#Daddy’s best friend (3.5)

[holylulusworld]

Daddy’s best friend (3.5)

Summary: You come home for the last time before finishing your study. Bad timing. Not only does your father’s best friend occupy your room, but your father has a new woman by his side too. 

Pairing: Ari Levinson x brat!Reader

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of toxic relationship, tension, daddy kink, arguments, cuddling & snuggling, hurt & comfort

A/N: A short chapter to get to know what happened after you left...

<< Part 3

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Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Hey, Ransom.” 

“Kitten,” Ransom sounds a little too cheerful when you call him. He slurs your name while some girl calls his name. “I’ve missed you.”

“Sure,” you snap. “Who’s with you this time? Julia. Chanel? Gabrielle? Dolph.”

Ari chuckles as you wiggle on his lap. You desperately try to get any kind of friction but he grips your hips and keeps you from moving too much. “Say it, pumpkin.”

“Ran, listen.”

You groan. Ransom just won’t listen. “RANSOM! I-we are over. This is the last time you will hear from me. Now go back to fucking that skank.”

“Kitten-wait!” You end the call, shaking your head.

“You’ve got a fine boyfriend there, Y/N.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, Ari. Ransom and I never put a label on our relationship. Maybe I had hoped there will be more one day. I was wrong, though.”

“Why did you not leave him? Why let that asshole walk all over you?”

“Ransom was charming, and cocky. I liked the way he carries himself,” you lick your lips. “Maybe I was lonely and wanted someone who stays for once. It was sex only to him, but he always came around when I gave him a call.”

“For sex,” Ari reminds you. “Right?”

“Right,” you get off his lap to sit next to Ari. “Sorry, I’m just not in the mood any longer. He was with some other girl again. Bastard.”

“We’ve got time, Y/N,” Ari softly says. “How about we order food and you can make a list of all the things you want to get from your father’s house.”

“Do we really have to go back there? He can burn all my stuff,” you sniff. Hearing Ransom and the other girl hurt your pride. “I just want to crawl under the covers and hide for a while.”

“We can do this, pumpkin. Let’s have dinner first, and then, we can hide for a day or two. If you give me a list, I’ll get all the things you want. You don’t have to see them again, Y/N.”

“I’ll think about it.”

You put your head on his shoulder. “If you want me to, I can punch him too.”

“I bet you would,” you giggle as Ari dips his head to look at you. “Ari, thank you for being a nice guy.”

“Anytime, pumpkin.”

“Say,” you purse your lips. “Have you always been a dilf?”

“Fuck, that’s nice,” Ari laughs as you crawl on top of him to rest your head on his warm chest. “I never thought cuddling can be so—sexy.”

“Ma’am, you are cuddling with Ari Levinson. I’m sex on long legs.”

“You are so full of yourself.”

You smile as Ari wraps his arms tightly around your body. “When do you have to go back?”

“I-I haven’t decided yet. Maybe I’ll take a year off, or switch to distance learning. I don’t know.”

“All because of Ransom?”

“I barely made any friends on the campus. Ransom was the only one. He was… I don’t know,” you shrug. “Everything is getting too much at the moment. Dad. That bitch. Ransom.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to switch to long-distance learning. It’s your last semester, pumpkin. You can do it.”

“If I go back, Ransom will be around. I don’t want to see him again,” you bury your face in his chest to inhale his scent. 

“How about we talk about this later? We have all summer.”

“Good plan.”

You close your eyes. “Good plan.”

Ari watches you fall asleep on his chest. He smiles as you seek comfort in him. Maybe, just maybe you can help him start anew too.

“Honeybunny, you are back,” your father says as you walk inside the house. He smiles and opens his arms. “How have you been?”

“Morning, father,” you huff. “I’m here to get my stuff. If you would be so kind and stay out of my way. That would be nice.”

“But-“ he can only watch you run upstairs. “Honeybunny, wait. We could talk and…you know.”

“Y/F/N,” Ari follows you hot on your heels. “You should leave her alone for the time being. She’s in no condition for another blow coming from you or your lovely fiancé. I’ll take good care of her.”

“You won’t touch my daughter, Levinson!” Your father grits out. “If you take advantage of her, you are dead.”

“Well, it wasn’t me choosing a random bitch over your daughter. Maybe you should rethink your life decisions before coming after me, Y/F/N. I’ll help your daughter find a way out of this mess. You are no better than the guy using her for his pleasure.”

“Says the man lusting over my daughter.”

“Well, at least I show interest in your lovely daughter. Yes, I’m attracted to her. But unlike you and Drysdale, I will keep Y/N happy and not demand shit from her.”

Ari hurriedly takes the stairs to help you pack your things. He won’t allow anyone to hurt you ever again. 

Not your father, nor Sunny. And especially not Ransom Drysdale.

Ari will make sure that the Ransom will stay away from you…

>> Part 4

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[tiredmamaissy]

Handle Me

Read Part II

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Lo’ak Sully (19) x Omatikaya Reader (20)

Warnings: extreme nsfw, 100% smut, dom lo’ak, profanity, slight age gap, rough [brief] oral sex, degradation, rough sex, edging, breeding kink/creampie, slapping/smacking?

Word Count: 3.5

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: highkey  lowkey wanted to make him knot her but ya know :’) can’t overuse it. Sorry for the quick ending, btw. Hope you like this, anon[s]. <3 i also ended up changing the title for this lol

Synopsis: Neteyam is your best friend. His baby brother, Lo’ak, has been hot and bothered for you for some time. You always decline his obvious advances because of the age gap – and the fact that he could never handle you. Until one day, you find yourselves alone in a tent, and he takes you on his own terms.

