#Fuck I forgot about perry

[pirefyrelight]

you know I've been seeing a lot of "the Muppets would be the only way to do a princess bride remake properly" and I understand where you're coming from, truly.

But I raise you: Phineas and Ferb crossover.

#Pire.txt #the princess bride #phineas and ferb #And I honestly can't decide who the main pairing should be #Obvious is Phineas and Isabella #But Candace and Jeremy are also there #And Vanessa literally already wears black and it would be really cute to see her going off to save a damseled Ferb #Actually I don't want Candace as buttercup she would make a wonderful man with six fingers #The redhead with an impossibly long and skinny neck #'Inigo' would still ask 'Westley' etc to prove they are not the murderer they seek and they always go #'Dude how could you not tell. That seems hard to hide.' #The trio would be Buford Baljeet and idk #Phineas as inigo? I'm starting to really like Vanessa as Westley so Phineas can be the other swordsman #Doofenshmirtz is either the priest or the guy that revives Westley #Though it could be a really good gag to have Rodger as the ordained one and he's speaking normally until the actual ceremony #In which he decides to do in traditional fashion #Which leads to the 'mawwige it's wat bwings us togeter todai' #Which leads doof to be the 'he's not dead dead just mostly dead' and Charlene can be there too :) #Fuck I forgot about perry #Uuuhh #Actually the bit I had invisioned for Candace would work better for perry #I'm sure there's also a way to work in 'a platypus? *puts on fedora* the platypus that killed my father?!' #Idk I just have vibes do you see it too

[inahallucination]

anderperry but todd keeps on refusing to study with the poets and neil’s like :( but the reason todd doesn’t study with them is because he knows mr. neil stares-at-todd-with-warm-doe-eyes perry, mr. neil brushes-his-shoulder-against-todd’s perry, mr neil fucking moves-todd’s-hair-out-of-his-face-if-its-covering-todd’s-eyes perry isn’t gonna let him actually study the absolute perfect gorgeous bastard

#dead poets society #deadpoets #ull never be able to convince me that todd doesnt' angerly write about how pretty and perfect neil is in his diary #todd drawing hearts around for the i's in neil's name: neil's so fucking pretty i hope he stubs his toe #wait that gives me an idea for a cracky au jskfj #fajkkd #dead poets headcanons #dead poets #todd anderson #anderperry #neil perry #also i fucking forgot angrily was a fucking word oh my fucking

[mikelogan]

Stills from Scrubs 3x06 My Advice to You

#scrubs #scrubsedit #jdox #john dorian #perry cox #jordan sullivan #dani sullivan #myedit #3x06 #my advice to you #im not gonna lie to you guys #i completely forgot about this episode/these scenes #i fully intend now to never shut the fuck up about them #THE FIRST THREE LIKE ARE YOU JOKING #jd and perry are on a date and jordan and dani are just there for the carnival fun #i need this fic right now immediately

[inhidingxoxo3637]

When you're rewinding to show your mum how wet the track was before the sun came out and riders in just undergear start popping up on screen ;

#i hope ms elena Ducaticorse has a great day bc she sent me this pic n i think it is SO fucking funny #i kinda forgot the riders were thotting it up then i started rewinding n Aldeguer popped up w his open undergear #*NOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOO* #this is also my mum the time we were watching motogp n miller popped up to say hello to suzi perry #in just his lil old man pajamas undergear leggings n all #watching Lorenzosmicropp slowly going red as her fav strutted about in his goblin fit as her MOTHER watched on like *hmm :[* #moto2

[ringomess]

i watched dead poets society for the first time when i was around 12? and i can’t stress enough about how much this movie influenced and changed me

this movie made me want to be an artist. before that i don’t remember what “i wanted to be when older” but after that i remember the aspirations i had were of being an actress, a writer or a painter. currently im dedicating my life to dancing.

when i watched that movie for the first time, Neil character deeply inspired me. yes, the ending of the movie was devastating but i never thought of it as discouraging. as an pre-teenager discovering myself and the world when i watched the movie i never thought “it’s not worth it, it’s gonna end bad”. that’s never what the movie transmitted me. of course, i was not clever enough to understand what the ending meant (never being able to change the system), but even tho, i could have easily felt discouraged by how they fail, how their attempts of seizing the day ended so horribly.

instead, what this movie transmitted to me was that these boys were alive, specially seeing Neil being so driven by his passion made me feel jealous. i wanted to be so passionate too. i wanted to try to be reckless too. of course, my life didn’t turn into a movie drama. i was a pretty average teenager. but it was clear for me since that age that i was going to do what made me happy and live for my passion.

to be honest, maybe even if i didn’t watch the movie i would still be an artist. i don’t imagine my life going any other way. but the excitement i felt when i first saw the movie definitely planted a seed in my soul.

#fucking long rant bc i love this movie and really shaped the person i am today #i cannot express how much neil perry influenced me okay #he’s probably the fictional character that influenced me the most in my life #dead poets society #as a pre-teen watching this #i forgot what i was about to say bc i was stuck thinking if being 12 is being a teen or not #is not because twelve does the have teen in it #like thirteen #and so on #should i add the adhd tag #/j

[warmaidensrevenge]

It's not a never.

Pairings: Eddie x fem!best friend Plus size reader

A/N: Happy Sunday loves. Here I present the final part in this series. It's a bit steamy if you ask me. So ready your naughty bits. As always thanks for reading. Please feel free to share and comment your thoughts. It really gives me a boost of dopamine that I crave. So anything is awesome. Kay love ya. Byyyyyeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A huge thank you and credit to the original posters and artists.

Word count: 3,824

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Angst, language, sexual implications, sexual situations, p&v, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex and mentions of alcohol use. Not proof read

Part 4: Right now

Summary: Time goes by. But feelings still remain.

The farewell was in fact unbearable. It hurt Eddie like hell. But what hurt the most was a year after. College life became hectic for you. Which caused letters and phone calls to lessen. 

Then the guys got a big break. It was a small record label with very little rapport. But it was one he had a good feeling about. They made a deal for one full album and a few shows to promote it. 

It was a very busy year that turned into two. Then three.

Before any of them knew it, they were playing sold out shows. 

Things were working out. His dreams were coming true. But he never forgot about that girl with the sweet little smile. Though it has been some time since he saw it. He was fortunate enough to see it again one summer night in that third year.

The band was performing at one of their favorite places one hot night. They loved it because it was on a rooftop. Where they could see most of the city.

Tonight though, Eddie could only focus on the pretty girl with the small smile he almost forgot if it weren't for the prom picture he kept in his wallet.

The second the set was over, he jumped off the stage and ran to you. Obviously dodging the groupies and fans asking for autographs.

You yelped when he embraced you. Surprised when he picked you up a little.

“ Oh shit! I can't believe this!” He said when he planted you back down. 

You giggled. “Hi Eddie.”

He leaned back a little and grinned like crazy. “ When did-” He was cut off by the rest of his buddies.

He took a few steps back to let everyone have their turn with you. To be honest he needed the minute to get over the shock of seeing you. 

One thing led to another and you guys went out for drinks then ended up back at their apartment.

The whole night you guys were hanging off each other. Loving glances were shared and every word you said sounded like a love spell to him. And that didn't end when it was just you two.

Everyone else went to bed and he wasn't tired at all. So why end the night? Who knows when he was gonna see you again.

“ Ehem. So Eddie?” You said, putting your half empty glass on the coffee table. “ How many times do I have to squeeze your thigh to get you to kiss me?”

He laughed nervously.

You gave him a sexy sly grin. “ Common I've been flirting with you all night.”

He cleared his throat and smirked while you moved closer to him. It was true. You were flirting. He was too. And he shouldn't have. 

You reached up to move his bangs to the side. After you rested your hand much closer to his genitals. 

He quickly put a hand on yours. Just in case you decided to touch him further. “ Ummm…” he mumbled and met your beautiful eyes.

If things were different, he wouldn't question a damn thing and take you right here and now. Maybe even on the floor and the kitchen counter. Definitely fuck you in the shower and again on his bed. But he couldn't.

He exhaled. “ I'm kinda seeing someone.”

You practically jumped back. Pulling your hand away in the process. He could see how red you were getting from embarrassment.

“ Crap! Ed- I'm…uhhhh I'm sorry. I should go.”

You stood up and without thinking he grabbed your arm and stood up too.

“ No! I mean. Please don't go.”

You looked at him and shook your head. “ No I should. I've embarrassed myself enough for a lifetime.”

You tried to go but he gently pulled you back and cupped the sides of your face. 

“ Common kid. Don't be embarrassed. I was flirting too.” He hung his head a little. “ I shouldn't have but…it's you.”

He felt your warm soft hands on his. Making him meet your eyes. 

“ Eddie I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come and -”

“ No. You did nothing wrong. It was me. I should've said I was seeing someone sooner…but seriously, don't go. I-I've missed you…So fuckin much.”

You bit your lip and nodded. “ Okay. But you have to sit on the other side of the couch.”

He dropped his hands and held onto yours. “ Yeah, or I'm gonna have to make a phone call and become single.”

Your eyes widened. “ I'm flattered, but probably don't do that.”

You both grinned at one another before returning to the couch. Talking until the sun came up.

For Eddie it was heartbreaking saying goodbye to you that next morning. You were still that funny, sweet, affectionate girl from highschool. You were still the person he could talk to for hours without a care in the world. And he remembered the love that he still had for you. 

What he learned last night was that you were so busy with school that you didn't have time to date. He also found out that college was much harder than you thought it was gonna be. So hard that you changed your major twice.

Eventually, you found something you really saw yourself doing. Career wise that is. And he was happy for you. Just like how you were happy for him and the guys. 

Still, there was still something between you two. Something he wished he could explore. Something that just flowed with you. It was as if you guys picked up from where you left off.

It irked him. It bothered him so much that he actually opened up to his girlfriend about it. 

At first she was quiet, then she got pissed. Eventually, she calmed down and broke up with him. And to be honest it didn't really affect him that much. Sure he liked her. She was fun to be around. But after talking to you, he realized he never had a decent conversation with her. It was just partying and sex mostly. 

It wasn't her fault though. It was him. He never cared to open up to anyone besides his friends. Maybe it was because he thought no one would understand or get him. Get his quirks or quips. They probably wouldn't get his music tastes or like his nerdy side. Or maybe he didn't want anyone to. Perhaps it was because he still had hope for you. Hope that was instilled in him over the best pancakes in the world.

Either way it would be another 4 years until he would see you again.

…

Jeff was getting married. To Connie, in Hawkins. Everyone was invited and Eddie, Gareth and Grant were his groomsmen. They were all his best men cuz he couldn't choose one. 

Which was such a grueling task. Helping with the wedding and planning a bachelor party took up a lot of time. 

But besides all that, Eddie was looking forward to seeing one guest. One very important guest. The pretty girl he's been corresponding to for the past four years. 

He got in touch after you left New York. And kept up contact. He didn't want to disconnect again. Lose you again.

Though nothing was ever said about getting together, he anticipated that after the wedding he was gonna leave with you. Finally getting to that right now you had mentioned seven years ago.

-

He was near the entrance of the church, saying his hellos with the rest of the wedding party when he saw you. 

Everything around him seemed to slow down as you exited the car and fixed your royal blue dress. You looked around and smiled at the people you knew. Then you went to help your mom out of the car. 

He absolutely could not look away. You were a knockout. Absolutely gorgeous. 

What were the chances he could sneak you out of the party and make love somewhere? Maybe he could convince you to leave early. 

He suddenly felt a jab in the ribs. 

“ Ouch! What the fu-” he groaned as he looked at Gareth who was nodding towards Jeff's grandma. “ Oh right!” He uttered, holding out his elbow for her. “ Hello there young lady, I am to escort you to your VIP spot.”

She hit him with an ohh you and took his arm. He looked back to see if he could catch your eye. But it wasn't until the ceremony that he did. 

With a big smile you lifted your hand. Giving him a little wave. He smirked and looked down. Continuing down the aisle. 

Damn! He thought. He really wanted you to be a part of the wedding party.

Originally you were, but you had just started a new job and couldn't get away for rehearsals or any planning. So you opted to only be a guest. Which sucked for him because now he had to look at the happy couple instead of staring at you.

Once he got to the altar he met your gaze again. He knew he must look crazy grinning the way he was. But he didn't care. The girl he was in love with was in the same town, at the same place he was. And he was gonna make sure he left with you.

-

The vows and I do’s were said and the pastor gave the bride and groom the go ahead for a kiss. 

Eddie looked over at you and you had tears of joy falling from your eyes. He pulled out his  handkerchief and took a few steps towards you. Asking for the person sitting in front of you to hand it off. 

You blushed and wiped the tears away while he went back to his spot. Gareth nudged him, but he didn't care. He had to make sure you were good. 

At this point he would do anything for you. He would give anything to be with you. He'd say anything and everything he could just to see you smile. And for a second he pictured what his life would be like with you.

Applause broke out and he clapped along as Jeff and Connie walked back down the aisle together. Once they were at the end, the guys and bridesmaids followed. 

He looked at you again and you were talking to your dad. However, you met his eyes as he passed and mouthed a thank you. 

He nodded and planned on circling back around so that he could get to you. Unfortunately, he had to go in the limo as soon as they walked out. 

Apparently word mysteriously got out that Jeff was getting married. So there were paparazzi and a handful of fans waiting outside the chapel. 

It was a good thing that they had security on standby just in case this happened. 

Everyone was escorted into the car and rushed off.

Jeff was pissed but Connie calmed him down. Saying that to not let it ruin their day. 

Eddie smiled to himself. He was happy for his friend. Jeff had found the girl he was meant to be with. Even with the band getting bigger and the crazy schedules. One of his best friends got to spend the rest of his life with someone who calmed him. Who accepted him for all that he is and truly made him happy. 

Eddie was a little envious of it. Still, he was completely overjoyed for his buddy. 

He wanted that. More than anything, he wanted you. So it was his prerogative to be with you.

-

Everyone had to show their invitations to get into the dance hall. But once in, the music was going and drinks were being served. 

Eddie waited patiently by the door. Nearly jumping up and down. Excited to finally get to talk to you. 

While giving security your invitation you locked eyes with him and smiled from ear to ear. 

You looked away for a second then followed your parents in. 

He said hello to everyone as they made their way down the line to the newly Weds. Finally it was your dad's turn. They shook hands and your mom was next.

“ Why hello there, gorgeous. You are a vision.”

Victoria blushed and gave him a playful smack. “ Stop it.”

He laughed and gave her a hug. 

At last, it was your turn. 

“ Hi Eddie.”

He stood there with his lips together and an eyebrow raised. Giving you his flirtatious smile. “ Hi baby.”

You tilted your head to the side and raised both brows. “ Baby?”

He beamed at you and grabbed your hand. Pulling you closer to him. “ Yeah. You're my baby girl now.” 

Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a long warm hug. Rocking you from side to side. Making you laugh.

Grant cleared his throat. “ Alright Munson, you're holding up the line.”

You pulled away but he didn't want to let you go. He gave your hand one last squeeze before releasing it. His eyes never left you as you finally made it down to Jeff and Connie. 

He smiled as you took Connie's hand and twirled her around. Clearly admiring how beautiful she looked in her gown. Then you gave her hug. Moving on to the groom. He chuckled seeing you and Jeff do your nerdy handshake before hugging.

Afterwards, everyone sat down to eat. Eddie of course didn't want to sit with the rest of the party. Not while you were just a few feet away. He grabbed his plate and his beer and went to sit next to you. 

“ Eddie…Connie's is gonna kill you.” You warned.

He looked up at the head table and saw Jeff and Connie just enamored with each other. Not really paying attention to anything or anyone else but each other for that matter.

He put a hand on the back of your chair and scooted closer. “ I don't think they care.”

He watched you as you glanced at your friends and smiled.

“ Awww I love them.”

He reached up and moved your hair behind your shoulder. Causing you to look at him. “ Want to get out of here?”

You jerked your head back. “ Dude! It's our best friend's wedding.”

-

As the night progressed you guys were practically inseparable. You danced, drank, and talked. It was as if nothing had changed between you two. He made you laugh and you made him nervous. 

It felt right.

Even the approving nods he got from his friends and family assured him this was it. He could do this with you. 

Your parents were about ready to leave a couple hours later and you along with them. What could he do to get you to stay?

“ I-I can get you a ride home later if you want.” He offered.

You shook your head. “ No, I have some work to do so I better get going.”

He frowned. “ But we hardly got to hang out.”

You looked down, clearly to him, trying to think of something. When he came up with something first.

“ I uhh I should probably try and find a hotel for tonight.”

You met his eyes with yours. “ Why?”

He nudged his head towards the door. Where there were paparazzi hanging out with cameras at the ready. “ I was gonna stay with my uncle, but I don't want those guys to bother him.”

“O-oh… ummm well you know my parents still have the pull out in the basement. I could...if you want, I could sneak you out? But what about everyone else?”

He shrugged. To hell with them for the night. “ They're adults, they can figure out something I'm sure.”

You softly laughed. “ Alright. How about you go out the service entrance and we’ll circle around for you?”

He smirked. “ Let's go.”

-

He was laying there in his boxers trying to figure out how to sneak past your parents room and get into your bedroom. Sure it was probably a stupid idea to try and have sex while your parents were across the hall. However he needed you. He craved your lips, and your warmth. He wanted your body next to his.

So he decided to grab something to drink, then see if your parents had gone to bed.

What he found was even better. 

You were in the kitchen grabbing a Popsicle. Wearing nothing but a long shirt and tube socks.

When you turned around you jumped. “ Eddie!” You half whispered. 

