well, she can’t know you secretly agree! “Should I call Dr Pavlov? This definitely feels like a setback in your, uh, mental condition- “

As you’re reaching for it, though, Cruella swipes your phone right off its little table- letting it smash on the floor and causing your jaw to drop. “Oh… oops.”

“Hey!”

“I’ll buy you another, darling, you know I will. And it’ll be far better than… “With a disgusted glance around the place, your little home, Cruella takes a slow drag from her cigarette. “… whatever you could afford… “

… whyyyy does that little dig make your stomach do backflips. You should be mad, damnit! Instead, you just huff and cross your arms. “Oh, you better.”

“Promise... Now- we have work to do and I truly don’t relish being here, in this hovel, any longer.” She tells you then, whipping around and heading back towards the front door. You almost don’t follow her, you almost stay put, but- hell, the next thing you know, you’ve got shoes on again and you’re closing the door behind you. “Hurry the hell up!” She snaps, disappearing into the car and you huff again, breathless as you pull your coat on and rush after her. You feel more energised, more excited- then you have since she went away. A grin slips across your lips; You can’t help it.

You know this is wrong, that you should go back inside and wait for her to be put away again- but god all you wanna do is kiss her!

When you get to the car, Alonzo is behind the door looking absolutely miserable, waiting to close it after you. You stop, and give him a sympathetic look even as you can feel Cruella’s intense gaze on your body wondering why you aren’t getting in. “… she’s back.”

“Uhuh.”

“… are you okay?”

“I… “He can’t even explain himself. He just drops and shakes his head.

“Oh Alonzo… “You chuckle, unable to help yourself, empathetically patting his shoulder.

"GET. IN!!"

[xproblematiquexx]

Saturday was a day I will remember for ever!

In the morning I had to pee in a cup! And that’s just for a start! Then I got administered methadone for the first time. There were a bunch of other people waiting to get their dose and you could tell they were all addicts. For the first time ever, I was with other people who went through the same shit I’ve been through. Then a guy approached me; I noticed him before, his arms and legs were visibly marked from years of drug injections. At some point he left with other guys, and when he got back he was…different. He couldn’t walk straight and he had his belt in his hands, trying to put it back on his trousers.. I also felt something good about him. No idea what it was, like…his eyes were kind. So he approached me and we chatted a little, and of course we ended up talking about dope. He straight up asked if I wanted to go to a real party like he was junkie Jack Dawson!!! And I said yess! Because I’m a crazy bitch! So I ended up carrying an addict never seen before until that day, in my car, to his dealer so he could score some h for the 2 of us! And he did! That was also the first time I tried some street dope.

We found a quiet place, I parked the car and we walked down a little path through trees and bushes until we reached a little stream of water. It was so nice, a little piece of heaven! We sit there (he even gave me his T-shirt so I wouldn’t get dirty) and in that beautiful place near the water, we snorted a couple of lines and got high on heroin. As soon as we started chatting at the very beginning, I noticed he was into me. Sitting there, high as a kite I got my confirmation: he got closer and started to caress me on my legs, my arms and my cheeks…it was totally innocent so I let him, plus I was enjoying my journey, smoking a cigarette not very “focused” on my surroundings…anyways it was time to leave and we got back to my car. I was driving and talking about the time my bf found me passed out in the bathroom because I overdosed and he suddenly realised that I do IV! He said: “whaaaat!! And we waisted that dope when we could have shot it?! Noo way! How could you?!” I started laughing like crazy! Basically he misjudged my appearance, I was too well dressed, too well behaved, too well whatever the fuck he thought I was..for the needle. Pff! Btw since he’s crazy as fuck, he wanted to inject with me so he asked me to stop at the closest pharmacy to buy a couple of syringes. Well…since I’m crazy as fuck too, that’s exactly what we did. At that point I felt like I was in a movie! He was able to find everything we needed for the cooking session, and there we were again, looking for a place where we could do our private party! We found the spot, so I stopped the car. He started to cook the dope using the bottom half of a can of soda (I had no idea where it came from and I didn’t ask!). To my surprise the dope started to dissolve just with the water, no ascorbic acid was required!! What kind of heroin was that, I wonder…

With my head filled with questions I rose my eyes towards him and guess what? He was nodding, heavily! I was like: Hey!! Wake up! Do not drop it! He said everything was fine and to not be worried! In a few minutes the 2 shots were ready, he offered me his help, saying: “Hey if you need a hand just tell me ok?”. And stuff like that.. then we were both ready for our magic trip to Wonderland!! He took out his belt, and told me that it was a present for his eighteenth birthday! Go figure! At that point he turned his back on me, so I don’t know which vein he used for the shot, but I’m pretty sure it was in his groin. As for me, I was praying Junkie Jesus the Almighty to let me register without much troubles! And after struggling a little I did it! I asked the guy if he was alright and he whispered yes. And that was my first time doing a shot with someone. He kept showering me with compliments while touching my skin, then my leg… and a part of me wanted to stay in that car, high as fuck with him, totally at peace with the world…but instead I recollected myself and drove him to the bus station. We exchanged our numbers tho! I’m sure I will see him again…

Btw, my bf was mad as hell because I got home late and our plans for the day went to shit…I am indeed an horrible person.

[starkeygirls]

episode 10 thoughts/spoilers:

episode 10:

at least they’re finally talking about showering

THIS PLOT IS SO STUPID

episode 9 has changed my thoughts it’s john b or jj who die

ohhh my god rafe didn’t do shit.

yup thank you.

good job baby

HEY BABY

sofia you big liar!!!!!!!

i kinda wish we saw more of rafe and sofia… bc truly so many questions

“hey you owe me money”

ya make him get in the sidecar he’s a lil bitch

it’s so crazy bc this season would have been the exact same without a pregnancy plot

nvm i saw the spoiler bc people can’t keep their fucking mouths shut for a whole day.

“holy shit that wasn’t even close to answering my question” rafe ily

SO NOW YOURE GONNA BE MY BITCH

oh no… not groff telling rafe about sofia

RAFE YOU ARE SO SEXY

RAFE THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

put on those minion goggles baby we ride !!!

WOOF. “we’re done” mhm.

“your lucks gonna run out one day” ok jj dies

jj throw a rock at groff’s head pls

at least pope and kie’s dads haven’t tried to kill them

why are they driving like that

YA SARAH THAT WAS SO SEXY

rafe and sarah spinoff show that’s all i care about everyone else can literally go back to acting school

all the pregnancy plot did was have people ask sarah if she was okay and set them up to name the baby after jj now this is so DUMB

“you shouldn’t have come back i had him” “no you didn’t”

has everyone on this show killed someone other than john b

“im a killer too i got nothing to lose” oh rafe i love you

im so glad they chose a sand storm bc i love being able to see everything so well!!!

ew are they trying to draw parallels to JESUS ?!? i fear the pates have lost the plot

oh.

ok but sarah was shot? and? lived?

i wonder how much money rudy lost breaking his contract.

like are we so surprised tho groff killed his wife??? now his son?

i personally would be screaming a lot more idk

why is john b not absolutely losing it

why is pope not absolutely losing it

kie looks like she’s stubbed her toe and that’s all

why are they burying him in morocco

i fear we’ve lost the plot.

my last words as it faded to black were “um okay…”