Intro:

You visit your best friend, Neteyam, in his tent to give him some supplies before he embarks on a hunting trip. Behind him, you see his baby brother, Lo’ak, with his arms crossed over his chest, looking you up and down with a grin on his face. He always looked at you like you were something to devour – something to fuck. Neteyam would always encourage you to give his ‘baby bro’ a chance, but it never interested you. Knowing that he’s ‘hot and bothered’ – as he would call it – for you gives you the ick. He’s simply too young, even if it’s just by a year. In a rush, Neteyam snatches the pouch out of your hands, and gives you a friendly pat on the back before hurrying out of the tent – leaving you and his brother alone.

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“Oh, princess. I’d never be so quick to leave you.” Lo’ak smirks, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, arms still crossed over his chest.

You take a few brisk steps towards him, ready to get this over with so you can go back to your usual daily activities.

“Lo’ak. How many times do I need to tell you before you get it through this thick head of yours?” You say, poking two digits into his temple. “You’re too young for me.”

“By what? A year? C’mon baby. We’d be so good together.” He laughs with you, grabbing the fingers that poke his temple to brush them to against his lips.

Ripping your hand from his grip, you take a step back and shake your head.

“I’m serious, Lo’ak. If you made me choose between you and your brother...” you grimace at the thought – Neteyam is like your own blood. “...I’d fuck Neteyam over you any day.” You almost gag as the words come out your mouth.

“Besides. You wouldn’t be able handle me.” You turn around to leave the tent.

Lo’ak grabs your arm, pulling you back in to face him.  

“Oh, yeah? How do you know I can’t handle you? You don’t look like much to handle, y/n.” he looks up and down at your tiny frame.

“Because you’re too young. I only go for guys my age or older... much older. Like your daddy older.” You smirk, thinking about the Olo’eyktan fucking you senseless.

Lo’ak didn’t take this well. First, you speak about fucking his brother – right in front of his face. Then, you insult him because he’s a year younger than you. And now, you’re daydreaming about fucking his father?

“Enough.” Lo’ak growls, towering over you.  

You can’t deny it, his growl made your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat. You can see how much your remarks are driving him over the edge – making him angry. You want to see exactly how far you can push him.

“Or what? Gonna ‘put me in my place’?” you pout, teasing him.

Lo’ak takes a step closer to you, and fists the hair at the back of your head, using it as leverage to pull you on the tips of your toes. Lo’ak smiles – a menacing one at that. It shakes you to your core, to see him so riled up.

“Do you want me to put you in your place?” he drops his smile, leaning down to inch his face closer to yours.

His rough touches make your thighs rub against one another, denying your cunt the pleasure to respond to him. You stare up at him, looking deeply into his dark, yet sultry eyes, searching for his pathetic, little bluff. All you see is his stern, sombre appearance.

You didn’t even notice how strong this boy was. You always looked down at him as Neteyam’s baby brother – feeble and childish, always getting into trouble. But the grip he has on you is so tight you’re afraid he might rip your hair out.

And you fucking love it.

A little part of you wants to take him on. To see if he can really handle you. But a bigger part of you really doubts it – really doubts that he could make you feel good the way an older man could.

You smile innocently, batting your eyes a few times. Titling your chin up to him, you graze your bottom lip against his.

“I’d like to see you try.” You whisper into his mouth.

A sinister smile plasters his face, as he takes this as your consent to obliterate your tiny physique. His grip immediately moves to the base of your queue – earning him a high pitched whine from you. He uses it as leverage to bring you to your knees, pressing your face against the warm, stiff bulge in his loincloth.

“Take it off.” He commands, shoving your face a little closer into his crotch.

You can’t help but scoff at him. Is this what he really thought ‘putting you in your place’ would be like? Dropping you to your knees and demanding a blowjob?

“Did I fucking stutter?” he growls, gripping your queue even tighter and forcing your face against his bulge. “I said. Take. It. Off.”

This warning did a little more for you, making your thighs rub against one another once more. Not to prevent your body from responding to his touch, but to give your throbbing clit the attention it’s begging for.

“Fuck.” You mutter, hooking your fingers under the band of his loincloth before tugging them down his legs.

Nothing surprised you more than his massive, 13 inch cock slapping against your cheek as it breaks free from it’s restraints. He’s the biggest you’ve ever seen – the biggest you’ve ever had. You stare at it wide-eyed, admiring its blue strips and mushroomy head, beads of precum already oozing from it.

“See? Not so hard to listen, is it?” Lo’ak looks down at you, a grin now on his face, proud to see your bewildered expression.

Still in awe, the only thing that makes its way through your parted lips are light pants, as you stare at the thick, veiny cock in front of your face.

“Is it?!” He shouts, pinching the base of your queue.

“Sst! Shit. Yes.” You yelp out from the shooting pain running through the length of your queue.

“Good. I don’t like repeating myself, little one.” He has a smug look on his face, taking joy in call you little. “Now. Make me feel good.”

As much as you didn’t want to give him the pleasure, there was no denying that this is what your body wanted. Your face was already rubbing against his base of his cock, breathing in the musky scent of his swollen balls.

Lo’ak gives your cheek a light smack before gripping your jaw with his free hand, burrowing his thumb in between your jaw bones – forcing your mouth open.

“What did I just fucking say about repeating myself?” he shouts, using his grip on your queue to move your mouth onto the head of his cock, as if you were a fuck toy.