He grinned. “ Sorry baby. Was thirsty.”

He went for a glass to pour himself some tap water. Paying attention to your movements. You had gone to sit at the table and started sucking on the ice cream. All the while reading a manuscript. 

He gulped down his drink and went to sit next to you. Pulling the chair as close to you as possible. 

You did your best to ignore him and his advances. But the way he played with your hair made you shift closer to him. 

You had gotten so overcome by his light touch on your thigh that you squeezed your legs shut. You then flipped the page you were working on and licked the Popsicle that was melting all over your hand. Some of the sweet syrup dripped down your chin. And before you could wipe it away he grabbed your hand with one arm and lightly held your chin between his index finger and thumb with the other. He then licked a fat strip from the underside of your chin up to your bottom lip.

He smirked to himself hearing your breath hitch. He had you right where he wanted. 

He stood up and grabbed your hand. Stealing your sweet treat and finishing it off before leading you down to the basement. Of course locking the door behind you. 

When he got you on the bed, he finally took that kiss he'd been dying for all day and everyday for the past seven years

Wet and needy. Tongues dancing together. Exploring tenaciously. With hands doing the same.

He started needing your breast and was surprised by something hard. Curious, he went under the shirt and felt two small metal balls on either side of your hardened nipple. 

He groaned against your lips. “ Fuck baby. I like this.”

You laughed softly and whispered. “ I knew you would.”

He grinned while he played with your piercing. After a bit he kissed his way down your body until he reached your underwear. But instead of taking them off. He moved the damp cloth to the side and spread you a part. 

He was addicted as soon as his tongue touched you. The sweet, sweet nectar that poured from you drove him mindless. But even more so feeling your hand get lost in his curls as the other covered your mouth. Trying to conceal your pleasure.

He stared up at you, enjoying your contorted face as he sucked and licked and swallowed like there was no tomorrow. 

Then he added fingers. Doing a come hither motion. Wasn't long after that. Your body trembled as an orgasm hit. Your pussy throbbed around his fingers. Coating them generously with your wetness.

He waited patiently for you to come down before climbing back up your body and crashing his lips into yours. And when he did you sucked in his bottom lip. Causing him to push his hardened length against your soaked undergarments.

You pushed him up off of you and got on your knees before him. He watched in awe as you wrapped your hair up and freed his cock from its cotton prison.

You teased him at first. Giving his head little kitten licks and kisses. It was maddening. Feeling your slick tongue swirl around the tip before retreating back into your mouth. 

“ Baby please!” He begged.

You looked up with darkened eyes and a less than angelic smile. “ Shhh. You have to be quiet.”

He pouted. Pleading you with his eyes. 

Then you did it. You took the whole damn thing. Making him reach for the back of your head and lifting his hips to go deeper. 

The hum in your throat had his eyes rolling back and toes curled until they hurt. 

A few seconds passed by and he felt your throat close around him as you started to choke. He loosened his grip and let you back off. 

He opened his eyes and focused on you. Watching you catch your breath before taking him in again. This time not so deep. Adding your hand into the mix. 

It was fucking amazing. Every slurp, every gag, every teasing lick around his balls nearly had him cumming. Even more so when you forced him in every once every other stroke. Building up his confidence and his orgasm.

“ Sh-shit baby…got-gotta stop.” 

You let him go with a small pop and had a concerned look in your eyes.“ Everything okay?”

He licked his lips and swallowed. “ Yeah. Fuckin perfect. Just don't wanna cum yet.”

He leaned forward and pulled you into a kiss while helping you up. 

You stood before him and used his shoulders for balance as he peeled off your panties. 

Once they were at your feet you kicked them off and straddled him. Slowly lowering yourself on his shaft. 

Your mouth fell open and your eyes screwed shut and his tip pushed through. 

“ OH MY GOD!” He moaned. 

Your warm tight pussy clinged to him. Hugging him like no other has before. Feeling you flutter around him as you rocked back and forth had him focusing on not cumming. 

He buried his face in your bosom and concentrated on his target. That one special spot that made you cry out his name. That spot that not only drove you over the edge but made him see heaven.

Sure enough he found it. But at this angle he couldn't touch it as much and he wanted to. 

So he wrapped his arms around you and held on tightly as he flipped you over on your back. 

You giggled in the process and stole a kiss and he repositioned himself. When he looked at you, you were grinning up at him.

“ Oh Eddie. So serious.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and rammed himself in. Earning that yelp/ moan. He reached up to cover your mouth as he plowed into you.

“ This. Is. Serious.” He grunted. 

Your eyes got lost in the back of your head as he thrusted hard and steady. Your moans turning into whimpers and sighs as he fucks you into the bed.

And within moments your body and his reacted to the immense pleasure. 

The climax washed over you like a wave of ecstasy.

Once it passes, he rested his forehead on yours panting with you. Letting his hand fall away from your mouth. 

“ I've missed you so much.” He whispered.

You nodded in agreement that he was also missed. 

He kissed your forehead. “ I'll go find something to clean you up.”

He then pulled out slowly and put on his bottoms.

When he came back he had a warm washcloth with him. He gently cleaned between your legs then himself before pulling you to lay in his arms.

You had started tracing his tattoos. Making him smile.

That's when he found himself writing something on your arm.

‘Marry-me-yeah?’

You sighed lightly and snuggled closer to him. Tracing your answer on his chest.

‘Okay’

He raised his head to look at you. " Yeah?"

You nodded. " On one condition...You have to break the news to Grant."

Eddie threw his head back into the pillow and smacked his forehead. " Shit! He's gonna kill me."

You giggled. " Yup."

…

@salenorona23 @browneyes528 @ohmeg @eddiesguitarskills @trashywormeateroffics @eddie-is-a-god @crookedcrone

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[devoureddreaa]

diary of a mad black woman

i’m totally not projecting in this /hj. buuuuuut, i love love love the movie: diary of a mad black woman. probably the best piece of fiction tyler perry has created. but, i hope you enjooooy!!

cw: toji is an asshole (mb…), you’re gonna be kind of a bitch too if you squint, relationship issues, infidelity issues (on both sides), an established relationship coming to an end, you’re not getting back with him….. (sorry not sorry), uhh y/n is black woman coded (hii ting at the title). lemme know if i forgot anything !!!!

five long, draining years.

five years ago..you married toji right after you two graduated. don’t worry, your clan didn’t sell you. marrying toji is what you wanted to do. only god knew how bad of a decision you were

toji fushiguro, had his owns dreams and aspirations. ones that most possibly didn’t involve you whatsoever, but you forced yourself into them. the first year was just fine, it was like you were laying on cloud nine.

that was until you were pushed off that cloud.

he moved you away from your home. he wanted to “forget about the past” he said, and leave everything behind. and that included your own family..you didn’t know how long it had been since you last heard their voices. now you were isolated, and that only made things worse cause toji knew what sort of power he had over you now.

you did anything in your power to stay in his vision. whether that was dealing with his manipulative behavior, or even his infidelity..you sticked around.

cause you loved him??

or cause you didn’t have anyone else to go to?

weird, cause then you got kicked out of your own home and he got a divorce. he packed all your shit in a truck and replaced you for some hooker. bet enough booger sugar and lube got her to stay. you drove that truck back over to your grandmothers house…who almost shot you since it was the middle of the night. you got over it after a few months. got a job, made friends, reconnected with family..even your mother, and maybe even found some newfound love.

that’s until toji got injured and he was temporarily paralyzed. the hooker he wanted so badly wanted to leave him for dead, but you..were still legally his wife. so you made the last call.

to keep him alive.

as you sat there, thinking about picking up the pieces of what used to be your life..you realized something. every room in this place that you used to call home held a painful memory for you. even though toji’s suffering…something in you wants him to suffer even more. few months in a divorce can take a person through just as many emotions as five years in a marriage. oh, and you’re starting to feel all of them at once.

but the one that is clear…is rage.

now here you were, in your old home, in the office looking for old bill files for him. while he sat in his wheelchair…quietly.

shuffling through the stake of papers, you started to shake your head. “i don’t see it..”

toji’s head perked up, “you don’t see it?” he repeated, in somewhat of a mocking tone..

“no.”

he scoffed, “you really are good for nothing.” here he goes again. “find my bank statement and get the accountant on the phone.”

you looked up from the stack of papers and looked up at him. into those dead cold eyes, those eyes that used to give you so much love..but now…they just give you a whole lotta hurt.

“then call somebody, anybody and you can leave.” toji motioned down to the wheelchair he was sitting it. “this, is not gonna beat me.”

“oh really?” you’re tone was cold, ice cold. you were watching a grown man, that was fully capable of finding his own bank statements, throw a fit cause you couldn’t find it.

his legs were paralyzed, not his fucking arms.

“yea, and whatchu staring at?”

“you get stabbed in the spine, and you’re still the same.”

“i am who i am, and im gonna die that way. toots.” toji gave you a dirty, damn near disgusting look as he looked you up and down. “i don’t even know why you’re here, i’m not givin’ you shit. matter fact, where are my kids?”

“you done, toji?”

“yknow what bitch, just get out.”

you could feel your jaw clenched up when he said that.

he pinched the bridge of his nose, “i ask you to do one simple thing, and you can even do that after five— get out!”

you dropped the papers that were in your hands, you got up from the rather comfortable leather seat. grabbed your things from off the desk and proceeded to take your exit back home quietly.

but then you stopped.

who the hell is he? the man who hasn’t dont anything but hurt you. and now…you were about to let him keep doing exactly that? keep letting him control you like some toy. nah…that ain’t gon slide. before you could even think about it, your arm swung forward then swung back..the back of your hand connecting with toji’s face.

you turned yourself back around and leaned down to face him, placing your hands on the arm rest of the wheelchair..practically caging him in.

“let me explain something to you.” your tone of voice was sick, nasty. it was damn near like you were spitting pure vemon. “old y/n..is gone. and you will not talk to me like that.”

“now i came here..to help you. but now, i’m here to get even.”

“y/n, you—”

“shut up!” your yell echoed through the quiet home, the rain outside just barely being able to heard over it.

“you want your whore..” you walked over and grabbed the picture of toji and his little hooker..that was framed in a pretty little frame. “and your damn kids?”

you raised your arms up and threw the picture onto the ground, shattering the frame. “do you see what you left me for?!” you bend down and quickly picked up the picture, shoving it in toji’s face.

“this..is what you left me for!”

you started to rip the picture to shreds right in front of him, letting the loose parts fall to the floor. “she didn’t give a damn ‘bout you toji, she told them to let you die.!”

you walked back over by the desk, using your arms to sweep the top of it clean..everything falling on the floor, some of it even breaking.

“and yknow what’s funny? hm?” a condescending smile grew on your face. “i fucking gave you life boy, even though you took it from me.”

you’ve never seen toji so quiet and still before for how long you’ve known, but oh, that didn’t mean you were about to let up. you grabbed a play bat that was sitting on the floor..

“ya kids..your boys.” you swung the plastic bat and hit toji in the head. “i wanted children toji! and had you not been a public sex-stop, we would have them!”

you backed away and anger started to consume you. it showed in your face, your body movement, even in the way your heart was racing. you didn’t know if this felt good or not..

“got me all stressed out, my hair fallin’ out, my weight up ‘n down, can’t keep anything down! two miscarriages! you took life from me, and you never even said ‘i’m sorry’..”

was that it? the end of your rant.

hell nah, you walked out of that office. and you let toji sit there alone for a few days. when you can back it smelt rancid.

“god..” you groaned and covered your nose. walking up behind him. “ya smell like shit.”

you grabbed the handle bars and started to walk, then you started to run towards the bathroom.

“y/n. hell are doing?” toji asked, a bit afraid (that’s a new one.)

you ignored his concerns, barging through the bathroom doors to reveal a tub filled with water and a little bit of bubbles.

“y/n, stop—!”

the wheelchair hit the edge and toji was flipped over into the water. you pushed the wheelchair back and watched him, in silence for a bit.

“bathe him, feed him, clothe him..they say.” you say on the edge of the bathtub just watching him. “what bout me, huh? and jesus, stop lookin’ like an idiot.”

you begin to light a cigarette while toji just laid in the slightly cold water. “you try and..kick me out of our house, and keep me away from our money? hell nah. fuck nah, at that.”

you looked back over to see that toji’s head was started to submerge under the water. you quickly got up, dropped your cigarette in the water, and practically dragged toji back up to the surface.

“remember toji, i was there..when all you had was me.”

you stepped out of the tub and left him there.

later, you both sat at the oddly long dinner table. you on one side, and toji on the other. weird thing was you had a plate with a salad on it, and toji? he didn’t have a thing in front of him.

meanwhile, you were eating like it was the best salad you had ever had.

suddenly, toji had..started to cry? “y/n..”

your eyes perked up, “awe, you hungry?”

maybe he was. but who fucking cared? “hm..maybe you should go into the kitchen and get yourself something to eat then hm?” the smile on your face was brutal

“christina..” toji quietly cried out.

you looked over your shoulder, confused. “christina?!” you looked back over at the pitiful man in front of you..trying to hold back to boiling laughter. “christina’s gone…”

you smiled wildly, “your little tramp didn’t have any money to her so she left.” looking back down at your plate using your fork to pick up for more food. “just like your slut.”

“she packed all her shit, and some of yours toji fushiguro..and went on her merry way.” you started to laugh. “come to think of it..she cleaned out your bank account. all of it!”

“oh, sweetheart, you tried to keep from me? and she ended up taking it all..huh?!” you started to laugh even harder, throwing your head back and slamming your fist on to the table.

this was even better then therapy.

“toji..you are like soooo many men.” you paused to get a good look at him. “you’d rather lay with dogs then make it work with a women.”

“you’re a bitch ass, toji..a coward.”

you forcefully pushed your plate of food, sending it flying across the table towards toji. it ended up landing on his lap and some fell onto the floor. but you sure as hell weren’t gonna pick it up, you got up and went upstairs to go to sleep.

toji ended up getting better, and you let all your anger out on him..later forgiving him. you took that divorce as a blessing, the thing you used to see as curse. he still loved you, but you didn’t love him the same. you didn’t want to be back with him. pain can hurt someone, but it won’t change anybody; and toji is a perfect example of that.

but you? oh you knew better. and anyone that would cross you in the future would learn that.

signed,

a mad black woman.

did it well…and did it good. PLSASE WATXH HIS MOVIE, I LOVE IT!!! anywho coming with the content..smash that like button for more bangers!!! /lhj but, hope you enjoyed!! love you baaaaaaai (if you saw any typos..not you didn’t)

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The One That Got Away —ACOTAR (canon) AU

Azriel x reader

Warnings: angst. Some swearing.

(Also Azriel is kind of a dickhead in this)

(This is based off the song ‘The one that got away’ by brielle von hugel (no I don’t like Katy Perry’s version))

(This is anti Elain so bugger off if you have a problem with that)

Summary; a girl, let’s call her Violet (its easier than ‘y/n’) is Azriel’s best friend and a Valkyrie in training, she secretly loves Az but the one she loves is in love with Elain.

Masterlist

Is what Violet desperately wanted to say to him. To Azriel, her best friend. That she, not Elain. Belonged with him. She had silently loved him for decades, he was perfect he was so kind and thoughtful, he was so so perfect. Violet had met him over sixty decades ago, Rhys had taken interest in her for her unique abilities. She was able to make maps, detailed renditions of the exact place, people and everything. It was like they were actually looking at them. It was a mirage of course. She was taken under The Shadowsingers wing for the ability. He had found you extremely helpful when doing his Spymaster things. Over the years you two had grown closer, he had started to confide in you, talk to you—about anything really, his job. Books he liked, his dreams—and you had done the same. You both had found you got along with one another well. But over the years your affection for him was no longer platonic, but something more. You loved him, really. But for a spymaster he sure wasn’t very good at noticing Violets affection for him. When he’d be training with Cassian and he’d take off his shirt. She would try and read but always get distracted ogling him—his muscles— She was practically drooling over him and everybody except Azriel noticed. Like whenever Violet would be chatting with Feyre or Mor she’d start talking about Azriel—so much in fact your friends had to basically shove something in her mouth to get her to shut up.

There was only one problem. Azriel was in love with Elain not her. She’d noticed ever since Elain had showed up Az had been spending all his time with her, oh. Violet wanted to go get lunch with him? Nope. He was always busy, busy with her. A couple of weeks ago Violet was celebrating her birthday and had invited Azriel, he’d never showed up. She had waiting hours for him, even after the party had finished and everyone had gone home she’d still waited. Eventually she’d given up and gone home—sulking in her to big bed—the next day she’d gone over to Azriel to confront him, he was standing near one of the many balconies talking to Elain, storming her way over to the pair she turned to Azriel ignoring Elain’s presence entirely. “Why didn’t you come to my birthday party Az?” Violet demanded. She watched as Azriel’s eyes widened slightly with surprise. He didn’t even remember? “I’m so sorry Violet I completely forgot, I had been talking with Elain and I must’ve lost track of time” Azriel said apologetically, But she didn’t miss the way he’d said talking, Violet looked to Elain from the corner of her eye to see the female blushing slightly. They’d been kissing. Elain had been sticking her tongue down his throat. While she had been waiting at the party with eyeliner running down her face. She was beyond pissed at both of them. Violet sucked in a deep breath fighting off the urge to claw the woman’s face off. “We’re so sorry Violet if we had known it was your birthday we wouldn’t have gotten distracted, once again were both so sorry” Elain said. “Save it Elain. I don’t want your petty excuses, just leave it.” She snapped.