“I – I’m sorry.” You spit, looking away from him all together.

Another smack. “Say that again. Properly.”

“Fuck.” You pant on his throbbing head, “I’m sorry, Lo’ak!”

“Sir.” He says sternly, letting go of your face to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I- I’m sorry... sir.” Your voice is shaky from the heat pooling in your cunt.

“There we go.” He chuckles breathily, before dropping his smile once more. “Now, make me feel good.” He growls, using his tip to coat your lips in a layer of his precum.

You look up at him through pinched brows, panting hot breaths onto his oozing cockhead. You see him glowering down at you, already getting pissed off that you’re taking so long to suck him off. You hurry, using your slick coated lips to slide his mushroomy head in easily.  

The corners of your mouth sting when only half of his length goes down your throat – making your eyes pool with tears. You already feel like your jaw is locked into place, that it can’t open anymore to accommodate the sheer thickness of his cock.

Little throaty grunts vibrate against his tip as you try to take more of him – but your attempts prove to be useless, he’s too big.

You hear a deep chuckle above you. “Not so little now, am I?”

He moves his hand from your queue to cup your cheek, caressing your full cheek with his thumb. He briefly pets your head with his free hand before using it to gently cup your other cheek.

“Such pretty eyes.” He admires them, staring down at you. “Keep them on me.” he says sternly.

Before you know it, he’s tightened his grip on your cheeks, using it to forcefully shove his cock all the way down your throat.

“Oh – oh shit. Just like I imagined.” He flings his head back in pleasure.

He quickly moves a hand to pinch your nose shut – cutting off your only source of air. He’s so deep down your throat that you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on not gagging. You feel a sudden, but firm tap on the back of your neck.

“Eyes on me.” He reminds.

You will yourself to look up at him, even though stars are now clouding your vision. A fire sets in your lungs, as they scream for a breath of air. With your airway restricted and his cock buried in your throat, all you can do is gag and slap his thigh, silently asking him to let up.

“Uh, fuck. If you keep gagging, I’ll cum down your throat. Stop.” He groans, tapping the back of your neck again.

The stars in your vision are becoming brighter and brighter – bigger and bigger, nearly clouding your vision completely. Regardless, you continue to look up at him through lidded eyes, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

“Don’t pass out on me now, sweet thing.” He laughs, giving you two, hard taps at the back of your head, waking you up.

You slap his thigh even harder, muffled screams vibrating from your throat against his shaft. He lets go of your nose and pushes you off his cock, hard enough for you land flat on your stomach.

“Fuck. Good girl. As much as I’d love to drown you with my cum...” he kneels on the ground behind you, “I’d rather fill up this tight, little pussy.” He hoists you up on all fours, denying you the chance to even catch your breath properly.

You’re gasping for air, panting heavily as you try to fill your burning lungs.

“W-wait!” you cough, sucking in a breath of air, “Please! Wait – my heat. It is coming soon.” You take another quick breath. “You’ll – you’ll get me pregnant!”

He laughs once more, finding your little pleas amusing. He tugs your soaked loincloth down your legs, exposing your glistening slit.

“Are you sure you’re not in heat now? You’re so fucking wet...” he plays with your wetness a bit, sliding in two digits and scissoring them open.

“All for me?” he yanks his fingers out of you, and gives your cunt a smack, stinging your clit. “Should’ve thought about that all those times you rejected me...” he rubs his cockhead against your quivering hole. “...talking back like a little bitch.”

“P-please... sir. Please. Don’t cum in me.” You beg weakly, feeling his tip stretch you out slowly.

“Ah. She learns manners.” He smiles to himself, pinning your face flat on the ground. “A bit too late for that, though. Don’t you think, sweetheart?” he asks innocently, “You’ll be begging for it soon enough.” he slams his entire length inside of your cunt in one quick, hard thrust.

You whine loudly, feeling every inch of him stretch you out to lengths you’ve never been stretched before. He really wasn’t the little, baby brother you thought he was. He was much, much bigger.

And he feels so fucking good.

He stays there for some time, holding his position deep inside your cunt – swollen balls pressing firmly against your stinging clit.

“Shit. So fucking tight... You feel that?” he asks, manhandling your hips as he uses them to push even deeper into you. “Feel every inch of this big fucking cock? This cock you’ve been denying yourself to pleasure to fuck, all because of what?”

You don’t answer – you couldn’t answer. You were too busy trying to adjust to his size that you couldn’t even form a proper thought.

“Hmm? because of what?” he pulls out of you, slamming his entire length back into you once more. “Because of what?!” he starts pounding relentlessly into you, unhappy that he had to repeat himself once more.

“Oh! I’m sorry, sir! Ugh – Please.” You beg, not sure what even for.

He withdraws from you suddenly, leaving your gaping hole empty and yearning for more of him. He crouches over you, mouth pressing against your ear as he uses his cockhead to rub your sore clit.

“Because. Of. What?” he whispers, slapping your clit with his cock.

“Because – because I thought you couldn’t handle me! Fuck. Please Lo’ak – I mean sir! Please fuck me!” you beg, shifting your pelvis so his cock lines up with your hole.

“That’s right.” He stuffs his cock inside you once more, setting a merciless, pitiless rhythm right off the bat. “Now, it seems like you’re the one that can’t handle me.”

All you can hear are the loud, squelching sounds his cock is fucking out of your pussy, and the slapping of his firm balls against your clit. It feels heavenly, as the heat pools deep in your pelvis. Your cunt clenches around his cock – ready to cum all over it.

“Yes! R-right there!” you scream, taking every hard thrust he gives you.