“Hey, there’s no need to be mad it was a simple mistake. Besides the party wasn’t that important anyway, we can just celebrate it some other time.” Azriel said, anger lacing his every word. She couldn’t believe him, Wasn’t that important? It was her birthday for fucks sake. “Fuck you!” Violet said baring her teeth at him. With that she stormed off ignoring Cassian’s confused look.

She barely made it to her apartment before breaking down into tears. She hadn’t meant to say those things to them but she couldn’t help it. How had she fallen in love with Azriel in the first place? And why had she pursued him even though he clearly didn’t see her that way. She was about to go and hop in a nice warm bath when knocking appeared at the door, She walked over to it opening it as she wiped away her salty tears, looking up she saw Azriel standing there, what did he want now? “What’s wrong with you?” Azriel asked, oh, oh. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you!” She practically screamed. The audacity. She looked into his eyes—eyes so full of anger, anger that was directed at her— she glared at him and he glared back. She was definitely not in love with him anymore, the thought made her tear up. Salty water streaked down her already wet face.

She looked at him again to find not even an ounce of pity or regret or anything apart from anger. That made her cry more, so she whispered “I can’t believe I was ever in love with you” Azriel’s eyes widened at that. He opened his mouth to respond but Violet had slammed the door in his face, locking it before sliding down it. Until she was hugging her knees, sobbing. She briefly remembered frantic knocking on the door, she didn’t open it. It eventually stopped. She got up and stumbled—because she’d been sitting for so long— to her bathroom, drawing a bath before stripping off her tear soaked clothes. She got into the boiling hot bath. Breathing in and out, her heart trying to regain a steady rhythm. After a while the bath water went warm then cold, her skin akin to a prune. Getting out of the slippery tub and drying herself off with the nearest towel. She barely put on clothes before she flopped onto her bed, bursting back into tears.

She woke up the next day in a daze, her pillow soaked. Her bed a mess. She rolled over on her bed, ending up on the floor with an “bitch” Violet groaned. She got off the ground and sauntered to the little kitchen, popping on the kettle to make some tea. She started on some toast while she waited. After she had finished breakfast and gotten on some decent clothes. She stalked out of the apartment and made her way to the townhouse. Once she was inside she made her way to Rhys’ office.

She rapped a few knocks on the door before a “come on in” came from inside the office. She opened the door and walked in before closing it behind her. Rhys met her eyes from behind the desk and she knew he was aware of what had happened yesterday. “Hey” she whispered “hey” Rhys repeated. “Could I talk to you please?” Violet whispered.

AZRIEL’S POV

Azriel felt terrible. He’d felt terrible ever since those words had came out of Violets mouth, Loved you. Violet had loved him. He hadn’t talked to anyone since yesterday, no one, not even Elain. He had given Rhys a brief explanation telepathically. He had been throwing up non stop from guilt and shame. After a while he eventually got up from kneeling at the toilet. He changed clothes and wandered over to the dining room where he saw Rhys, Feyre, Nesta, Cassian and Emerie talking and eating, Rhys looked up from where he’d been looking at something and when he met his high lords eyes he immediately knew something was wrong. He followed Rhys out to one of the many terraces, “What happened?” Azriel inquired. “Violet leaving is what happened.” Rhys said gruffly. Leaving? No that can’t be right. “Why is she leaving?” “I think you know the answer to that question. You have cost me a very valuable member to our inner circle Azriel.”

He felt sick. What had he done? He had completely ruined a decades long relationship with his best friend all because he fell for another woman, he should’ve known how she’d felt. He’d caught her staring at him on multiple occasions. When he’d put on a nice suit and she would just stare. And look starstruck. But he had just ignored it. “Do you know where she is?” Azriel said frantically, “back at her apartment probably if you fly fast enough you could catch her.” Rhys replied. He didn’t say anything else before he blasted off the terrace and flew faster than he’d ever flown before. He practically slammed into the cobblestone road outside her apartment. He raced up the steps to her floor and slammed his fist against the door. The face thar greeted him when the door opened was not one he recognised.

VIOLET’S POV

She had been zipping up her bags when frantic knocking shook the door, she knew who it was before she even opened the door. Blue eyes met those of brownish gold, in the most steely voice she could manage she said “what are you doing here” the surprise on Azriel’s face said it all; She had never looked at him this way. “I’m here to say I’m sorry, I really miss you baby, I’ll stop seeing Elain. Please I just want you back” Azriel said, but she could hear the lies dripping off the words. She did feel a little bad for Elain she hadn’t meant to snap at her. “It’s too late Azriel I’m leaving for the Summer Court now. Good luck.” She said simply then she winnowed her bags away before locking the door to her empty apartment and sauntered past a shocked Azriel before winnowing away to the Summer Court.

Two Years Later.

Violet couldn’t believe it had two years now, it seemed like just yesterday she was working for the night court, drinking wine with Mor, bickering with Cassian. Reading with Amren, discussing painting techniques with Feyre. Having deep conversations with Azriel. Discussing fashion with Rhys. Laughing with Nesta, tending to the garden with Elain. Although she regretted what had happened with Azriel, she had stayed in touch with the inner circle. She had started talking to Elain again via letter. A few months ago she had sent a letter to Azriel to say she was sorry for the things she had said to him and that she wished him well. She had a lovely villa by the beach and now worked for Tarquin, she had met a nice man a year ago, she was now engaged with a baby on the way. She wished she had handled it better with Azriel but the past was the past.

The End.

(Sorry I know this was random and a bit intense)

@itswritten @azriel-is-my-cinnamon-roll @acotarfans-blog @azrielhours @shadowsingerr @illyrianbitch

#acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x elain #a court of thorns and roses #shadowsinger x reader #azriel shadowsinger #sarah j maas #sjm universe #fantasy

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Obey me! Brothers music taste headcanons

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more like ramblings than headcanons tbh but i had this stuck in my head and needed to get it out, also feel free to send requests for diff headcanons!

Cw’s: none!

Little bit satirical (i over exaggerate sometimes cuz it’s funny) but pretty in character overall i thinkk

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Lucifer:

• You know this motherfucker listens to classical music and classical music only cuz he’s boring

• Okay but jokes aside i see him listening to like 30’s 40’s 50’s music especially the love songs.

• Like straight up fallout 4 soundtrack music, he’d listen to it while doing paperwork or unwinding

• He’d definitely be really prideful (no duh) about his taste in music, he’d feel all fancy and refined when he tells people

• Type of dude to be like “modern music simply can’t compare to the classics…” shut up grandpa we get it u know bach’s zodiac sign, penis size, and mothers maiden name

• Wants to be different so bad, he’d strictly listen to music from his vintage record player or some shit cause it’s the “most authentic” way to listen, fr acts like a manic pixie dream girl (he’d hit me upside the head if he heard me say that sorry luci🫶)

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Mammon:

• r&b and spanish music

•but i feel like he’d like 2000s party music from all the clubbing and casinos

• def a weekend listener and like 90’s rap

• but also like i wouldn’t be surprised if he listened to some 90s rock too

• he’d listen 2 sublime or nirvana or local h (i’m projecting on the last one)

• but anyways he’d be a #1 rihanna fan he’d blast her music in his room but then deny liking her💀make it make sense!!

• also he knows her best album is loud CAUSE HE HAS TASTE!!

• also tyler the creator i get the vibe he’d love him

• kali uchis fan too

•ALSO i feel like he had a phase where he listened to juice wrld and was like “these cheating lying females….” after he got his heart broken by a witch YOU CANG TELL ME IM WRONG😭😭 it’s okay though cause he’s embarrassed by it now

• oh childish gambino too duh forgot about him

ALSO LET ME MENTION DINERO IS LITERALLY HIS SONG ITS ACTUALLY HIS

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Levi:

• this one’s gonna be real fucking short IM SORRYYY

• he listens to anime openings and game soundtracks strictly

• that’s literally all i can think of dude

• he’d be like “i don’t have time for normie music…”

• his room is literally that old caramelldansen meme from 2019/2020

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Satan:

• this one was harder for me to pinpoint

• first instinct would be classical music but it’s canon he likes ska music too so 🤷‍♀️

• i really do feel like he’d listen to all types of music, like a true jack of all traits, if he likes it he likes it so his playlist is allllll over the place

• for some reason i get a vibe he’d really like 80s music in particular though

• the song that pops into my head is who can it be now? by men at work idk why

• maybe even older music i feel like he’d like sam cooke

• OH both him and belphie would like mazzy star and fiona apple idk why but they would

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Asmo:

• okay crucify me for this one but…mitski I JUSG FEEL LIKE HE WOULD

• but i also see him loving lady gaga a lot cuz he has taste

•omg he’d listen to old katy perry too

•but yea also probably lil nas x he’d have a celeb crush on him

• oh tyler the creator too with his gay ass, him and mammon both love him, they def have done a duet to see u again

• he’d be a barb probably defend nicki too😭

• and as much as it pains me to say it, he’d fucking listen to ayesha erotica and be like “this is so good!!!”, hed post a devilgram story with one of her songs and then get cancelled on twitter

• “I made a severe and continuous lapse of judgement…” and then did the same thing a week later

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Beel:

• type of guy when you ask him what music he listens to he goes “idk i don’t really listen to music”

• he legitimately looks up “hype playlist” on youtube to work out and that’s the extent of it

• really can’t see him being a big music guy

• if u invited him to a concert or something he’d go though for food

•he’d give you a piggy back ride so u can see better

• tbh if u were to put on music he would not care much no matter how good/bad it is

• you could walk in on him working out and literally listening 2 cbat or some shit

• HE LITERALLY IS CBAT GUY😭 he’d be like “i always use this song when i’m working out..

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Belphie:

• emo fucker

• i feel like he’d like emo/ 90s rock ( but more “rockish” than mammons 90’s rock)

• but he’d also love any more relaxing music with softer vocals

• he’d be a deftones fan I KNOW GHATS FUCKING BASIC AND UR ROLLING UR EYES BUT LISTEN

• they have the combination of 90s rock but also more soothing calming vocals, theyd literally b perfect

• and for that reason his favorite albums r koi no yokan and saturday night wrist, also their self titled,

• would call mammon a poser for his music taste “nirvana isn’t even *real* rock idiot🙄”

• but nah, also like i said in satans fiona apple and mazzy star fan

• he’d suck so bad though he’d go on twitter and be like, “if you like deftones ur a poser” (while being their number 1 fan, fucking brat) then turn off his phone and take a nap for the funny

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HAIIIIII HAIIIII HAIIIII II III II i hit a big milestone on skz comeback day so i decided to do a lil thank u post or whatever idk. ive never done one of these in my tumblr career . As u can see ….. and the quality of the banner is trash just like where hyunjin almost fell. Can u just think of it as 5 minutes of crafts and like this is sooo five years old child making a Mother’s Day card to her mom. It’s full of love anyway 😻 i was writing this post while taking hits of my vanilla vape and it ran out of nicotine juice so im struggling and can’t focuse anymore 👍 pls forgive me this is gonna be very messy 😄

anyway these are no in particular order and sorry if i forgot someone 😔😔😔😔 this is what makes me so nervy that i have never made a post like this before like 😔 i don’t want to forget anyoneeeeeee also tumblr wouldn’t let me add more so blame them and not me DUMBLR 😡🍅🍅🍅🍅 thank u so much for sticking around and u are all so very dear to me in all of your unique ways:

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@hanarchy: WAAAAAAA my chris.. this is so different cause we have actually met. thank y for always taking care of me… u are so so dear to me. like i will never forget the feeling of breaking down in tears when we got to lolla area and i realized i will see skz and u made sure i was okay. it will be my core memory till im in my death bed. i love u and your company and that we can bitch to each other about stuff and u just get me and i get u… i hope we can keep holding hands and making many more memories together 💘

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@izayaki MYYYYYY CARLYBEANNNNNNN MY CARLYBEANNNNNNNN MY CARLYBEANNN I FUCKING LOVE U U ARE EVERYTHING TO ME!!!! you could only treat me as your local sandman if u wished but i wouldn’t care like i love u so much!!!! i know i can always count u to be so crazy with me when it comes to hyunjin. also i feel like it’s worth mentioning that u make me feel so comfortable around u. i feel like i can finally be like myself whenever i talk with you :(( like u accept me just how i am and it means so much to me… idk i just feel like i will love u unconditionally and 4ever or whatever katy perry said in that one hit song of hers.

@sunmisbf we will one day smoke together. like idec how many years it will take. we will sit at that porch when we are 80 years old grandmas and we will share a joint and talk about our good old kpop days. u are a delight here and i would feel so empty if i didn’t follow u.

@dowoonyoon: my favoritest penpal.. the way u are engraved in my heart forever. u are just as lovely as taylor swift love songs, i hope u know that. im so happy to scream about anything and whatever with u. WE WILL GET MORE OF THOSE TAYLOR AND SKZ CRUMBS NEXT YEAR 🕯️🕯️🕯️

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@ortali my cutie ortal… my favorite hyunie stan ever. me and u are the same and i miss u so dearly everyday whenever u aren’t here. tumblr isn’t the same without your presence. you bring me so much comfort and serenity and im so thankful that the world brought you to me 😣💘

@seungs: ik u hate sappy things but i will still shamelessly admit you are one of my favorite people ever here. im always here for your thoughts like i neEEED to hear them u know. you are so wise and collected and talented (ggoat = greatest gif maker of all time) that i aspire to be like u in so many ways like i just adore u so much hehe. i hope to be like u or whatever woodz said. i hope we get to meet once skz all around the world drags their booties to here mwah 💋

@seo-changbinnies: my trusted pc trader like trust all of my bin pcs will come to your way every comeback. it’s a tradition atp to stress over the international mail but i wouldn’t change a thing. u are a joy to be around and a blessing to this hellsite. so much happiness and joy radiating your tags that i couldn’t imagine tumblr without your presence. love u sososoo much 💖

@hyunsung: hello HELLOOOOO reach out to me im one of your biggest fans. i see a gifset of yours and i will be getting that thing to at least 1k notes like that’s the minimum they all deserve. you make art here and i think everyone should acknowledge it and appreciate it!!!!!!!! your name is mona just like one of the most famous art pieces of this whole world. i think it tells so much ‼️‼️

@chrisbangs my liiii my little moon… u are one of my first stayblr friends and i love u to the moon and back. whenever we catch up it’s like catching up with an old childhood bestie. nothing changed and the connection and love is always there. u mean so much to me than words could ever describe. i will forever be here rooting for you thousands miles away but our hearts will stay always connected 💘

@young-jae my forever only love sohvi. u have been here for me since the day one like im not even kidding… u know me through and through and i consider u my family at this point. i know if i fall to a dark place, i got your shoulder to lean on and that means the world to me. and same with you. you own my heart forever and always. i need to hug u so badly, i know i have the bestest hug in the world stored for u that i have been holding bag just to save it for u 💘 esc2024 here we come

@ye-xiu i feel like me and u are a married couple at this point like we have been through so much together and separately too like WOWIUUEEEEEE u are like a solid rock to me. a constant force that i can count on and i value it so much. i feel like i have told u this before but i love when u write.. u have a way with your words that always seem to touch places in my heart that i didn’t even know were there. hmm.. whatever does it ever drive u crazy how fast the night changes but it will never change me and u (that’s literally 1d lyrics but it just fits us)

@huiracha omg i adore u so much like 😭😭😭😭😭 IM SIMPLY A PEASANT WHILE PERCEIVING UR CONTENT. the way i have like actually kicked my feet few times in my bed when u rebloged something from me.. idk u are like my tumblr crush marie.. i just had to let u know here publicly!!!!!

@mybodyfails my sweetest oli with sososooooo much love to give…. u are sooooooo special. always rooting for me and hyping me up like half of my self confidence comes from your kindness. i hope you that passionate love you give out to the world will find you eventually. im glad to act as a cupid in your life too like that’s one of my greatest accomplishments and i will be mentioning it in my next job interview 😼

@hyumjim my funny guy Emily… u are like one of the funniest and craziest (in a good day at) people i have ever met. your energy irl also is just so joyful like i for real feel like i would never be depressed if i could spend at least few days a week with you (maybe that’s why u are a therapist… woah 🫨)

#vilmas follow forever

[secretelia]

HOFAS REVIEW (SPOILERRRRS)

I wanted to do a HOFAS Review bc i've seen so many opinions of this book... Beware spoilers!

Okey, first of all, my rating for this book: 4.5 ⭐️ I LOVED IT!

Sorry to everyone who hated it, i just couldn't. I loved it! Even tho i do have some things to say. Let's start on the story itself (plot, writing style...):

The plot to me was good, even tho at some points a lil bit too dense. But I really enjoyed seeing how the whole story that started in book one ended. I really liked how everything was tied up and how all those things that appeared in book one actually made sense now in book three. Again, at some points it became difficult to follow, but in the end everything made sense.

Bryce and Hunt's romantic story. I love them! Bryce was a little annoying at some point, but i totally get what she was trying to say/do. It's unfair to say that she doesn't care for Hunt bc she looked past his trauma. She didn't! She was dealing with a lot of stuff and maybe her first reaction wasn't good, but she realized her mistake and just asked him to finish what he started! Plus, all of you saying they don't have a connection... Be fucking for real. Their love is so pure and so mature! They're adults navigating difficult times and it SHOWS.

Ruhn and Lidia uggggggh absolutely love them! To me, Lidia was THE character on this book. Love her development, her relationship with Ruhn and overall her character. I wished we would have had a lil bit more of Ruhn pov, tho.

Tharion i love u idc what everyone says you're my fav fish<3

I really liked that it wasn't a different pov each chapter and that it was mostly bryce's and hunt's pov. But sometimes it got weird the pov changing in the middle of the chapter, it was like "wait what?" kinda situation. But overall I enjoyed it.

The ACOTAR crossover!!!! Loved it! Love to see that Nesta and Azriel became good friends and I looooooooove to see Nesta as a warrior. So powerful! She's my baby and I'm so excited bc it looks like we're getting another acotar book for her, can't fucking wait. I would have liked a little bit more of Feyre and also I was expecting for them to go help Bryce and have an epic final battle scene with the ACOTAR characters, but i'm not mad that didn't happen.

Now, for the things i didn't like:

Ithan's pov. Sorry, it was just boring! Let it go already omg... So annoying. Plus i didn't get the whole sigrid situation. It just felt like Sarah didn't remeber she existed in CC2 and didn't know what to do with her in CC3. All that "new fendyr heir" talk over and over again just to have her killed? Don' get it! It seemed like she would be Ithan's love interest and suddenly we have another character out of the blue named perry that's being set up with him... Weird.

Ariadne? What happened to her? She left the vyper queen and poof, gone. She appears at the end to tell tharion that going back to the meat market is a stupid decision and then disappears again... Ok. It was weird.

Sathia! What happened to her? Again, it seemed like the character was bothering Sarah and she didn't know what to do with her... So she set up the whole ex situation and byebye. And Flynn didn't even think to ask where the fuck his sister was? It was just so random.

This is just a curiosity, but i realized that Bryce said Rhys looked exactly like Ruhn, but then Ember didn't say anything about it when she first met Rhys... Sarah just probs forgot but i found it weird.

That bonus chapter with nesta and ember... OMG a lot of thoughts on that. I love Nesta, but I'm mad about Rhys tearing her apart, like he just knows that feyre would have done exactly the same thing as nesta, cmon😭 Also i love Cas, even though i'm a lil mad that he always sides with rhys so boldly and i would love for nesta to address that on the next acotar book.

Overall, it was a good book and i really enjoyed it!

#cc hofas #hofas spoilers #hofas bonus chapter #hofas #crescent city #crescent city 3 #cc3 #cc3 spoilers #cc3 review #hofas review #acotar #acosf #pro nesta #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Don't Make it Weird

Part One | Masterlist

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Best Friend!Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Minors, kindly get off of my lawn.

Notes: Not beta-read, cause when is it ever. Hellooooo erlcomr to the last part, thank you for readiiiiing

No physical descriptions, no use of y/n.

Warnings: Cursing, friends with benefits, angst, fluff, friends to lovers, Jealous Rhett, Possessive Rhett, explicit sexual content—unprotected sex, cumplay, creampie, finger sucking, quickies

Summary: You don’t know what’s come over the two of you. Ever since you started messing around, you haven’t been able to keep yours hands off of each other when you’re alone. You feel like the way Rhett looks at you has changed. It’s softer, sweeter—it’s closer to the looks that you’ve seen pointed at his girlfriends. The way he calls you sweetpea has changed, too. These days, it’s in a murmur, or hedged with a growl; he says it right up against your ear, against your cheek, against your lips. 

You worry if you’re not careful, that you could fall in love with him. 

You know that if you think too hard about it, you’ll realize that you already have. 

“Fuck—” 

“Quiet down, sweetpea,” Rhett chuckles, cramming his fingers past your parted lips. “You’re gonna get us caught. You don’t want everyone to know what we’re doin’ up here, do ya?” 

You just groan, greedily sucking his fingers. Rhett’s hips pound roughly against yours, the sound muted by your jeans. You haven’t had a chance to undress properly—hell, you haven’t even had a chance to wash up for dinner like you were supposed to. You figured it would be quick enough, but Rhett had slipped into the bathroom behind you as you’d finished washing your hands. You’d thought you’d be out of there in a moment or two, that Rhett just wanted to steal a couple of kisses before dinner, but he’d crowded up behind you at the sink with a murmur of, “Been thinkin’ about this all day, sweetpea.” 

Now, Rhett’s face is pressed against your neck, his hips pressed tightly to yours as he nails you with deep, slow, steady thrusts, his arms curled around you. One of his hands has made a home up the inside of your shirt, and is squeezing and teasing your breast with every thrust. You reach up, grasping the wrist of the hand still fingering your mouth. You hold his wrist prone, swirling your tongue around his fingers, one by one. Rhett groans, laying a sucking kiss on your neck. You whimper, pulling off of his fingers with a sloppy suck. 

“Don’t,” You whine, “How am I supposed to explain a fresh hickey to your mom?” 

Rhett leans away, pressing his face into your shirt and swiping his thumb over your nipple, his nail catching just a touch. Your cunt clutches around him at the feeling, the sharp, lingering sting. The two of you freeze as you hear a knock on the door. Your heart skips a beat, your traitorous pussy still throbbing around him. 

“Rhett?” Perry calls through the door. “You seen your friend anywhere?” 

Oh damn, you knew you were taking too long. 

“Nope,” Rhett calls back without skipping a beat. “Think she forgot her phone in the stables. I thought I saw it there before.” 

“Alright,” Perry calls back. “Can you go check when you’re done in there? Mom wants to get dinner started.” 

“Sure thing.” The words are hardly out of Rhett’s mouth before he’s thrusting up into you again. You bite your lip, tipping forward and bracing yourself on the sink as he sets a punishing pace. 

“Rhett,” You breathe. 

“You heard ‘im,” He murmurs, hands settling on your hips to steady you. You tighten your fingers around the cool porcelain, and make the mistake of looking at Rhett in the mirror. His face is a mask of desirous concentration; his brow is furrowed, his tongue peeking out from between his lips as he looks down at where the two of you are joined. You know by the way his mouth drops open in a pant that he’s close. You dip your head, raising your hand and teasing your thumb across one of your nipples. You shiver at the feeling, pushing back against Rhett. 

“You want me to move?” You mumble. 

“For what?” 

“Do you need to get to the—The sink or something?” 

Rhett reaches down, hooking his arm around your shoulders and drawing you to lean back against him. 

“You think I’m gonna pull out, pretty girl? Oh, no,” He chuckles. “You’re gonna be drippin’ with me all night.” 

Your jaw drops with a stunned moan, and Rhett shoves his fingers back into your mouth. You gag on them, cunt throbbing as he spills into you. You sag back against him, wriggling just a little, and grinning as he brushes his lips against your jaw. 

“You’re awful,” You giggle, turning your head to look at him. 

“Got a problem with that?” 

“Not for a second.” 

Rhett grins, dipping close and slipping his tongue between your lips. You smile, raising your hand to slide into his hair, keeping him close. You sigh softly into the kiss, ignoring the slight cramping in your neck.

“Mmm…We gotta get back out there,” You mumble, tipping your head to rest against his. “Your family’s gonna get suspicious.” 

“Guess so,” He grumbles. You bite your lips as Rhett draws out. You clench down against his spend, and gasp as he slips his slick, thick fingers between your legs, swiping where his spend is beginning to drip and dragging it up, swiping over your sensitive clit. 

“Rhett,” You warn. He grunts, nipping your shoulder through your shirt before he withdraws his fingers. He tugs your pants up around your waist, and you reach down, pulling them up the rest of the way and fastening them.

“You better wash your hands,” You warn, walking over to the door. You peer out of the door, glancing back and forth furtively before stepping out, shutting the door behind yourself. You take a moment to compose yourself at the top of the stairs, drawing in a deep breath and tightening your hand on the banister. 

You don’t know what’s come over the two of you. Ever since you started messing around, you haven’t been able to keep yours hands off of each other when you’re alone. You feel like the way Rhett looks at you has changed. It’s softer, sweeter—it’s closer to the looks that you’ve seen pointed at his girlfriends. The way he calls you sweetpea has changed, too. These days, it’s in a murmur, or hedged with a growl; he says it right up against your ear, against your cheek, against your lips. 

You worry if you’re not careful, that you could fall in love with him. 

You know that if you think too hard about it, you’ll realize that you already have. 

--  

“Where the heck have you been?” Cecilia asks as you step into the kitchen. 

“Oh—Couldn’t find my phone. I dropped it on the way back from the east pasture. Took me forever to find it. I’m sorry,” You cast an apologetic smile around the table before settling in. 

“Have you seen Uncle Rhett?” Amy asks, blinking at you from across the table. 

“Uh….No?" You try not to wince with the lie. "No, not for a while.” 

“I’m here, I’m here,” Rhett hurries into the kitchen, sitting down in the chair beside yours. “Sorry, I thought she’d gone to the stable. I went lookin’ for her.”

“Didn't mean to slow everyone down,” You add. 

“That’s alright, dear,” Cecilia reassures before looking around at everyone else. “Shall we pray?” 

You dip your head, keeping still and quiet as the family prays over the meal. As they finish, you lean back in your seat. You’re trying not to squirm too much, but you can already feel Rhett’s cum beginning to drip out of you. 

“So!” Cecilia asks brightly. “We haven’t seen you around here in a while.”

“I know,” You smile apologetically. “It’s been pretty nuts at work, I’ve hardly had a moment to myself.” 

“Rhett said you’ve been wound pretty tight lately,” Perry offers. You glance at Rhett, arching a brow. 

“Has he.” 

Rhett shrugs, passing you the potatoes. 

“You have,” He mutters. 

“You go and tell everyone in town, or just everyone around this table?” 

“Just around this table—” 

“Oh good—” 

“For now.” 

“I’ll thank you not to start spreadin’ my business around to anyone who’ll listen, Abbott.” 

“Pass the potatoes?” Royal grumbles, cutting off your bickering. You hurriedly spoon some onto your plate before passing them to him with a small, apologetic smile.

“Here,” Rhett mutters. You glance over, spotting green beans. They’re not your favorite, and he knows it. 

“C’mon, try ‘em,” He insists, reaching down and taking one up. You reach up to take it, but Rhett pulls it back. You narrow your eyes at him in irritation. 

“Go on,” He nods. You lean in, taking it from him with your mouth—and catching the scent of yourself on his fingers. Oh, this dirty bastard—

“So?” he asks as you lean away, a sparkle in his eyes. 

“Better than I thought they’d be. Maybe I don’t hate green beans,” You mutter, shoveling some onto your plate before passing the bowl of them to Royal. 

“That’s just how good mom’s cooking is.” 

You fight the urge to reach down and whack Rhett in the dick, instead taking the plate of chicken from Royal, and pointedly ignoring the curious looks passing between Cecilia and Perry. 

--  

“That was rotten of you, you know.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” 

“You could’ve at least washed your hands. That’s just unsanitary.” 

Rhett rolls his eyes, raising his beer to his lips and taking a swig before leaning back against bar’s booth.

“Not like I fed anything to anyone else.” 

“You shouldn’t have even fed it to me.” 

“I done a lot worse with those fingers, sweetpea.” 

You wrinkle your nose, shaking your head and looking around the bar, muttering, “Did not need to know that.” 

“You already know it intimately.” 

You scoff softly, fighting off your smile. You go still as you spot a man watching you from the bar. He looks familiar; you’re certain you’ve seen him through beer goggles before. He dips his head toward you, shooting you a wink. Your stomach flips, and you hurriedly duck your head, looking away. 

“What is it?” Rhett asks, glancing around. 

“No, nothing,” You shake your head. “Thought I saw someone I know.” You raise your beer, taking a swig and finishing it off. “You want another one?” You ask, nodding to his bottle. 

“Ah…Yeah, sure,” Rhett nods, “I can—” 

“I’ll get them. You got the last round,” You remind him as you scooch out of the booth. You reach out, giving his head a light, playful shove as you go. You feel Rhett turning to look at you, but you force yourself to not turn back to look at him. You lean against the bar, waiting patiently and smiling as the bartender catches your eye. 

“Two more?” She asks. 

“Please.” 

“Put it on my tab,” Comes a low voice from behind you. You glance back, spotting the man that had winked at you just a few moments ago. 

“Oh—No,” You turn back to the bartender, shaking your head. “Thanks, but no thanks.” 

“How about a shot?” The man asks as the bartender steps away to ring it up. “I seem to remember that you like those.” 

Oh yeah—Not beer goggles. Tequila goggles. 

“No thanks, I’m good.” 

“Was I that bad last time?” He teases, leaning against the bar. He’s close enough that you can feel the heat rolling off of him; you can smell his cologne, and the beer on his breath. You hesitate before glancing up at him. He’s not unattractive—in fact, he’s quite a bit cuter up close. He’s got tanned skin, a strong, defined jaw, and warm brown eyes. His smile widens as you finally meet his gaze. 

“I didn’t say that,” You argue. 

“So?” He presses, taking a step closer, “One shot?” 

It’s not such a bad idea; you’ve had worse, and you’ve clearly had it with him. You think about saying yes, but—

“Everythin’ alright over here, sweetpea?” 

Oh—crap. You don’t have a chance to look at Rhett, to ask what he’s doing before he rests his hand on your lower back and crowds up against you. Irritation spikes up sharply in you, fingers tightening around your fresh beer. 

“Fine,” You answer stiffly, glancing back at him and passing him his beer. “Here.” 

“Thanks, babe.” 

Babe? Oh, you could smack him one—

“How’s it going?” Rhett asks, nodding to the man. 

“Fine. Y’all have a goodnight,” The man nods, smiling and knocking the bar lightly, nodding at you. Rhett steps around to take over the guy’s place, his hand still resting on your waist. You shake your head, taking up your beer and taking a pull. 

“...What’s wrong?” Rhett murmurs. You manage to bite back an, Oh, please. 

“Nothing.” 

“...Lookit me.” 

“I’m good.” 

“Sweetpea.” Rhett slides his arm around your middle, turning you to face him. You sigh, setting your beer down and reaching into your back pocket, drawing out your wallet. 

“Okay. I’m going home.” 

“Sounds good—” 

“Alone.” You slap at twenty onto the bar and take your beer up, draining it. 

“Lemme drive you,” Rhett implores, grasping your wrist. It’s a tempting offer, but you know where that’ll lead. 

“No thank you,” You answer sharply, setting your beer down. 

“Sweetpea, c’mon—” 

“Goodnight, Abbott.” You shake him off, striding out of the bar. You only just manage not to run out of the bar as your belly twinges with feelings of annoyance, anger and fear. It only gets worse as you get outside, as you get some clear air, and as your head clears up just a touch. Fuck, this is bad. Rhett’s always been protective of you, but this is different. Come to your rescue if a guy wouldn’t fuck off? Sure. But to have him coming up behind you in a bar, warding off some guy that's just hitting on you? He’s never have done that before.

Nothing’s changed, has it? The two of you just fuck, but nothing else has changed. He promised not to make it weird, you both promised not to make it weird. And if this isn’t fucking weird, you don’t know what is. You frown as you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket and tug it out, glancing down at the contact. You grimace at the sight of Rhett’s name and decline the call, shoving it back into your pocket. You just want to go home, crawl into bed, and not think about Rhett. 

--  

You can’t believe he’s there. You almost turned right around when you saw his truck parked in front of your house. Now, you muster all of your courage and charge up your stairs. You don’t meet Rhett’s eye as you push past him to reach your door. You unlock it as quickly as possible, shoving it shut behind you. To your chagrin, you hear Rhett’s grumbled curse, chased by the thud of his boots following you inside the apartment. 

“I told you I wanted to be alone, Rhett.” 

“You said you wanted to go home alone. I let you walk.”

“You let me?” You whirl around, enraged. He purses his lips, eyes dropping to the floor. 

“That’s not what I meant,” He mumbles. 

“You don’t let me do anything, Rhett Abbott. I do whatever I goddamn want to.” 

“I know that.” 

“So get that bullshit outta your mouth and keep it out of my face—and take of your damn hat, for christssakes.” 

He reaches up, drawing off his baseball cap and sweeping his hand through his hair. Shit, you shouldn’t have told him to do that. His damn hangdog expression is much more pronounced in the yellowing kitchen light. 

“Should I take my boots off, too?” He tries to tease. 

“No need. You’re not staying long.”

“Sweetpea.”

“You’re making it weird!”

“...What?”

“You’re making it weird—this,” You wave between the two of you, “The whole fucking thing with us…fucking.”

“How’d I make it weird?”

“The hell do you call that shit you pulled at the bar?” 

“He was botherin’ you.”

“Says who?”

“...Looked like he was.” 

“Then we oughta get your fuckin’ eyes checked.” You fold your arms across your chest, lips pressed into a thin, irritated line. Rhett sighs heavily through his nose, fingers flexing in his hat. 

“Look,” He grits out, “I’m…I shouldn’t’a come up like that, alright? I’m sorry. But, sweetpea, I—” He stops himself, crushing his hat in his hand. “I can’t pretend watchin’ that guy chattin’ you up didn’t eat me up inside.” 

You watch Rhett closely, your irritation beginning to give way to disbelief. You swallow thickly, shifting from foot to foot. 

“It’s got no reason to. It’s never bothered you before,” You argue.

“This is different.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I know what it’s like to have you now! All’a you!” Rhett snaps. Your mouth falls open in surprise, your eyes blinking slowly, as if you’ve just seen Rhett for the first time. He hisses a curse under his breath, turning away from you for a moment, his hands fisting on his hips. He shakes his head, turning a wary eye toward you.

“I know we said that we wouldn’t—make this weird, or whatever, but I can’t keep pretending that this hasn’t become more for me," He admits. "I think about you all the time. I miss you when you’re not with me, and the sight of someone else comin’ on to you—I wanted to light him up. I wanted to show him who you belonged to.” 

Your breath pushes out in a short, stunned huff as you realize you’ve been holding it. 

“Rhett,” You shake your head, scrubbing your hand across your face. “I can’t believe—Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“I didn’t know how to tell ya.” 

“So you did it like this?” 