The knots in your stomach unravel quickly, sending your cunt into a frenzy – pulsating all over his cock as you near your climax. He pulls out of you, denying your orgasm.

“You think you can just cum without asking me?” he growls, giving you a hard smack on the ass.

“I’m sorry, sir!” you jolt from his rough touch, desperate for your orgasm.

He wastes no time and slides his entire length back inside of you, his mushroomy head brushing right against your g-spot.

“Oh, shit.” You mutter under your breath, biting back your moans to deny him the pleasure of knowing he’s making you feel good.

“Yeah? It’s right here, isn’t it?” he asks, thrusting right into your sweet spot once more.

“Ugh! Fuck – n-no!” you lie, hating the fact he’s making you feel this fucking good.

He gives you a hard, deep thrust. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

A desperate, filthy noise escapes your throat, only confirming his suspicions. He laughs to himself, pounding into your little, sopping cunt, forcing out all the little whines and whimpers you’ve been trying to hold back from him.

“Moan for me, you needy little thing.” He demands.

His thrusts become insistent, demanding you moan for him – demanding you cum for him. They’re too much, too deep, too hard – too fast. You try your best to crawl away, scared for your poor, bruised cervix. All for him to just grab you by the tail and yank your back up onto all fours.  

“Stop fighting it. Take me like the good little slut you are.” He pins you down by your head. “Hmm? Thought I couldn’t handle you?” he grinds into you, pushing his pelvis even harder against the fleshiness of your behind.

“Shit! Stop! You’re too fucking deep, please!” you beg, feeling his tip pierce through your cervix.

“Too deep, or too big?” he rocks into you, maintaining his depth.

“Too big! Too big!” you whimper, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks again.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He lets loose a breathy chuckle, pounding into you once more.

Your sweet spot swells from his relentless thrusts, begging for release. He feels your cunt warm up, clenching around his cock. You try hold it, even though you want to cum so bad.

“Ask me.” He states, head dipping forward from how good your pussy feels around him.

“Please...” you moan softly.

“Please... what?” he slows his thrusts down, threatening to edge you once more.

“Let me cum... please!” you let out a sweet little cry.

“Aww, my sweetheart. Ask me to breed you, then you can cum. Okay?” he says gently, picking back up the pace.

“No – no... please.” you plead with him, on the verge of cumming.

Lo’ak clicks his tongue and pulls out of you – frustrated because he was close, too. He looks down at the sight of you squirming around beneath him, your body trying its hardest to search for the cock that was just impaling it.

“Such a pity. Let’s try this again.” he taps your thigh, signalling you to get back into position.

Positioning your self on your weak, shaky knees once more, you swoop your hand underneath you to take two fingers and spread your pussy lips for him. You can’t believe that your body is submitting to him, of all people.

“Look at you... begging me to fuck you.” he smiles to himself, positioning his tip at your entrance.

He doesn’t move, though. He lingers there, allowing just the tip to poke at your entrance. He wants you to work for it, so he can relish in the fact that you’re now the one begging to be fucked.

And you knew it.

“Fuck. Lo’ak.” You huff, frustrated that he’s practically pushing this in your face.

“Whenever you’re ready, princess.” He grins, giving you a pass for saying his name.

He watches as your cunt swallows his cock, inch by inch, all the way until the softness of your bottom presses against his pelvis once more. You rock into him languidly, feeling too weak to set a steady, and quick rhythm.

It doesn’t feel the same. Your little, tiny mewls that evade your mouth are evidence of it. You needed him to fuck you, to dominate you – to handle you. He could tell, too. But he just allows you to struggle to make yourself cum, waiting patiently for your sweet pleas.

You give up.

“Please. Fuck me, sir.” Your pleas are quiet and come out more as a whimper.

“That’s all you had to say, little one.”

He snakes his hands around your waist, slowly sliding them down to your sore hips, and grips them, tight. He angles his cock downwards, to fuck right into that swollen, abused sweet spot of yours. Teasing you, he lingers again, gentling massaging it with his tip.

It sends you over the edge.

“Good Eywa, just fuck me already!” you scream, pushing back on him.

He lets loose a loud, breathy laugh before sinking his nails into your hips and rutting into you. The sound of smacking flesh and your loud, lengthy moans fill the air, as you push against his thrusts, frantically chasing your orgasm.

He can already feel you heating up around his cock, clenching him tighter – moans becoming breathier.

“You know what you need to say, pretty girl.” His breathy words bounce at every ruthless thrust he gives you.

“’m gonna cum! Can I cum? Please...Ngh – Can I cum?” you beg, squeezing your eyes shut to focus on the growing sensation in your pelvis.

“No.” he growls, smacking your ass, leaving it stinging and red.

You knew that’s not what he wants to hear. Orgasm so near you had no other choice but to accept your fate as a vessel to carry his child. You grit your teeth, giving in to his wishes – giving into him.

Because you’re desperate.

“Fuck. Breed me! Make me into your breeding bitch! Cum inside of me, please!” you scream, unable to bite back your tongue anymore.

“That’s right. Go ahead, cum all over my cock.” His thrusts become more remorseless – deeper and shorter.

“Oh – oh fuck. C-cumming!” you cry out, body uncontrollably convulsing underneath him before going limp.  

He flings his head back, relishing in the feeling of your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock, begging for him release his essence inside of you. Giving you two hard, deep thrusts, he stays inside of you, holding your hips down on his cock as he spurts his thick, warm, ropes of cum deep inside of your womb.

“You took me so well. Sorry – I mean handled me so well.” he praises you, tapping you gently on the thigh.

He pulls out of you, only for your lifeless body to slump on the floor – passed out.

“Oh shit.” He mutters, realizing he may have taken things a bit too far with you.

He hurries to put on his loincloth before cleaning up the mess beneath him.

“What the fuck happened here?” Neteyam’s voice makes Lo’ak jump in his skin.  

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[ropebuny]

im so sorry but i can't with the pedo callout post and then the posts right next to it for daddy to do stuff to you on your blog djksgehrk. like -- i might be wrong here -- but is it possible faggotrocious and you both have..... kink related fantasies? of ageplay? with no actual evidence that you're fr acting on them outside of kink contexts? there's no actual evidence either u or faggotrocious is sexually abusing underage people or being sexually abused; that'd be a different thing. what you screenshotted are some edgy posts where it's unclear how much fantasy it is, sure, but given the context of horny posting can we assume it's a kink? i swearrrrr to god ppl take any chance to cancel trans fems w "gross" kinks at any moment lmao

I understand what you mean. but you’re saying like I made that post to ‘cancel trans fems w gross kinks’ which I don’t appreciate btw. this has nothing to do with cancelling trans fems with gross kinks. I’m an avid supporter or gross kinks, very clearly. lots of my mutuals are gross trans fems and I love them with all of my heart and I was in a relationship with one for 3.5 years and my best friend is a trans masc with gross kinks.

but this person I posted about literally reblogs things like “you hate pedos for loving children more than you ever will” that is Not normal horny posting btw. and them saying how “pedos are silly haha :3 ^_^” is Not normal horny posting btw. and literally nowhere on there blog is stated that this is all fantasy. but it is on mine. so please don’t compare my posts with theirs lol. and they rbed a photo of literal teenagers and made a weird tag that said something like “I need to be them. and I need to [redacted]” which I can only speculate means something sexual towards the kids in the picture. which is Not normal horny posting when you’re involving actual kids. like we aren’t even on the hypothetical side anymore, that is a photo of actual teenagers they reblogged on a blog where they talk about being a pedo, supporting pedos etc… is that not a little weird to you ? and not like. oh weird kinks, whatever. but like. weird, on the illegal territory ? weird, like this isn’t a kink anymore because you are involving not only hypothetical but also literal kids ? it’s not like they post ageplay like I do where I, an adult, want to pretend to be little with a consenting partner and I post about my fantasies. they post things like “pedos are silly ^_^ x3” which is weird in my opinion, because you are lumping all pedos in one positive group. like why would you do that unless you were a pedo or supported them ? like talking about pedos in any light that isn’t “I hate them” on nsfw tumblr is weird to me. cause even ageplay accounts on here are like “dni if you’re an actual pedo” but this person has never written anything like that, but instead reblogs what clearly seems like pro-pedo posts. which is WEIRD to me and no longer considered a kink and many others agreed with me

like I’m all for kink positivity. I think people using the ‘p3do bait’ tag is weird as hell but if I check their profile and see that they are over 18, not much I can do. but that person I called out has no age in their bio which is immediately a red flag. and the pedo joking, calling themselves a pedo and how they support pedos etc… is not normal horny posting. and even if they thought it was and they weren’t an actual pedo, they are making a community for pedos to interact with. I make it avidly clear on my blog that I despise actual pedos and I constantly make sure to out them so when I saw this, I did so. without ever thinking about their gender or if they’re trans cause that’s the least that matters in this situation. like if one of my mutuals rbed something like this, I’d immediately have the same problem with them. and you don’t need to “actually sexually abuse anyone underage” like you say there is no proof they are doing so. yes,,,,, but if you’re a pedo who has sexual thoughts about kids and posts about it, you’re a bad person. no actual inappropriate contact with a child is needed for you to be considered a bad person in that case

[alizjay]

Therapy session is in about 3.5 hours. We're diving deeper into my anger today. So here is a list of what makes me so angry. And here is what my inner child has to say...

It's not fair at all how much people think my dad is great and won't believe me when I tell them that he's mean. It's not fair at all how the neighbor boys won't let me play but when they finally do, they hurt me and my big brother just lets it happen.

It's not fair that we have to move across the state after kindergarten. I just figured out how to do school. I have a best friend and making me leave her is just cruel.

It's not fair that everybody else seems to understand how to act normal but I have no idea. My parents didn't teach me how to make friends when I was little. Eventually I just gave up and began my no talking era.

It's not fair that the boys in my class get away with kicking me with their cowboy boots on...when the teacher isn't looking and when I try to tell on them, she tells me to stop whining while showing favoritism to that mean boy named Tom.

It's not fair that boys get treated better. It's not fair that mom loves my little brother the most. It's not fair that I was fin&ered by my daddy, and completely disassociated so my memory of it was nothing more than a ghost...that I couldn't quite see or name or define...other than my fear of grown men who smiled at me and saw me with their eyes.

It's not fair that grandpa L was the only man that made me feel safe. He was gentle sweet and loving and I never felt dirty when he hugged me tight in his embrace.

It's not fair that all I felt was fear when people paid attention to me. It's not fair that I always felt I was in trouble. Even on my birthday, I was told I was being too bossy. "Just cause it's your birthday, sweetheart, you don't have to act like the queen. You're still the child and I'm still the father. You have to still obey me even if u think I'm mean."