You turn your head from him, drawing in a deep breath. You hear him taking slow steps closer, and feel the heat of him just before he rests his hands on the counter behind you. 

“If you don’t feel the same, I’ll respect it,” He murmurs, breath brushing his cheek. “I won’t take it back, but…I’ll never say another word about it.” 

“What if this ruins things between us? You’ve always been my safe place, Rhett, I can’t—I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you anymore.” 

“You’re always gonna have me, sweetpea. Always. No matter what your answer is, I’m not goin’ anywhere.” 

You turn your head, nudging your forehead against his, drawing in a deep breath to steady yourself as Rhett’s hand raises to rest on your lower back. He nudges the tip of his nose against your. 

“Tell me to fuck off, to get out,” He murmurs. “I’ll go.” 

“God damn you, Rhett Abbott.” 

You reach up, grasping his cheeks and drawing him in for a kiss. Rhett groans in relief against your lips, wrapping his other arm around your middle and tugging you into his chest. You whimper as he grasps the back of your thighs, easing you up onto the counter. You curl your arms around his shoulders, squeezing his sides with your knees as he catches your lips in another kiss. You can feel him smiling into your kiss before he leans away from you. 

“I didn’t make it too weird, did I?”

#Rhett Abbott x Reader #Rhett Abbott x You #Rhett Abbott/Reader #Rhett Abbott/You #Rhett Abbott fic #Rhett Abbott imagine #Don't Make it Weird

[yunjardi]

my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[click here for this series's masterlist, general warnings, and playlist]

[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], daddy kink, usage of the nickname whore & slut, reader goes to a sex club, sex with a stranger, unprotected sex, protected sex, lovemaking, oral, fingering, handjob, angst, alcohol (getting drunk), low self-esteem, light mentions of an emotionally abusive family, lots of plot]

previous chapters:

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

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chapter 5: distraction from the distraction

you were flopped down on your couch with the feeling of utter defeat when you heard a certain knock at your door; that knock being you and yeji's code-knock that you two made a long time ago for shits and giggles. you roll off the couch and go answer the door and yeji immediately butts into your house and puts the bags of snacks and alcohol on the counter next to perry's fishbowl.

"okay, now spill how your little date with jake went," yeji said, leaning against the counter and narrowing her eyes at you dramatically as you shoved snacks into your mouth, chewing and swallowing before you began to talk. "okay, i'll tell you... once i get a little bit of alcohol in my system," you sighed as you grabbed various cups and shot glasses out of your cupboard to fill with drinks that'll hopefully make you forget about how much of an idiot you are. you and yeji poured out a few drinks and you downed a few shots before talking.

"for the past however long jake has been in my life, time has flown by so fast to the point where i don't even feel like life is real. it's not that i don't like it, it's just that i've been prioritizing him over everything subconsciously. it's dumb and i shouldn't do it, but i feel like i can't stop myself. i'm always thinking of what i'm gonna do next time i see him instead of thinking about my priorities. shit, i almost completely forgot about that huge assignment that's worth 45% of our final semester grade, and you know i never forget about important stuff like that. i don't work long shifts at the bar as often anymore because i can't seem to stay there long enough without ditching to hang out with jake. i barely focus at school anymore and if i don't graduate because of this shit, you know what'll happen if my family finds out; you know that they'll trash me as if they paid for me to go to school. all the money i've saved up from working at the bar is wearing thin because i'm not there enough to keep earning my own money. i don't want to be 'reliant' on jake because if anyone in my family hears about it, they'll call me a gold digger and a whore; you and i both know that they'll do and/or say anything to put me down. i need to get my shit together, i need to stop this shit, i need to go back to my normal life," you said between tears and swigs of alcohol as yeji rubbed your back and tried her best to dry your river of tears that made your eye makeup run down your face, but you weren't done just yet.

"a-and it looks so fucking wrong from an outside perspective; a low class girl walking around with a rich guy, but it feels so blissful. he makes me feel so good, so why i feel so... guilty? he deserves so much better than a girl like me, but he treats me as if i'm everything to him. i want to leave him because i know that he's probably just lonely and doesn't truly want me, but i can't bring myself to ditch him like that; he makes me feel like i'm worth something after almost a whole life of feeling useless and worthless to myself and my family. am i using him? using him to make myself feel good, or do i actually- no- there's no way. i'm not even gonna say that word," you kept spilling your emotions to yeji even though you were already beginning to slur your words.

"i literally fucked him three times today alone-" "three?!" yeji cut you off in disbelief after staying silent the whole conversation. "yes, three whole times, and it felt so fucking good and intimate every time as if we have some kind of connection. fuck, i fucking hate this. i need to focus on something that isn't him; i need a distraction from my distraction," you rambled on and on while taking even more sips of alcohol, "yeji, i don't want to care about him the way that do. i don't want to be crushed and destroyed when he inevitably leaves me for someone better."

"y/n, don't say stuff like that. i know that you think that you aren't worthy enough, but i'm here to tell you that you're completely wrong; you're more than worthy of a fulfilling life whether it's with jake or without him. don't listen to those fuckwads of parents and siblings because they're fucking wrong. i know you, and i know that you're going to push through this situation, again, with jake or without him," yeji said reassuringly after taking a small sip of her less strong drink, "and for the record, i think that he feels the same way." she let out a small chuckle at her last statement.

just hearing yeji's reassuring words made you feel ten times better. "i'm sorry for just dumping all of this on you. you're the most amazing best friend a bitch like me could've ever asked for," you laughed through slurred words as you squeezed her tightly in your arms. "eww, don't be cheesy," yeji teased as she squeezed you back, "now, let's think of some distractions since that's what you want to do."

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not long after yeji's proposal to think of distractions you two, ironically, got distracted and started watching a movie which resulted in yeji falling asleep on the couch.

after the movie ended, you stumbled into your room and onto your bed only to hear your phone buzz which was odd considering how late it was. you reached over to grab your phone, and to your surprise, it was jake. speak of the devil. without a second thought, you opened up his messages.

'how counterproductive of you, y/n,' you thought to yourself with a sigh as you buried your face into your pillow that still had the lingering scent of jake's cologne. he was irresistible even when he wasn't around.

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you woke up with a pounding headache to the feeling of yeji gently shaking your shoulder as light beamed through the parts of the window that weren't draped in your blackout curtains.

"y/n," yeji said, dragging out the last syllable of your name, "you gotta wake up before your hangover gets worse. i'll make you tea and something to eat, and good god you need to go grocery shopping because your pantry and fridge are almost empty." you groaned and tossed in your bed, your body sore most likely from the three rounds of sex and your hangover on top of that. "give me a few minutes," you groaned, "ugh, i feel like puking my guts out." yeji chuckled and nudged your shoulder again. "that's because you got shitfaced last night. now, get out of bed and at least lay on the couch," she said as she tugged on your arm to sit you up even though you wanted to just flop back onto the mattress.

after yeji walked back into the kitchen area, you pushed yourself out of your bed and stumbled into the bathroom, your headache pounding to a point where you had to hold onto the counter for support while you brushed your teeth and washed your face. a sudden wave of nausea hit you, so you decided to sit on the bathroom floor with your head resting against the wall.

"yeji," you called out from the bathroom, "i feel disgusting." you heard her let out a snicker from the kitchen. "that's because you drank yourself stupid last night, y/n," yeji said sarcastically, "here, i'll come help you get up." once again, another moment where you realized that you have the most amazing best friend as she practically dragged you onto one of your dining chairs.

"here, eat. i gotta go soon, and i wanna make sure that you at least eat something before i go," she said as she pushed a bowl of ramyeon in your direction. you slowly began eating as yeji collected her things to get ready to head home.

"i'm gonna lay down," you said weakly as you left the bowl, still more than halfway full of ramyeon, on the table, "i'll be on the couch if you need me." yeji laughed as she picked up her backpack and swung it over her shoulder, looking back at you slumped over on the couch.

"hey," she said in a more serious tone, "sober up quickly. we have class and work tomorrow, so you gotta be able to focus." you were startled when she followed her sentence with a surprised yelp as she opened the front door to see someone with their hand out, about to knock on the now opened door. you let out a tired "huh?" as you felt the cold air coming into the house.

"hi... jake," yeji said awkwardly as the two stood on opposite sides of the doorway, "what brings you here so early?" she asked with genuine curiosity, your ears perking up immediately upon hearing his name.

"o-oh, i just wanted to come check on her because i hadn't heard from her since last night. i also have an odd suspicion that something's... wrong." he was right, there was something wrong. yeji sucked in a breath as she twisted her head slightly in your direction. "well..." she said with a light chuckled as she fully turned her head, jake peering into the house to see you flopped on the couch with a blanket barely covering your dead-looking body. once she noticed how alarmed he was, yeji opened the door wider to let him in.

"hey, baby, what's wrong? are you okay? are you sick?" jake asked in a concerned tone, letting more questions roll out of his mouth as he felt your forehead to check for a fever as if you were actually sick.

'baby,' you repeated in your head. your heart heated up at hearing his voice say that word to you. that wasn't the point, but you still managed to feel all warm and fuzzy at the nickname.

"she's fine, don't worry," yeji assured him, "she just has a bit of a hangover." she chucked nervously as jake rested his chin on the part of the sofa where your head was, observing your face as he sat on the cold floor. you wanted so badly to kiss him because of how close in proximity your face was to his, but you had to tell yourself no for the sake of trying to quit being emotionally attached to him.

"do you mind watching over her for a little while? i hate to ask such a favor from you but-"

"i'll do it. i'll stay by her side all day if i have to."

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you woke up on the couch to the sound of dishes clanking around in the sink, your body sore from the weird position you were pretzeled in while you were asleep. you sat up, rubbing your eyes to see jake standing in front of your sink washing all the cups and shot glasses you and yeji had used the night before. embarrassed, you called out to him softly.

"jaeyun-ah, what are you doing?" you asked quietly, sleep still plaguing your voice. you could practically feel him perk up at your voice and from you saying his real name, which you'd never done before. "just cleaning up some dishes that you had in the sink," jake said sweetly and nonchalantly as he turned his head to look at your embarrassed expression, chuckling at how cute you looked when you were half asleep, "relax, princess. i don't mind doing this stuff. go ahead and lay down." reluctantly, you followed his instructions and put your head back down on a decorative throw pillow that was on your couch, which you learned would be convenient for hangover driven couch naps.

soon, jake finished washing dishes in the kitchen and crouched down by the couch, his eyes glimmering as they looked into yours. "why are you looking at me like that?" you giggled as you covered your face with the blanket shyly. "because you're cute," he responded with a sweet smile, placing a gentle kiss on your head.

'shut up, shut up, shut up,' you thought to yourself as you tried to push away your romantic thoughts regarding jake. you wanted so badly to not be fazed by his words and actions, but it's as if he had you under some kind of spell.

"i wanna lay on my bed," you groaned quietly, your hangover making it hard to talk. "here," jake said, positioning his arms to carry you bridal style, "i don't want you to have to walk, so you get a free ride." he joked as you cozied yourself into his arms, jake lifting you effortlessly into your room and onto your bed which relieved the stiffness that your body felt from being on the couch for so long.

"now, as per protocol, i must lay next to you," jake said in a goofy manner as he slid underneath the covers to cozy himself into bed with you. "whose protocol?" you teased as you rolled you eyes playfully at his dumb joke. "dr. jake sim's protocol; he's a very esteemed doctor that you should trust," jake said between a few giggles as he playfully yet gently wrapped his arms around your waist, making you shift as you leaned toward him from the ticklish feeling.

it felt like the more you wanted to distance yourself from him, the closer you two got. every touch felt so loving and intimate, and it pained you to know that you had to let him go though he brought you so much joy. he deserves more than a lower-class girl, and you vowed not to get too comfortable but you feel like you're already are.

the feeling of his warm chest against your back brought you another level of safety and comfort. jake proceeded to snake his hands all over your body in a surprisingly nonsexual manner as you began to feel yourself drifting off to sleep again. in the midst of your body falling into a sleepy state, jake pressed kisses along your jawline and shoulder. "comfortable?" was the last thing you heard him say before you fully let sleep take over your body to which you think you responded verbally, but if you didn't, the fact that you'd fallen asleep was enough of an answer.

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you woke up with your head resting on jake's chest and the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair. "feeling better?" he asked once you opened your eyes. you let out a quiet hum in response as you rolled off of him to stretch your body out. "i think i'll feel even better after a shower," you said sleepily as you put your head down on a pillow.

"wanna save water?" jake asked with a smirk. "what are you suggesting, hm?" you said teasingly as you ran a finger down his jawline. "i'll show you if you let me," he said, looking into your eyes with lust.

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in what felt like milliseconds, your back was against the bathroom door as you and jake made out, the steam of the shower fogging up the bathroom mirror. between kisses, you two began to strip each other down, eventually making your way into the warm shower as jake adored your beautiful curves. to him, your body looked like a perfectly sculpted work of art.

the warm water ran down your bodies as jake began to trail his hands from your chest down to your ass, his breath hitching once you began to reciprocate; running your hands down his abs and down to his throbbing hard member, wrapping your hand around it and slowly beginning to stroke him.

"such a good girl for me. now let me show you what good girls get," jake breathed out, making you let go of his cock so he could put you in a position that gave him easy access to your wet pussy. he bent you over and you held onto the built-in towel rack that was on the wall of the shower. you arched your back, inviting him to please you as he teasingly slid his fingers up and down your slick entrance, wanting you to get needier for him.

"please?" you whined quietly as you turned to look at him with your sweet, innocent eyes, "i need to feel you." jake chuckled cockily as he put a finger into you, a wave of pleasure shooting through your body which prompted you to let out a moan. "such a sweet princess. you're so cute when you're needy," he teased as he slipped another finger in, pumping and curling them in and out of your sensitive entrance as you moaned out for him.

"n-need your cock so bad," you whimpered as he fingered you roughly, your wetness dripping down his fingers and your thighs. jake pulled his fingers out of you and planted a sensual kiss on your shoulder as he teased your entrance with his tip, making your legs lightly tremble in anticipation until he finally pushed himself inside you. he offered you his hand to hold, which you accepted, as he continued to inch himself into you, squeezing it while you adjusted to his size.

"my princess," jake whispered as he bottomed out, "so beautiful." he sensually kissed down your shoulders as he gently thrusted in and out of you, making you moan for him.

the lovemaking that you and jake did hit you in the heart in indescribable ways. yeah, the rough sex was incredibly hot, but there was something about the intimacy of lovemaking that made you think that you lov-

your thoughts were interrupted by a huge and intense wave of pleasure that hit your body which caused you to let out a loud moan as jake softly kneaded your ass. "god, jake," you gasped as you gently began to push your ass back at him, jake groaning at the sight and feeling of your ass bouncing against his hips, "feels s-so good."

"i know, princess, i know," jake whispered in your ear, strands of his wet blonde hair falling onto his forehead, "fuck, i'm not gonna last long. you feel so fucking good." the two of you were both in a state of euphoria as you felt the pleasure take over your bodies, jake cumming inside you not long after. you didn't know an action as simple as shower sex would be so erotically intimate.

after you two calmed down from your highs, you began to clean up, jake helping you wash your body and condition your hair. you did the same for him: reaching up to wash his shoulders as he jokingly lowered his head so you could reach it better when you began to shampoo his hair. you and jake shared laughs as you two helped each other clean up.

when things calmed down from being playful and silly, jake gently moved behind you, your back against his toned abs as he held you. the feeling of warm water running down both your bodies as you subconsciously began to shift side to side in unison was one of the most comforting feelings that you'd ever felt. jake rested his chin on your shoulder and gave you a gentle peck on the cheek, making your stomach flood with butterflies.

you wished that it was easier to run away from your feelings for jake, but no matter how much you wanted to deny it, he made you feel so special. the way he always looked out for you no matter the circumstance, the way he held you at night while you two drifted off to sleep, the way he cares about you; those were things that could never seem to make their way out of your mind.

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after getting dried off and settled down, you and jake decided to lay back down on your bed again the way you were before taking a shower.

"today's been so relaxing," jake hummed against your shoulder as he held you from behind. you nodded in response, lifting your head from your pillow to cozy yourself against his chest in a way that you could hear his heartbeat. you figured you'd enjoy the moment to its fullest since your plan to create distance between the two of you was delayed by his sudden arrival. it could be fate bringing the two of you closer, but you decided to brush off that cliché thought and do what you thought would be best for him. because after all, you were doing this for his sake, right? so he could have someone better.

"you know," jake started, "it's been awhile since i've been this carefree." your eyes widened in response. "really?" you asked with genuine curiosity. "mhm," jake nodded, "i don't know, there's just something about being with you that puts me at ease." you blushed because you knew you felt the same way, you just didn't want to admit that to him in fear that things might escalate and you'd get hurt when he inevitably left you for someone that's actually in his league.

"you're such a sweetheart, jake, you know that, right?" you smiled as you reached your hand up to cup his cheek, physically feeling his smile which drove you crazy. "don't make me shy," he whined playfully as his face turned warm to the touch, "that's my job." your eyes widened at his statement, now knowing that he's fully aware of his affect on you. though oddly enough, your new knowledge of him knowing how he makes you feel gives you a bit of hope knowing that he's probably just trying to make you feel good and doesn't actually feel anything romantic between the two of you. sort of a win-lose situation for you though considering that you kinda have a thing for him.