[double-j]

*STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE NOVEMBER WEEK 2 MASTERLIST*

[for all fics, check the stardust reblog challenge tag]

*reminder to please heed the author's warnings on individual fics!*

~ splitting the list up into weeks this month because the post editor has been giving me a hard time ~

TGM: JAKE HANGMAN SERESIN FICS

seresin christmas (follow up to the slow burn series that you NEED to read) from @ereardon

tis' the damn season (from the better man universe which PLZ read all of because it makes me believe in love) from @sweetlittlegingy

golden barn lights from @siempre-bucky

california coast in your green eyes p. 1, p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, & p. 5 (jake and julie are perfect to me) from @theharddeck

come fly with me p. 5 & p. 6 from @bxwitched

signed away p. 5 & p. 6 from @seresinhangmanjake

home (from the best benefits series which you neeeeeeed to read if you are a sucker for idiot best friends to lovers like i am) from @writercole

the professor p. 9 & p. 10 from @/topguncortez

filet mignons and parking spots (will have you squealing just like its predecessor that you also need to read) from @withahappyrefrain

double tap (can already tell this will be a multi-re-read for me because it is so perfect and makes me feel so many feelings) from @rolycolysficrecs

one time thing (which will break your heart) & love that's a real long shot (which will break it a little bit more before fixing it right back up!!!) from @callsignvalley​ 

you’re not my type from @/roosterforme 

fine line p. 2 (from the look away universe aka sugar daddy jake!!) from @fuckyeahhangman​ 

cross my heart from @almostgenerallyalways​ 

douche bag jar deposit: $20 (aka p. 1 of the new girl au aka a dream come true) from @/jupitercomet 

more hearts than mine p. 7 & p. 8 (this series will have you grinning so hard with how happy jake is now but also devastated at how he grew up, aka perfection) from @fandomxpreferences​ 

TGM: BRADLEY ROOSTER BRADSHAW FICS

why do they call you rooster? from @roosterforme

i will leave you notes & je te laisserai des mots (you NEED to read this whole series okay!? it will make you FEEL so many FEELINGS) from @jupitercomet

come back p. 2, p. 3, p. 4, p. 5, & p. 6 from @/ereardon

flight risk p. 3.5 from @hufflepuffprincesse

the deployment diaries p. 2, p. 3, & p. 4 (but really read everything w/ bradley and babygirl because they are perfect) from @/roosterforme

king of the road from @/roosterforme

trouble in paradise p. 18 from @sunlightmurdock

the one where he puts his foot in his mouth from @/roosterforme

forget what you've been told (from the storm warning series that makes my heart hurt but in a good way?) from @/hufflepuffprincesse

“you said i had nice lips. who says that?” from @/topguncortez

couches, floors and beds from @/roosterforme

TGM: ROBERT BOB FLOYD FICS

coughs and cuddles from @topguncortez 

“not like i’ve fantasized about you or anything...” from @/topguncortez

the perfect ratio from @/writercole

love like this from @/wildbornsiren

from the one who loves you from @a-reader-and-a-writer​ 

TGM: MISCELLANEOUS FICS

no nut november from @/roosterforme (dagger squad giggles)

between the wolves prologue from @blue-aconite (bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin x reader)

in vain from @wildbornsiren (hangster)

we should be lovers instead from @call-sign-jinx​ (mickey fanboy garcia)

NHL FICS

to sail beyond the sunset p. 3 from @spine-buster

BINGO!

[squishyfruitloop]

Buckle up, bitches. Because I'm about to tell you a story.

I've known I was queer since high school, but due to some DEEPLY INGRAINED homophobic opinions (🖕you, traditional Christianity) I refused to admit it until YEARS later. Like after uni later. The way it kind of came out to my mum and sister (the only ones in the family to know) wasn't the best way to tell them (bundled up in an argument and some revelations about some traumatic ass shit that happened--s****l a*****t). I had my first real girlfriend after that. Younger than me, but not by too much. Her mum and I worked at the video store together, and we'd hang out as a group and watch new films (mum was way older). Almost a year later, we broke up. Oh well...

As an adult, I've embraced who I am. I'm not out to my family because of the whole BURN IN HELL YOU SINNER bullshit that they practice (not you know "love your neighbor" and Jesus said "STAY IN YOUR FUCKING LANE"). My students take one look at me and go, yep. QUEER SCHOOL MUM! They know they're safe to talk to me. About 3.5 years ago... maybe a little longer... I started to realize I was also poly. Now, I'd met and become engaged to my husband at that point (three year anniversary yesterday, boy buddy--got married on the 13th). But that's how I felt. It took a while for me to tell him.

Since then, I've had a couple relationships. My now wife--yeah, my wife--is my other best friend. We met because of Tumblr. Because of one of my Young Bucks fan fics on my writing blog ("I sat bolt upright in bed and realized THAT'S WHY THEY HAVE A KID NAMED RJ"). We bonded over our love of wrestling and Fozzy and classic rock. We wrote a whole thing over Tumblr message that is basically the reason we're together (Jericho really IS the cupid of rock). She is EVERYTHING I could ever have asked for and more. Yeah, she's hot and sexy and fine AF. Yeah, she's funny and makes me laugh and reminds me that being my unique self is amazing. Yeah, she is an amazing mum in her own right and loves and cares for everyone around her. Yeah, she's like me and a little slutty (a lot slutty) for Daddy Jericho. But the best thing about being with my wife? The absolutely best thing?

Every single day, she makes me be a better version of myself. She shows me kindness and grace and respect and sacrifice. She sees me, hears me, tells me hard truths when I need to hear them. She allows me to be vulnerable and trusts me to be supportive of her vulnerability. She holds up a mirror that reflects who I WANT to be.

And that means being honest. It means facing my doubts and my jealousy and being able to recognize that yes, I have a mental health disorder that makes my emotions hard to regulate in personal relationships. But no, that isn't an excuse for not taking ownership of how my emotions affect my behaviors and then affect others.

She gives me courage. Courage to fly 3,000 miles to a country where I knew no one but her where I stayed for a week. She makes sacrifices for me and our relationship just as I do, too. She fights for us. WE fight for US. Our Family.

In short, my wife is my person. She is the place I feel safest letting down my walls and showing who I am. (Husband too, of course, but this ain't about you,boy buddy, so stop being so diva). @spaghetti-hoop, I love you with all my heart. Forever and ever. Amen.

P.S. Also, who gives a fuck if baldy saw the end of Schitt's Creek? He doesn't get to wear gorgeous headbands like Alexis and definitely wouldn't know how to respond to...

[lanchang]

I posted 674 times in 2022

99 posts created (15%)

575 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mulians

@sangchengs

@m0ntaigne

@farmeryushi

@6o6

I tagged 430 of my posts in 2022

Only 36% of my posts had no tags

#tgcf - 138 posts

#textp - 73 posts

#ask - 22 posts

#prev - 20 posts

#sangcheng - 20 posts

#mdzs - 11 posts

#guardian - 8 posts

#xie lian - 7 posts

#mqfx - 6 posts

#jun wu - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#literallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyytyyytytyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i dont think that xie lian calling feng xin and mu qing "precious jades" means that he thought of them exactly like property or anything but they were his bodyguard and his servant and i think that relationship was reflected in that line. he valued them in a lot of ways, both as friends and as two people who were close to him very skilled and well-trained. and i also think that the precious jades line is sweet like awww youre 15 and you think your two best friends are the most special people in the world <3 and youre right

37 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

#4

47 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#3

[ID: a screenshot of fu yao and nan feng from the TGCF donghua standing next to each other with slightly dumbfounded expressions. overlaid top text reads "second guesser 🤝 face-value assessment" bottom text reads "idiot moves"]

74 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

#2

who is the most femme camp queen pussy cunt cunt slay character in either mdzs or tgcf 🎤

RATING TGCF CHARACTERS BY HOW FEMME CAMP QUEEN PUSSY CUNT CUNT SLAY THEY ARE

DISCLAIMER: i dont know what im talking about. minor spoilers for book 3

XIE LIAN: has had at least one femme moment but idk about camp or queen and only a little pussy but pretty cunt cunt and slay overall. half credit for being the flower crowned martial god and half off for being a trash god of scraps 5/10

HUA CHENG: femme (known to take the form of a sexy evil woman) ✅️ camp (mayor of ghost city) ✅️ queen (mayor of ghost city) ✅️ pussy cunt cunt (youve read the book) ✅️ slay (c'mon) ✅️ overall 100000/10

MU QING: he is not femme he is vain and insecure he is not camp he is actually very self conscious he is not queen but well maybe a little queen and very pussy cunt cunt slay. 8/10

FENG XIN: unfortunately basically none of these words apply to him but he gets a point for suggesting that xianle citizens get jacked to combat human face disease that was kind of a camp moment imo 1/10

QI RONG: femme❌️ camp ❌️queen❌️ pussy cunt cunt ✅️ slay ❌️would have had more points if he was pink but hes green. i reformatted this post and forgot my rating umm 3.5/10

JUN WU: he is SO not femme camp queen pussy cunt cunt slay he is incel daddy dom 2014 tumblr -100000/10

SHI QINGXUAN: perfect score but didnt die like hua cheng so no extra credit 10/10

HE XUAN: he did die so +2 but not camp or pussy so -2 overall also 10/10

YIN YU: tbh even less femme camp queen pussy cunt cunt slay than feng xin except for when he told quan yizhen to kill himself 2/10

QUAN YIZHEN: none of the above 0/10 which is also a perfect score in a different way

LING WEN: all of the above AND girlboss but didnt die 100/10

PEI MING: tbh also kinda incel daddy dom 2014 tumblr but he canonically fucks so only like -2/10 (sorry to pei ming likers i am not one of you but he is very funny)

SHI WUDU: im gonna be real i havent reread black water arc in like 2 years i dont remember his personality very well at all ummm 3/10 he gave cunt he served he died

i cant think of any more characters ✌️

75 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

mulian is sooooo complicated like god.... platonic or romantic whatever the case its just tragic how mu qing thought xie lian was too good for him like how could they ever actually be friends BUT at the same time he also didnt think the gap between them was fair or fitting of their actual skills and xie lian occupied this very specific place in society that mu qing was always so far away from no matter how hard he worked (as mortals) and yet even though mu qing KNEW that he wasnt actually that far below xie lian he still didnt think any of that or their entire relationship meant they could be friends.... AND despite all that he still in awe of xie lian the whole time he thought xie lian was amazing.....

92 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

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[fran-hollingsworth]

BASICS.

full name: francesca “frankie” hollingsworth nicknames: frankie, franks, fran / cece  date of birth: june 26th. zodiac sign: cancer age: nineteen pronouns: she/her orientation: panromantic / pansexual

ACADEMICS ET AL.

year: first studying: political science gpa: 3.5 extracurriculars: power squad, drama club, volleyball team, cross country, & comic book club work: n/a

FAMILY.

mother: diana hollingsworth father: miles hollingsworth II siblings: miles hollingsworth III, hunter hollingsworth

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: dependable, meticulous, protective negative traits: self-righteous, impressionable, superficial  hobbies: running, reading comics, shopping aesthetics: daddy’s little girl. canopy bed with twinkling fairy lights. the smell of honey. sparkly gel pens with pom-poms on top and doodle-filled notebooks. dandelion wishes. astrology charts. old water bottles inconspicuously filled with vodka and a suitcase of high quality wigs.