"shush!" you said playfully, followed by a kiss on the lips from jake. "the only way i'll shut up is if i'm kissing you, so..." he said teasingly before littering your face and lips with kisses. your heart was racing miles as you began to reciprocate; giving him kisses as well until you found yourself straddling him, gently pinning him down by his shoulders in a playful manner and continuing your little 'kissing battle' with him.

though the situation began as wholesome and lovey, things took a 180 when you jake began to snake his hands all over your body, slowly riling you up until you were undeniably horny for him for the second time in the same day. you two just couldn't seem to take your hands off of each other sexually and non-sexually. his hands finally found their way into your panties once you two got lost in a make out session, his fingers alternating between toying with the waistband and rubbing your pussy through the wet fabric.

"daddy, please?" you looked up at him in a begging manner, desperate for him to please you again. he placed another kiss on your lips before hooking his fingers onto the waistband of your panties and slowly pulling them down. "i could never say no to you, my princess," he said seductively as he placed gentle pecks on your neck while massaging your clit, waves of pleasure forming in your stomach as you let out quiet moans.

jake wasted no time pushing two fingers inside you, still giving you a little bit of time to adjust before pumping them in and out of you. your eyes rolled back as you moaned out for him, inflating jake's ego which made him work harder to please you. "f-feels good," you whimpered, you and jake maintaining eye contact as he picked up his pace. you pushed your hips against his fingers, wanting more, which gave jake the green light to go faster.

you bit your lip and whined, feeling your walls pulse as you listened to the sound of your wetness against jake's long fingers. "gonna cum, princess?" jake taunted teasingly as he began to rub your clit with his thumb, "be a good girl and cum for me." you nodded your head and let out loud moans as jake curled his fingers against your sweet spot, "i-i wanna be a good girl for daddy." jake smirked then gave you a kiss as you let yourself unravel, moaning against his beautiful plump lips.

"fuck, i'm not done with you," jake mumbled against your neck as he pulled his fingers out of you and lowered himself down to your now sore entrance, latching his lips onto your warmth, cleaning your up. you moaned at the overstimulation as you tangled your fingers in his hair, slightly pulling it. you let him take control of your body while you laid back and enjoyed the pleasure, letting jake play with you however he wanted.

when he finished, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, which was sexy for some reason, then casually went back to cuddling you. "can i sleep over?" jake asked cutely as he put his face in the crook of your neck. you sighed internally knowing that you had to tell him no.

"i have a super busy today tomorrow, jake, and i don't wanna trouble you with that since i'll be waking up early for school. plus, i have a long shift at work after school," you sighed as you looked into his puppy-dog eyes. a big part of you really wanted to let him stay, but you knew that you had to stand your ground. jake fake pouted as he put his face back in the crook of your neck, clinging onto you like a koala and not wanting to separate himself from you.

"i don't wanna go," jake whined, "i'm gonna miss you again tonight." you sighed internally as you played with his hair. "i know, jakey, i'm gonna miss you too," you responded honestly, jake still not letting go of you, "i'll go see you whenever i can, just not tomorrow because of how busy i'll be although i wish i could." he gave you a kiss in understanding but was visibly gloomy about not being able to see you.

it only gets harder to distance yourself from him because he doesn't seem to want to be separated from you either. you let out the nth internal sigh of the day as you let jake hold you close to his chest, gaining comfort from the feeling though it was wrong. so, so wrong.

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waking up for the second morning in a row without jake by your side made you feel a bit empty, but you were adamant in telling yourself to get used to living without him. it's not like he's been around you your whole life, so all you had to do was live the way you did before you met him, though that was easier said than done.

even getting dressed to go to university without him felt weird for some reason; maybe it was because all the new clothes that you got lately were all bought by jake, but still, it felt odd regardless.

walking out your door and into the cold autumn air only made you wish that jake was there even more. walking with you with his hand in yours, making you feel warm as you walked to the underground train station.

as soon as you took your seat on the train, you put your earphones in to listen to music, hoping to make yourself feel calm before class.

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"y/n! i feel like i haven't seen you in forever!" jeongin said with a huge smile plastered on his face as you two hugged each other. you giggled at his cute smile after you two separated from each other's embrace. "yeah i know, right?" you agreed as you took a seat next to him, "we should hang out again." you suggested. after all, you enjoyed it last time, and plus, it would help you get away from jake. "i'd love that," jeongin smiled, "just give me a time and place and i'll be there." you nodded in response as you spotted yeji coming into the lecture hall. you motioned for her to come sit by you and jeongin, and she happily trotted over to the two of you.

"sorry i'm later than usual today," yeji chuckled as she placed her backpack down by her seat, "i slept in longer than i thought i would. but anyway, i'm glad to see that you sobered up well, y/n." yeji joked as you widened your eyes in embarrassment. "hangover?" jeongin asked with a giggle as you nodded mildly shamefully in response, "aww, well, i'm glad you're okay now."

jeongin was such a sweet guy, and you were genuinely looking forward to hanging out with him, but you couldn't help but feel a pinch of guilt because you didn't want it to seem like you were just using him as some sort of distraction from jake. though hanging out with him would certainly help with that, it wasn't your motive.

within a few minutes, the lecture began and you, yeji, and jeongin began to take notes between the professor's blabbering about whatever he felt like talking about that didn't relate to the lesson at all. 'just two more months,' you kept repeating to yourself in order to keep your sanity as you tried desperately not to lose interest in what your professor was going on a tangent about. you knew it was bad when even jeongin, an extremely dedicated student, was dozing off during the lecture. yeji, on the other hand, was shamelessly slouching in her seat with her chin in the palm of her hand and her eyes closed, leaving her pink pen uncapped and notes half written.

though you were upset to admit it, you zoned out during the lecture and only gained your focus back when the class ended. you shook yeji roughly by her shoulder to wake her but gently rubbed jeongin's shoulder to make sure he was awake. to be fair, yeji was a heavy sleeper and your best friend which meant you naturally loved messing with her.

"c'mon guy, the lecture is over now, you can go home and sleep," you chuckled as they both groaned and lifted their heads off the table. yeji was lucky she had the night shift at work because that meant she could at least get some rest before going into work, but you on the other hand had work almost immediately after class, so after waving goodbye to yeji and jeongin, you dashed out of the lecture hall to get ready for work.

upon arriving outside the bar, you took a deep breath before walking in and proceeded to open the doors with confidence. it feels like forever since you've worn your work outfit, and you forgot how much confidence it gave you; it made you feel kinda... sexy? then, after waving at your coworkers and saying your hellos, you headed to your side of the bar to begin working your 8 hour shift.

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work started off the same as usual: mixing cocktails, serving rounds of shots, chatting with customers, but then you noticed a group of 4 girls that were congregating around your side of the bar and making a bit of a ruckus and looking all around the area, so naturally you went over to them to ask if anything was wrong.

"hey, is there anything i can get for you guys? any drinks, snacks?" you asked politely to hide your annoyance. "oh, we're just waiting here to see if someone comes in," one of the girls said nonchalantly. "oh, well, do you mind taking a seat while you do so? we don't want the other guests to think there's something going on," you said in a stern yet still hospitable tone.

"oh yeah, sorry about that," the girl spoke again as she and her friends took seats at your bar, "...so, do you happen to know a sim jaeyun, or sorry, some people just know him as jake?" she asked somewhat mockingly when she referred to him as just 'jake.' you decided to play around with this unexpected question.

"why do you ask?" you said with fake curiosity sprinkled in your voice, "i'm not really fond of guest's names." she perked up and looked at her friends before starting. "he's the hottest chaebol around right now, like, it's crazy that he's super hot and super rich. he's been spotted around here a few times, but there's also been rumors of him being spotted with an unrecognizable girl who is definitely not part of the business world. people who've spotted him around with this poor chick haven't been able to get a clear shot of them, so we could never see her face or anything. he should be with someone who's in the upper class like he is, so whoever that girl is should back off before she embarrasses herself, right?"

saying that your heart dropped would be the biggest understatement in the world. is that really what other rich people thought of you? a 'poor chick' that's an embarrassment to jake's existence? you wanted to run away and bawl your eyes out, but you stomached all of this information and responded.

"o-oh wow, i never knew about all that. maybe i should keep up with stuff like that, huh?" you replied as you pretended to dry off wine glasses, trying to sound as nonchalant and unfazed as possible even though you wanted to roll yourself into a ball and never be seen again.

"it's dumb that whoever that girl is thinks that jake "loves her" or something. she looks like a charity case!" she laughed along with her friends. "w-wow, is it really that bad?" you asked, trying with all your might not to let tears stream down your face, "is that really what she seems like?" one of the other girls nodded. "yeah, it's kinda depressing to look at." all of the girls chimed in with various 'yeahs' and other agreements.

'depressing, huh?' you thought to yourself as you played with one of the heart-shaped diamonds on your bracelet. it was getting increasingly difficult to not bawl your eyes out in embarrassment the longer you were standing in front of these girls who basically thought you were a joke.

"well, i hope he shows up," you fake smiled, "my shift is about to end, so would you guys like anything before i head out?" you asked although you didn't want to serve these girls who all agreed that you were a charity case that jake didn't give a shit about. "hmmm... we'll buy have some strawberry soju," she said as she looked behind you and at the alcohol bottles that were on display. you nodded and turned around to pour a round of shots for them, leaving soon after serving them.

you left out the back door and into the cool autumn air, finally letting your tears pour down your face as you walked down the dark streets that were only lit up by streetlights. you thought about just going home to hide from the world, but then you had an idea; a cheap and mildly pathetic way to forget this shit temporarily.

a sex club

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you stared at the entrance of this random sex club before just saying 'fuck it' and going in.

you were greeted by some surprisingly attractive people who were all there for one thing: sex. you must've come on a good day because there were a lot of amazingly handsome men that you wouldn't mind getting with, but there was one guy in particular that you were making eye contact with. he was tall, had sexy, toned biceps, and beautiful hands that you thought would look delightful all over your body. his sharp eyes seemed to pierce through you as he looked you up and down before finally approaching the red couch you were seated on.

"we're both here for the same reason, so do we even need an introduction?" he smirked, radiating the sexiest confidence that you'd ever seen. "sexy and confident? i like you already," you flirted back, standing up and running your hands seductively down his chest and scanning his face. you looked at the beauty mark on the side of his nose, not being able to take your eyes off of his pretty face. "let's not waste anymore time. rent a room and i'll show you a good time." and at that, he went over to the front desk to request a private room for the two of you.

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"shit," he hissed at the feeling of your tongue against his member, "beautiful and skilled with her tongue. i hit the jackpot with you." he kept running his fingers through your hair as you sat between his legs, sucking his cock as he praised you for being talented with your tongue.

eventually, you ended up sitting on his lap, straddling him as you let him leave kisses on your neck and the exposed skin of your chest. "fuck," you muttered as he rubbed your clit with his pretty fingers, "put your cock in me." you begged quietly which boosted his ego. smirking, he rolled a condom onto his length and positioned himself right outside your entrance, slowly pushing himself in which only made you needier as he bottomed out.

he roughly thrusted in and out of you, making your back arch off the bed that you two were fucking on. "you feel so fucking good," he groaned out as you moaned out for him with teary eyes from the pleasure, "now put your ass up and face down." he commanded as he pulled out of you, your arousal covering the condom. you positioned yourself exactly how he asked you to and he soon put his cock back inside you, beginning to fuck you like there's no tomorrow as you gripped the sheets of the rental room's bed and rubbed your clit for more stimulation.

"so needy, aren't you?" he said as he landed a harsh slap on your thigh, "you wanna cum so bad, don't you?" you slowly nodded your head up and down, "p-please?" you whimpered, practically begging him to fuck you until you cry "i wanna cum s-so bad." he let out a light and sexy chuckle as he kneaded your ass. "what a whore," he said sternly followed by a spank, "get on top and ride me. show me how much you really want it."

you happily obliged and straddled him, sinking down on his hard on and moaning at the feeling of him touching your sweet spot once he was completely inside you. you began to rock your hips against his, using one arm to hold onto his shoulder for support and the other to play with your clit as you rode him. he threw his head back in pleasure as you scanned his handsome face again; that beautiful mole on the side of his nose bridge was oddly charming to look at while you were fucking him.

you were surprised how easily he made you cum, and you were starting to think half of the reason you came so fast was being extremely attracted to looking at his face while bouncing on his cock. "work for another one, slut," he commanded as you began to slow down. you whined at his request but still obliged for the sake of your pleasure. the room was filled with moans once more as you chased another orgasm, again finishing faster than you thought as you felt him release into the condom with a low groan escaping his lips.

the two of you laid down on your backs on the bed for a bit to catch your breath before you began gathering your clothes and putting them on, feeling mildly ashamed for what you just did. "already in a rush?" he joked with a chuckle to which you just laughed in response while putting on your clothes, not wanting to look back at him due to the tears that were threatening to escape your eyes.

sex with this guy was fun but at the same time, it wasn't. it felt amazing, yes, but it didn't feel the same way as when you and jake did it; there was just something missing. the sex felt good, so why did you feel so guilty? guilty as if you betrayed jake or something. he isn't even your boyfriend, so why were you so worried about it?

"i just have homework to do tonight," you said with a light chuckle, still not looking back at him because your eyes were beginning to become teary, "thanks for the fun." you joked in attempt to hide your cracking voice. "wait, i didn't get your name. mine is-"

you cut him off by gently shutting the door and speed-walking out of the sex club in tears. you phoned a taxi to pick you up at the end of the street because you didn't want to have to explain why you were at a sex club in the first place. you tried to calm down in the meantime before your ride showed up, the cold air helping dry your tears as you patted your eyes with your sleeve as well. not long after, the taxi driver pulled up to the street sign and let you inside.

"so, where to?"

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"here? a-are you sure?" the taxi driver questioned as she pulled up outside your destination, looking around the area. "yeah, this is it," you said sheepishly, still holding in a waterfall of tears, "thank you so much." you bowed upon exiting her passenger's seat after paying.

then came the walk up the long entrance and driveway, though you managed to make it to the front door without crying. it was when you rang the doorbell that the tears began to leak out of the corners of your eyes. the house was dark and after awhile, you began to think he wasn't home. but suddenly, the light outside the door flicked on and you heard the door unlock.

tears. so many tears streamed down from your eyes. you just couldn't stop, not even when you looked up to see him.

"hey now, don't cry. what's wrong, baby? did anyone hurt you?" jake asked with shock and surprise upon just waking up, feeling your body for any injuries after letting go from your embrace. you couldn't even form a sentence from how much you were bawling your eyes out; you just kept crying as if you were alone in your room. jake gently brought you inside to sit you down on the couch and warm up as he held you close, your tears wetting his shirt.

all the tears you'd been holding in the entire day uncontrollably poured out as jake held onto you, intertwining his fingers with yours and gently kissing the top of your head while you cried, silently letting you know that he wasn't going to leave you in a state of distress.

"shhh, it's gonna be okay, princess," jake reassured you as cupped your face he wiped your tears with his thumbs, "do you want to talk about it? it's completely okay if you don't want to." you sniffled and looked into his eyes. "i just can't stop crying and

n-need you to hold me," you said shyly with a hint of defeat between sniffles as jake rested his chin on your shoulder. "always, princess. here, let's go to my room and get some rest, you can wear my clothes to sleep, yeah?" you nodded as you hopped off of jake's lap, taking his hand as he walked you to his bedroom.

he carefully helped you change into one of his shirts as if you were as physically fragile as your emotional state, but it was genuinely sweet nonetheless. jake even went to the kitchen to get you a glass of water to put on your bedside table just the way you liked it. he knew you better than you wanted him to.

your plan was to get away from jake, but here you were, letting jake give you butterfly kisses on you face, neck, and shoulders until you fell asleep in his arms.

your heart just had to accept that you can't resist jake sim no matter how hard you tried.

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[bleach-your-panties]

⚡mind (and body) fuck 🛸- d.kaminari x fem reader x h.shinsou

⇰n/sfw 18+. mdni. MAJOR dark content warning.

⇰written for @bastardblvd's house of slimy horrors halloween collab.

⇰warnings: gullible reader, mentally ill reader, drug use (weed), electrostimulation, hypnosis, alien abduction, NON-CON, body horror, tummy bulge, use of surgical instruments, instrument insertion, egg retrieval, time-traveling (between present day and 1970's), alternate timelines, trippy shit, misogyny, sexism, sleazy men talk, threesome ig, excessive cursing, slimeball!denki being himself and slimeball!fake!landlord hitoshi, who claims he's a licensed hypnotist. this is degenerate, psychological filth; who wrote this?

⇰(i got the title idea from shinsou's hero name. i think it's mindbreak, but i always say mindfuck lol.)

🛸inspired by the movie fire in the sky and betty and barney hill's accounts of their alien abduction in 1961.

🛸banner images from pinterest/pic collage

🛸banner/animated divider made by me with canva/pic collage.

🛸halloween divider by @/firefly-graphics

🛸4.8k words

▶️: e. t (remix). - katy perry ft. kanye west

▶️: phone home - lil wayne

"You sure you don't want another hit, pretty?" Denki turned his head to ask you as he held the lit blunt, which was quickly becoming a roach, between his long fingers.

Hitoshi, who was sitting to your left, made a small sound of amusement.

"I think she's had enough. Just look at her fucking face."

You're Denki's new neighbor, having just moved down the hall into apartment 3E. After finally securing a day off from work, he decided to do the neighborly thing and invite you over. To get to know you better.

He met you as he was preparing to leave for work one morning.

You looked so lost and gullible, easy prey for him, but if he hadn't have left then, Katsuki would have most certainly put his ass on bathroom duty for being late. 

He'd have to put his quest of getting to know you on the back burner until he had more time.

And now, the day has finally come.

He wasn't very impressed when Hitoshi insisted on coming over the same day to 'work on some maintenance issues'.

Hitoshi is a bastard, a smooth bastard, that always seems to be in competition with him when it comes to nagging hot, unsuspecting chicks and taking them home, filling them up with weed, alcohol, and dick, then giving them the boot.

They even have a scoreboard, and Denki is currently just one point behind Hitoshi right now. Just one measly point.

And Denki planned to use little ole, naive you to even the score.

"What even is in that shit? It smells horrible." The violet-haired man waved his hand in front of his face to waft the weed smoke away from his "delicate" nose.

"You know, I've never seen someone who smokes cigarettes be so sensitive about a little weed. Pussy."

"Pussy? Oh, so now we're name-calling then? If I'm such a pussy, then how come I'm ahead of you right now on the board?"

He pointed a long, black-polished fingertip at the board situated across the room in plain sight. 

The girls that Denki brought back here either had to be dumb, lonely, desperate, or a sad mixture of all three. Not to mention the ones with daddy issues.

“Because you use fake status and promises of discounted rent to get pussy, while I, on the other hand, use my charm and good looks. Not to mention I actually know how to fuck.” Denki smirked and crossed his long arms over his chest.

Hitoshi just snorted and Denki knew that he had won that argument.

A soft moan and a feminine hand on his jean-clad thigh made Denki jump in surprise.

"Shit, I almost forgot you were here, baby girl. Scared the fuck out of me." Denki cooed at you and then snickered.

A steaming hot box of pizza was open on the small coffee table in front of you, along with opened cans of beer and soda.

"You still didn't answer my question, pisshead. What is in that weed and why does it stink so fucking badly?" 

Denki leaned forward to grab a slice of pizza out of the box: Hawaiian-style pizza.

"It's called Pineapple Express." 

 "Oh you just fucking made that up."

"I swear I didn't, but okay." Denki reached across your lap to ash the roach. Your small hand shakily reached out, grabbed his wrist, and rubbed it all the way down to the crease of his elbow, meeting the flannel of his rolled-up shirt.

“What’s wrong, baby? Are you tired?” Denki asked you in a thick, honey-laden voice.

What he doesn't know, though, is that he's given you a dangerous mixture. 

A toxin that would soon have you spouting fairytales and complete nonsense.

You looked up at the zig-zag blonde confused, as if you were really seeing him for the first time. 

"Wait, where am I? W-what…what year is it?"

Shinsou raised an eyebrow and shot Denki a concerned look. 

"You're in my apartment, babe, and the year is 2023." Denki answered without missing a beat.

You were clutching his arm now in a panicked state.

"N-no, that can't be right. The last thing that I remember was walking home and then there was this bright, green light and…"

Both males leaned into you mechanically, them wanting to give you their full attention as well as them being eager to hear what you have to say.

"It was like a fire in the sky; at first it was merely a spark against the soot of the night, when all of a sudden, it was surrounding me, a blazing hot inferno, as if I had stepped onto the Sun's surface." You explained with a shakiness to your voice.

"If you even attempted to touch the Sun, you'd vaporize before you could even reach the surface." Shinsou retorted smartly.

Denki seemed perturbed by the story that you're currently spouting, but he also couldn't deny that it had sparked his interest. 

"Leave it to Denki to bring home a crazy bitch and try to fuck…" Shinsou mumbled and reached into his jeans pocket for a Marlboro Menthol Black cigarette.

Said blonde swatted at Shinsou, a silent message for the lavender-haired man to shut the fuck up lest he scare away the barista's latest conquest.

"Hmm, what are you babbling about, sugar tits? There's no such thing as aliens and time travelers." He chuckled gleefully and cradled you closer to him.

How cute and funny you are.

His dick began to stir in his jeans from having you lie against him like this. Your tits spilled over the neckline of your top and brushed his chest.

Shinsou rolled his periwinkle eyes as he continued to smoke his cigarette and watch the wispy smoke curl up into the air. The minty, smoky odor mixed with the fruity one of Denki’s weed.

Those eyes then moved to the floor where your open purse was sitting by his feet. Inside, he could see a couple of pill bottles peeking out.

While you were busy whining to Denki about how you’d supposedly been abducted by aliens in your past life, Shinsou leaned down and scooped the three bottles up to read their white labels.

‘Haloperidol, chlorpromazine, and trifluoperazine. Antipsychotics?’

He rolled the bottles over in his hand then shot another look over to Denki, who seemed to have forgotten that Shinsou was even there.

The blonde's nimble fingers splayed across your back while his other hand rubbed up and down your shoulder.

Your breathing quickened and Denki took that as your arousal coming out, but your chest was constricting; you felt like you might be having a panic attack.

Shinsou stood up off the couch and moved Denki's hand off of your shoulder. Honey snapped up to meet periwinkle.

"What the fuck, dude?" 

The pill bottles shook in his face, making Denki squint as he tried to read the small black writing.

"What is this?"

"Antipsychotic medication! This chick is seriously screwed up! You shouldn't have given her that weed; it's likely the only reason she's falling all over you right now!"

Denki scoffed and rolled his eyes. In his mind, Shinsou is just envious that Denki got to you first, and the lavender-haired man was afraid for Denki to take the lead over him.

"Now when it's my chance to finally get ahead, you want to be a man of morals? Spare me the bullshit, please."

"Forget about the fucking board for a minute! You-"

Denki swiped the bottles out of Shinsou's hand and brought them in front of your face. His free hand moved from your back to your belly and down into the waistband of your skirt.

"Did you remember to take your medicine today, huh, pretty?" He asked with a teasing lilt in his voice. This revelation doesn't change anything for him; he's still hard and still wants to fuck you.

Your eyes refocus on him, only slightly, and you give a faraway nod.

"I did…I think.." 

He leaned forward to set the pill bottles on the coffee table. "Good girl…" He purred like a fat cat with a bowl full of fresh tuna.

Denki grabbed your exposed thigh and used it to pull your leg across his waist. Shinsou didn't miss how your cunt gripped the chartreuse lace of your panties as Denki exposed you to his sunken eyes. He bit his lip.

"You're really going to fuck her while she's like this?" His voice was thick with apprehension. 

Denki didn't falter; he even smirked.

"Sure am...not like I haven't done it before. You got a problem, you can leave. There's the door." He nodded his head behind him to the metal door that leads into the hallway.

Shinsou's jaw clenched; his pride wouldn't let him be outdone by a dumbass like Denki. Not by a long shot. 

Shinsou had to think of a plan and think of one fast before Denki would have your spaced-out ass bouncing on his dick in this very living room. 

"Hey…I've got an idea. If she claims she was abducted by aliens, I'll hypnotize her. That way, we'll know if she's really telling the truth or if she's just a nut."

Denki laughed at the double entendre. "She is just a nut, but I'm interested now. Do you really know how to hypnotize someone?" He asked, looking at Shinsou while standing up from the couch.

"Of course, I'm a licensed hypnotist." Shinsou lied, trying to save face. 

Denki positioned you in a supine position and crossed your arms over your chest.

"I'm going to hypnotize her, not put her in a fucking tomb." Shinsou rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. Just do it, before I get bored. Also, if you think you're going to trick me into giving her up, you've got another thing coming." Denki snapped.

His tone grew darker, possessive. He settled his long limbs onto the coffee table and pushed the cans and pizza boxes off to the side.

"Shut the fuck up." Shinsou mumbled. He walked over to the arm of the couch where your head is situated and stood over you.

Smoke-scented fingers caressed your cheek and jaw. You looked up into Shinsou's eyes and they turned dark like cold, jagged amethysts.

"I need you to relax for me, kitten. Breathe slow and easy, don't force them out. Just let them come slow and easy, just like that. Good girl." 

His hand moved to stroke your hair and your squinted eyes shut completely.

"Keep breathing and slowly begin to count backwards from fifty. Come on, do it for me, baby. I know you can." 

Denki's golden eyes watched with intent and arousal; watching you submit to Shinsou's whim so easily was making him even harder than he was previously.

"50…49…48…47…46…"

Your arms slumped by your sides as you drifted off. 

—--

1976

—--

The crickets' songs were melodious in your ears as you walked through your darkened college campus to get back to your dormitory.

The women's dorms were situated far from the main campus and the only way to get there was through a thick, wooded area.

"Silly me for not watching the time and ending up kicked out on my ass at 8pm at night. So not groovy." You chuckled.

Your platform sandals thumped against the ground, the material of your flared pants swishing over them with every calculated step that you took.

It was a bit of a chilly night, not unusual for your hometown, but tonight oddly seemed much colder.

The breeze ruffled your clothes and you looked up into the obsidian night sky. The moon was high and the stars swirled behind the dark gray clouds like a vortex, waiting to swallow up the wispy bits of condensation. 

"How beautiful…"

Suddenly, one of those stars began growing larger and larger. It seemed to be moving towards the Earth; a comet maybe?

No.

It's much bigger and much wider than a comet would be and it's…spinning.

Hot.

The heat was all around you at once and you were trapped. A mechanical whirring sound reverberated in your ears and drummed against your brain. 

Bright, green light emanated from the flying disk as it landed amongst the trees, crushing many of them under its massive weight. 

The sound of multiple tree trunks cracking and bending under it sounded like multiple whips cracking against flesh and the sound made you wince. You dropped your books and covered your ears. 

"What…this can't be happening right now…"

You whispered softly and clenched your eyes shut. The biting cold was now no match for the heat that had engulfed your entire being. 

You fainted.

—--

We are not the same. I am a Martian..

We are not the same. I am a Martian..

(Greetings from Planet Weezy,

We will begin transmission in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…)

Phone home! (Weezy)

Phone home! (Weezy)

Phone home! (Weezy)

Phone home! (Weezy)

And if you feel like you're the best go 'head and do the Weezy-wee and

Phone home! (Weezy)

Phone home! (Weezy)

—-

You awoke sometime later in a cold room with steel walls.

"What happened to me..I..what the hell?"

You tried to move your arms, but they were strapped down on either side of your head with thick leather straps.

"What the fuck?! Let me go! Let me out of here! Anybody! Somebody - help me!"

All of your racket must have alerted whoever else was on the ship with you, because the metal door opened, lifting up from the floor slowly.

Purple smoke filtered under the door and two white-robed figures walked in.

You looked at them and they looked back at you. Then they looked at each other and began speaking in a language that your puny human brain couldn't even begin to comprehend.

The two of them looked like regular humans, but you knew that they were anything but.

The shorter one of the two, a blonde with a black zig-zag stripe through one side of his hair, focused on you. 

He was wearing blue visor-like eyewear that shielded his honey-colored eyes from your vision. The man began to approach your bedside and only upon closer inspection did you realize that he was carrying a metal try with various surgical tools on it.

While the blonde situated himself on a stool beside your bed, the other, a much taller man with wild purple hair, matching eyes, and a black mouthpiece concealing the lower portion of his face sat down at the foot of your bed…table…examination table.

He said something else to the blonde, who nodded without looking up from the laptop that he was now typing on.

He moved a slim finger to press something on the screen - you couldn't read the text, it must be in whatever language they were speaking - and you noticed that his skin was a sickly-looking pale green color and his fingers ended in very sharp black talons.

Definitely not human.

—-

We are not the same, I am a Martian

And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas

Lock, load, ready to aim at any target 

I could get your brains for a bargain like I bought it from Target 

—-

The purple-haired one seemed content with just watching you, but he began twisting the knobs on the sides of his mouthpiece.

Greetings, human.

The sound rang inside your head like a bell. It didn't seem to have come from his mouth, but since you couldn't see his lips, you really didn't know. 

"I-I…what do you plan to do with me? Please, just let me go home…!"

You pleaded to him, but your cries didn't seem to really affect him. He just continued staring at you, as if you were an insect under a microscope..

An insect that he could easily overpower and crush if you even tried to defy him or his partner. 

We plan to cause you no harm, if and only if you obey us and let us perform some examinations on you…

"W-What kind of examinations?"

The blonde, now finished with his computer work, rose from the stool and grabbed the metal tray.

He joined the purple one at the foot of your bed, having pulled the stool with him to sit back down on.

The purple one said no more, but the blonde reached for your feet and placed them into stirrups at the bottom of the bed.

This setup is one that you're quite familiar with…is he planning to… give you a feminine wellness exam?

Your thoughts on that were quickly diverted once you saw the tools that the blonde had actually picked up.

He wore thick blue gloves made of, what you assumed might be latex, but it had to be stronger or his claws would've ripped right through them.

"No…no no no no…please!" You pleaded, thrashing against the table widely.

In one hand he held what looked like a transvaginal ultrasound probe but on a much larger scale then what you'd find in any doctor's office on Earth.

The blonde spoke again to his companion, his tone coming across as annoyed. 

The purple-haired man slowly rose from his seat and walked over to you.

He placed his large hand atop your sweaty hair and began to gently stroke it in an effort to calm you down.

Hush now, if you don't lie still I'm going to have to sedate you.

Why couldn't you have just done that in the first damn place!?

You wanted to argue back, but thought it less than wise to do so.

The blonde continued on since you seemed to be distracted now. Deciding to not look at whatever he was about to do to you, you focused your attention on the purple-haired man.

He looked into your eyes and his own wrinkled at the corners, like he might be smiling at you. His sharp nails lightly skimmed over your scalp creating a tingling sensation.

Very good, pet. You're doing so well…

He reached behind his head and began to undo the contraption over his mouth.

The last thing that you saw was a wide mouth full of rows of razor-sharp teeth and a long, purple reptilian tongue.

—

We are not the same, I am an alien

Like Gonzales, young college 

Student, who done just flipped the game like Houston

I'm use to Promethazine and two cups, I'm screwed up

And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up

Flow so sick, make you wanna throw your food up

—-

The blonde man pushed the large instrument inside of you and watched from a screen situated above your bed to make sure that he was maneuvering it correctly. 

The large instrument stretched the skin of your stomach so lewdly and the purple-haired man watched it maneuver inside of you, intrigued.

Then, with a very long and very thin needle, the blonde penetrated your belly in order to get to your ovaries and retrieve some eggs.

When he finished, he removed his gloves and washed his hands in a wide, oval-shaped sink made of what looked like pure white marble.  

Your face was covered in sweat and you were breathing heavily, but both men were cooing over you now, stroking your arms and legs while speaking in their strange language.

You didn't exactly remember it, but you somehow ended up back in the forest where you started.

Five days later.

Your roommate, teachers, colleagues, and parents were all worried sick about you, and finally, you were found on the fifth day, curled up in a ball in the middle of the forest.

They were scared that you might have been drugged and assaulted or worse, had a delusional episode and had wandered off by yourself and gotten lost in the forest.

You had no clothes on when they found you; the only thing covering you was a thin blanket made of a shimmery-metallic colored fabric.

The story became a big sensation in your town, but many were skeptical of you because of your schizophrenia.

You went on to finish college and live a pretty successful life, but that one night all those years ago still haunted you..

—-

I never had life and I never had fear

I rap like I done died and gone to heaven I swear

And yeah I'mma bear, like black and white hair, so I'm polar

And they can't get on my system cause my system is the Solar

I am so far from the othars, I meant others

I just eat them for supper, get in my spaceship and hover, hover

—-

Present Day, 2023

—-

"Damn, it really worked…" Denki said in awe as his eyes raked over your still body. "Isn't she supposed to like, talk, though? She hasn't said a word."

Currently, you haven't really said anything or moved much. Shinsou really had no idea what the hell he was doing, but he knew that he hadn't killed you, so all wasn't lost.

"She's so cute, I could give a damn about her stupid alien story." Denki got up from the coffee table and began unbuckling his jeans. 

"Whoa, you're really going to fuck an unconscious girl?" Shinsou asked, a bit taken aback.

The blonde scoffed, "Please, cut the nice guy act, will you? It really doesn't suit you. Besides, I saw her first, so I'm going to fuck her." He shrugged, uncaring. 

"Wait, stop. She just moved. She can probably hear us." Shinsou looked at your face, and sure enough your lips were moving and you were mumbling something.

"Please stop…hurts…let me go…help...someone…" Tumbled out of your Chapstick-coated lips.

"She's probably talking to the aliens, so she's not unconscious." Denki snickered. He elbowed Shinsou out of the way and straddled your legs over the couch. A zipper came down and he was now palming his hard cock in one hand while the other reached to pull your top down.

His hand then slapped your face and you jolted, but didn't open your eyes.

"With that weed, her psycho meds, and whatever the hell you just did, we just made her into the perfect little fuck doll for us to enjoy."

"Us? This is crazy…I can't…" Shinsou cut himself off as he looked at the board again.

If he didn't do this, he would be behind Denki.

He would lose to Denki.

He couldn't let that happen.

"Either we fuck her together or no one does and the board remains as is. So what'll it be, Hitoshi?"

—-

I got a dirty mind

I got filthy ways

I'm tryna bathe my ape (ape) in your Milky Way (Way)

I'm a legend, I'm irreverent, I be reverend

I'll be so far u-u-u-p

We don't give a f-u-u-uck

Welcome to the danger zone, step into the fantasy 

You are not invited to the other side of sanity

They calling me an alien, a big-headed astronaut

Maybe it's because ya boy Yeezy get ass a lot

—-

Shinsou situated himself back at the edge of the couch where your head was.

He pulled his own zipper down and let his dick flop right on out and rest against your soft cheek.

"So soft and warm…" His fingers curled into your hair as he began stroking himself. 

"Bet her mouth is much softer and much warmer." Denki sighed. He was jacking himself off with your pretty lace panties wrapped around his condom-covered cock.

—-

You're so, hypnotizing

Could you be the devil? 

Could you be an angel?

Your touch, magnetizing 

Feels like I am floating

Leaves my body glowing 

They say "Be afraid"

You're not like the others

Futuristic lover

Different DNA

They don't understand you 

You're from a whole 'nother world

A different dimension 

You open my eyes 

And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light  

—-

"Probably right…let's find out." Shinsou huffed breathlessly.

He leaned over you, parted your lips with two fingers, and spat into your mouth.

His cold, thin lips covered yours as he kissed you fully on the mouth, slipping his tongue inside.

—-

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me

Infect me with your lovin', fill me with your poison 

Take me, t-t-take me

Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien 

Your touch, so foreign 

It's supernatural 

Extraterrestrial

—-

After releasing his warm cum all over your pussy, Denki reached for a small box underneath the couch.

Inside were two electric nipple clamps.

"These will really give her the shock of her life." He grinned and attached them to your erect nipples. 

"Wanna do the honors?" He tossed the small, black remote to Shinsou, who was rubbing his swollen cock over your wet lips.

Shinsou pressed a button on the remote and your body jerked from the electric shock, making Denki giggle.

—-

You're so supersonic

Wanna feel your power

Stun me with your laser

Your kiss, is cosmic

Every move is magic

You're from a whole 'nother world

A different dimension 

You open my eyes 

And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light 

—-

"Fuck..!"

"S-shit.."

Both men moved in a rhythm; Denki thrusting into your cunt while Shinsou did the same action with your mouth.

"I'm going to…blow my fucking load..ahh shit, she's so tight for such a dumb slut." Denki groaned, his hips jerking faster and faster, making the couch scrape back and forth against the floor. 

"I'm close, too…fuck…so good…such a good kitten, take all of my cum, now. Drink it all up like a good bitch." 

Shinsou's head flopped forward and he grasped one of your tits while he orgasmed hard.

His cum flooded your mouth and spilled over the sides. The lavender-haired man tutted and used his thumb to push it back inside your mouth.

"Fuck!" Denki shouted and sunk his knees into the couch as he came hard into the condom. He had to catch his breath before he climbed off of you. Your panties were stuffed in his back pocket as he went to trash the condom and clean himself up.

Shinsou sank down onto the coffee table and pulled out another cigarette while he watched you.

It was now evening and the windows had darkened along with the changing sky.

Multiple stars littered the sky outside and the moon shone through the window where Denki had left the curtains open a smidgen.

When Denki came back, you were coming to with a shocked and confused look on your face. 

"It's you, again…it's you! You came back!" You cried. 

Without any care for how you might've looked, you sat upright urgently and wrapped your arms around yourself.

The blonde and purple-haired men just stared at you with bored expressions on their faces. 

They had gotten what they wanted and now had no use for you or any regard for your well-being whatsoever. 

That blonde and lavender hair, those sharp, cunning eyes…they were the same as those from all those years ago…how could you have not noticed it before?

"Stay away from me, you monsters!" 

You threw a pillow from the couch at Denki and he caught it. A smirk covered his lips as he watched you run out of the door with your skirt pushed up your hips, no shoes, no purse, and your hand haphazardly holding your breasts inside your top.

"Do you think she'll tell anyone?" Shinsou asked, smoke curling from his lips as he spoke.

Denki reached for another pre-rolled blunt that had been pushed off the side of the table during your activities. 

"Even if she did, who would believe a crazy bitch like her?"

—-

You ran completely out of the building, into the night.

You didn't know exactly where you were running to, but you knew that you had to get away from there.

Ahh, there you are. We've finally found you, again.

Your head whipped around behind you, where you could see two, tall, robed figures standing there. The moonlight reflected off of that tell-tale visor, while long, skinny fingers clicked and turned the wheels on the sides of a black mouthpiece. 

Our little test subject…

You screamed. 

—-

I know a bar out in Mars

Where they driving spaceships instead of cars

Cop a Prada space suit up out the stars

Getting stupid high straight up out the jars

Pockets on Shrek, rockets on deck

Tell me what's next? Alien sex?

I'ma disrobe you, then I'ma probe you

See, I abducted you, so I tell you what to do

(I tell you what to do, what to do, what to do)

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me

Infect me with your lovin', fill me with your poison 

Take me, t-t-take me

Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien 

Your touch, so foreign 

It's supernatural 

Extraterrestrial

----

*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

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[basiccortez]

Kinks HC- R. Abbott 

pairing: Rhett Abbott x female!reader word count: 2k warnings: THIS IS ABOUT KINKS, READ WITH CAUTION. sir kink, impact play, brat tamer, rope play, sadism, consensual non-consent, Dacryphilia, dumbification, safe wording. note: thanks to the discord for letting me bounce some ideas off of you!

Sir Kink:

Rhett loves power, he likes to be in control. You can see from the way he reacts in certain situations. He didn’t flat out say that he was a kink for domination, but you could read between the lines 

The second that your lips tremble out the word: “Sir” he’s a goner. He pauses for a second as he’s placing sloppy, hot, wet kisses on your neck and looks at you. You can see the darkness pooling in his blue eyes. 

After that night it became a common thing between the two of you. Most people didn’t bat an eye as you would respond to Rhett saying, “yes sir” , “no sir.” It seemed like just a nicety to them. But it had Rhett thinking of just about anything to stop the blood flow straight to his cock. 

The answer to Rhett was usually “yes sir,” whenever he would ask or say something, but if you were feeling bratty you would throw in a “no sir”. And Jesus lord have mercy, that would be the damn near end of you. Rhett would stop and look over his shoulder and be like: “what was that?” 

And that’s how you find yourself tied to the bed with a vibrator between your legs. He’s standing in the corner of the room just watching you whither and whine. 

“I bet this isn’t what you thought you would get yourself into when you decided to be a brat?” 

And every time you’d get close to cumming, Rhett would just know. He’d walk over to the bed and turn the vibrator down and look at you, “You have to ask,” 

“Can I cum, sir?” 

“You’re so fucking pretty, yes cum for me.” Rhett would turn it back up and watch as you cry. 

“Oh thank you, sir!” You let out a broken cry as he finally lets you release the built up tension in your body. 

Brat Tamer: 

As mentioned above with the sir kink, Rhett is also a brat tamer. With years of experience with rope, he knows exactly what he is doing. 

The first time you got mouthy with him, he quickly put you in your place. It was before he was going to ride and you had been nipping at his heels all day. He was focused on rodeo days and it was hard to break that focus and you just wanted an ounce of attention. 

“Rhett-” You whined out but it was cut off by his hand coming around your throat. 

“Shut the fuck up. You’ve been acting like a goddamn spoiled brat all day. Quit fucking whinning,” 

Needless to say you shut up real quick and felt your panties dampen as he walked away and over to the riders only area. You thought that after he won the rodeo that you would be forgiven for acting like a brat but you were wrong. So very, very wrong. 

“You think I just forgot how you acted earlier? Nah, you need to be taught a lesson in respect, girl.” 

You knew from then on out that you needed to act right, but you couldn’t help but be defiant (especially when the consequence felt oh so good). Rhett would give you a warning look if you started to act up, and you would stop your little act for a bit. But it never lasted long. 

“Excuse me boys, I gotta head out,” He said one night as you guys were grabbing a drink with Perry and one of the rodeo hands. You had gone and decided to flirt your way to getting a free drink, which Rhett was not happy about. “I gotta take my girl home to bed-” 

“It’s not even that late-” 

“We’re going. To. bed.” Rhett said through gritted teeth, and you whimpered as you squeezed your thighs together. 

Rhett wasn’t always mean as a brat tamer, no he was very caring as well. After every session that he had you tied up and crying he would take good care of you. Getting you something to eat, something to drink, putting ointment on your bruised wrists. 

Impact Play/Sadism: 

Growing up, Rhett always liked to see the bruises and cuts that he got from working hard on the ranch and riding bulls. What he didn’t know is that it would transfer into something else. 

The first time he had left a bruise on you, tiny finger bruises from grabbing your hips while you were riding him, he was enthralled. You didn’t seem to mind it, liking the pain from his hand, and you also liked seeing the bruises too. 

Slowly Rhett’s obsession with seeing bruises moved from the small ones left on your hips or thighs, intimate places, to being on more “public” surfaces, such as your knees or ass cheeks. 

One day Rhett was pissed at Perry, and was searching you out for relief. He walked into the house and saw you making pies with his mother. Rhett muttered something about needing you for a second and pulled you away from the house. He took you out behind the stable and pushed you down into the rock, pulling his cock out and pushing your head down to suck him off. 

“Fuck I need this. Perry being a fucking asshole and my dad, Jesus your mouth was made for me,” Rhett mumbled, making a make-shift ponytail in his hand and guided your head up and down his length. You could feel the rocks digging into your knees and you knew you would have bruises from the impact of you landing hard on them. Rhett fucked your face without a care of you gasping for air, or your tears or who could catch you two. When Rhett came, shooting hot ropes down your throat, you swallowed all of it. He tucked himself back in his jeans and then helped you up. 

“Got you a bit dirty,” He smirked and brushed off the dirt and rock from your knees. He felt his dick stir again seeing the bruises left behind. He stood up straight and grabbed your face with both his hands and kissed you roughly, “Better get back to Ma.” You nodded and Rhett sent you on your way with one rough smack to your ass making you yelp. 

That wasn’t the end of Rhett pushing you down on hard surfaces to suck him off. It came to the point where you almost constantly had bruises on your knees. 

But the bruises didn’t stop there, nah, Rhett loved to leave your ass red and bruised as well. Which goes back to the sir, brat tamer kink. If you disobeyed Rhett, he would have you over his knee counting the spanks until you were crying so hard you lost count. Rhett would love to see your ass red, the broken skin taking days to heal. 

Most of the family (Cecilia and Royal) ignored the way you would walk funny or the bright red marks on your knees, except Perry (but he learned his lesson one day). 

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” Perry whispered to Rhett one day in church as he watched her shift around in her chair and noticed her knees. 

“Needed taught a lesson,” Rhett mumbled back. 

Dacryphilia (crying kink): 

It has been mentioned several times that Rhett loves to see you cry. He gets off on it. 

The first time you cried during sex, he felt a pain of guilt and stuttered in his thrusts but the moan you let out told him that he didn’t need to stop. 

His favorite thing was to ruin your makeup, seeing the smudged mascara down your cheeks after he fucked your throat, or spanked you. He was so condescending about it too. 

“Aw my poor baby, spent all that time getting ready just to have it all ruined.”

He loved when you would become cock dumb that the only thing you could do was cry about how good you were getting fucked. 

Afterwards though, he was always sweet, holding you as you cried in overstimulation, and would wipe your tears.  

Dumbification: 

It’s simple, Rhett likes to fuck you dumb. He is probably a bit of a sadist, and loves to make fun of you for it. 

Like you had been mouthing off and smarting back to him all day, and even while he was fucking you. But the second he’s got you in complete submission and just railing you to the point where there isn’t a single coherent thought in your head had him laughing. 

“What happened to my smart girl? So fucking dumb for my cock, now aren’t ya.” 

“Come on, use those big girl words?” 

“God such a dumb cock slut, can’t even talk right.” 

Voyeurism: 

Rhett isn’t afraid to have sex wherever and whenever. Actually, he thinks the idea of being caught is very hot. Which is why he quite literally will take you anywhere and everywhere. 

Behind the stables? Yes. Outside his trailer at a rodeo? Yes. Bathroom of the Handsome Gambler? Yes. Yes. Yes. 

The idea that someone could walk in and see him fucking the life out of you is just so appealing. The one time that Luke Tillerson walked in on him fucking you over the bathroom sink at the Pit Bar plays in Rhett’s mind rent free. 

“Holy fuck, I’m- Really? Classy Rhett?” 

“You see how fucking hot she is? She was just begging for this, weren’t ya baby?” You answered Rhett with a loud moan and he smirked, looking up in the mirror to see Luke staring at you, which pissed Rhett off, “This ain’t no free show Tillerson, pay up or get out,” 

He loves it when you’re loud too (except his family doesn’t but you could care less when Rhett is balls deep inside of you). Royal and Cecilia have learned to stay away from areas of the ranch if they know that Rhett took you somewhere. Perry has walked in on Rhett one too many times. 

“Jesus Christ, Rhett, Y/N, this is the living room!” Perry yelled as he walked in the house to see Rhett eating you out on the couch. 

“I know, and I am living,” Rhett smirked and this fucker has no shame and dove right back inbetween your thighs. 

“Gonna have to burn that fucking couch,” Perry muttered and walked up to his room. 

Rhett also likes to watch you get off. He knows what you get up to when he is gone for long periods of time for rodeos. He loves to sit in a chair in his room and watch you get yourself off. He’ll direct you a little bit, but mostly lets you run the show. 

“Curl your fingers baby, yeah, there ya go.” “Pinch your nipple.” “Slap your pussy. Such a good girl.”

Consensual, non-consent (thank you @hederasgarden for awakening this in me) 

The idea of you allowing him to take you in your most vulnerable form was a huge fucking turn-on in itself. You had been hinting at it for a while, telling Rhett that you were okay if he woke you up with sex, or head. Then it came to the conversation that you were okay if he just walked up and took what was his. You two established a safe word, and boundaries beforehand. 

The first time Rhett walked into the house, seeing you in a dress with your apron on setting the table, Rhett just had to have you. He walked right in, bent you over the table, pulled your panties down and took you. It was the most glorious thing. You little yelps for him to stop which was covered by moans. 

After that if you guys were going to do it, you talked about it beforehand, basically like scheduling the day. And you would do it in other places except your bedroom, i.e the stables, the pasture, his truck. It just added to the whole ordeal. 

Rhett was always careful to watch your body language for any chance that you wanted to stop, which was even more of a turn on for you. 

He loved when you would fight him, trying to get out of his grasp as he held your arms down. Watching your squirm and kick under him as he pressed his weight into your body and would just take what he wanted. Your fighting would stop the second he pushed his cock into your pussy. 

Bonus: how would Rhett react to getting safeworded? 

The second you say the safeword, which would be “buffalo”, he’s stopping everything. And the guilt would fill his body immediately. 

How did he not see this beforehand? Had you dropped too far into subspace? What did he do wrong? What was he not watching? 

He’d tell you everything he was doing from untying your wrists, to pulling out of you. And he did everything slowly, making sure to kiss every bruise, every mark that was left behind. He would whisper sweet nothings against your skin as he slowly moved you both to laying down on the bed. 

He noticed that far away look in your eye and could see that you let yourself go to subspace. He was patient as he held you tightly, knowing that you wanted the feeling of his body weight when you dropped. 

He’d hold you as you shook, your body trying to regulate itself. He would shush your little whimpers as you clung to him. 

“Can you tell me your name?” He would always ask you that question after you would call the safeword, it was his way of trying to coax you out of subspace. 

“. . . Y/N. . . “ You breathed out. 

“Good girl, that’s a good girl.” Rhett kissed your forehead, “I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry.” 

THE KING OF AFTERCARE 

Once he felt like you were a little more stable, your body not shaking uncontrollably, your tears drying, your brain being able to string together small sentences, he would go get you a small snack and a gatorade. He’d sit you between his legs, holding you against his chest as you ate and drank the electrolytes. Rhett would turn on some stupid netflix show that you like just to get your mind back from subspace. He would place small kisses on your bare shoulder or forehead from time to time. 

“I’m gonna go draw you a bath.” 

“With a bath bomb? 

Rhett sighed, he hated those fucking pink glittery things, but he was so whipped by you, “Yes, of course,” 

And that’s how Rhett found himself in a bathtub with you against his chest surrounded by pink bubbles and rose petals.

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[loveisalwaystheanswer]

Hello!! how are you ?

I miss your post about Tommy and Grace.

I wanted to ask you about a scene from S2. Tommy has sex with May, and they seem to have a good time, especially May...well yeah..😏 But then we see that when Tommy arrives at the office, the first thing he does is call Grace, when before we see that he tries to forget her. I wonder what was going through his mind?. Two years thinking about her, every day, and he only slept with prostitutes. He knows May, and he likes her, but does being with her make him miss Grace more? Maybe he realize that no one is going to make him feel the way Grace makes him feel.

What do you think of that scene?

Hello, love! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to your ask. I'm just soo fucking devastated by Matthew Perry's death and so shattered to hear that.

Well, back to business. I think that Tommy really REALLY didn't want to let Grace go and forget about her (nothing has changed since then btw). And every step towards May is a step away from Grace. He still hopes the happy future with her, which he's dreamed of for so long, is not completely lost. It's like a beacon for him and he's not ready to give up this hope. He's very emotional attached to Grace and this is not something that happens to him often. Because she represents redemption and he still hopes that he can have a normal, quiet life if he is with her. And when Polly says "maybe it's time you forgot about her" it hurts, because deep down he knows he should move on and Polly is right, but he just doesn't want to. I think, he wants to escape the pain of the truth, so bending Lizzie over a desk seems a quite good solution to stop his racing thoughts by using physical activity as some sort of distraction. Sex has always been one of his main coping mechanisms. Lizzie, May, Tatiana, prostitutes... It never seemed to me like he was making love to them, the way that shows he actually wants to love and not just fuck them (especially considering his previous bad experience, when he allowed himself to let someone close to his heart and even dared to think that he could be loved. But it wasn't a mistake to do so, cos' Grace really loved him, he just didn't know it for sure yet). He always uses women and some of them don't mind though, but this is not a good thing at all.

p.s. I also think that if Grace hadn't showed up to tell him about her pregnancy, Tommy would've let her sail and tried to move on. But this thought crosses the path of my opinion about the writing, because since s2 Grace was never again a character with her own arc and used only as a plot tool (read: heir producer and the gangster's dead wife who should put the main male character through an endless circle of suffering).

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