EXTRAS.

lives off-campus in an apartment her family pays for. despite the no-animal policy, she’s managed to pay off her landlord so she can keep her cat, petal.

on the surface ( and to the local press ), frankie is the perfect daughter. other than the nudes scandal in high school, frankie’s learned to stay out of trouble... at least in the public view.

frankie’s the type of person who will take out her whole wallet on the streets of toronto, unknowingly flaunting the bundle of cash, as she hands over a five dollar bill to a homeless person with the intention of being filmed / photographed so everyone can see her good deed

growing up with the pressure that comes from being the mayor’s daughter prompted the creation of frankie’s alter ego, cece, her lesser / more carefree counterpart to separate herself from the hollingsworth image and avoid tarnishing the name in the local press.

when frankie’s out as cece, she’s unrecognizable. frankie has a collection of wigs of varying colours and lengths + a wardrobe ( think vixen-type aesthetic, lots of dark colours, more revealing ) that differs from her usual style ( classic, feminine, light colour palette ). 

only her closest circle knows about cece—not even her brothers are aware to ensure the secret stays a secret and out of the local papers / parent’s radar.

she’s imperfect, a real hypocrite. she’s got a strong moral compass that’s typically askew, especially with frankie preaching about one thing and cece doing the same thing she’s so against.

a big fan of craig manning and his music. if there’s a show/gig somewhere in the city, frankie’s there, bopping her head and singing along.

to be added as i go!

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

best friend

exes ( ended on good / bad terms )

ride or die

former friends ( maybe someone she let in on her secret and frankie’s freaked that they’ll spill — opportunity for some blackmail? )

someone who only knows her as cece

flirtationship

bad influence

enemies 

rivals

confidant 

literally anything! 

[ronniextorres]

(LINDSEY MORGAN, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that VERONICA “RONNIE” TORRES I heard the THIRTY-ONE year old is RESOURCEFUL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also CLEVER. Makes sense seeing how they are GETAWAY DRIVER in THE SOCIETY gang. penned by ally.

STATS;

Full Name: Veronica Isobel Torres  (call her Veronica & see what happens) Nicknames: Ronnie, Vee, Torres Age: thirty- one DOB: May 9th Sign: taurus Preferred pronouns: she/her Languages: Spanish, English Birthplace: Mexico City, Mexico Current location: New York City Sexuality: bisexual gang: the society  rank: getaway driver cover: manager and mechanic at a luxury car dealership theme song: desperado by rhianna

APPEARANCE; 

face claim: lindsey morgan hair color: dark brown, almost black eye color: dark brown height:  5’ 5 build: thin and curvy in all the right places  tattoos: yes, tba

FAMILY;

Parents: Mateo Torres (father, deceased),  Maria Torres nee Cruz Siblings: TBA older sister Extended Family: Tia Noemí, Tio Alfred (Estranged), TBA Cousins Pets: TBA

PERSONALITY;

(+) ; resourceful, intelligent, determined  & reliable (-) ; blunt, stubborn, imbalanced, & jealous element: earth hogwarts house: ravenclaw  aesthetics: the smell of gasoline, crossing the finish line with a moment to spare,  the thrill of adrenaline coursing through her veins, going zero to sixty in 3.5, grease stained cut off tees, a corona with lime, well worn leather jackets and short denim skirts Character Inspiration;  letty ortiz (fast and the furious), raven reyes (the 100), mikaela banes (transformers), jane ryan (new york minute), viola (she’s the man), santanico pandemonium (from dusk til dawn) luisa (encanto)

biography. 

TW: parent death, car accident, street racing  

Whoever said diamonds were a girl’s best friend, had never built a Plymouth Cuda from the ground up– now that’s the kind of best friend that was ride or die. Born the second daughter to the town mechanic in Mexico City, Veronica Torres had grease between her finger nails before she’d even heard of nail polish, much to her former beauty queen mother’s dismay.

While her mother had urged her to be more like her perfect older sister (wanted connection), to take up dance and learn to make the family recipes, Ronnie found herself sneaking off to help daddy at his Auto Repair Shop whenever she got the chance, learning how to take cars apart and put them back together. She was sharp and a fast learner, becoming the son Mateo never had. By the time Ronnie was in middle school, she could build a carburetor from scratch and drive a stick shift even if it wasn't legal for her to drive yet.  

When Ronnie was fifteen, the days of helping her father in the garage and the world as she knew it came crashing down on her, hard and fast and all at once. Her parents was killed in a car accident, or so that’s what she was told anyway. It never sat right with Ronnie that the very thing that her father made his livelihood from was also the very thing that took his life.

And so, Ronnie and her sister went to live with their father’s sister in New York. Tia Noemí had married an American man in a whirlwind romance which Ronnie’s father had never approved of. The marriage only lasted ten years before Alfred Sr. cheated on her aunt and left her for another woman. But Noemí had built a life in America and her children were going to good schools, so she opted to stay.

Life in New York City was different. Unlike her sister, Ronnie had trouble fitting in. She was the weird, new kid who liked to tinker with car parts in her spare time and could barely speak English. Even with her cousins showing her the ropes, all of whom she thought of like siblings, it was only a matter of time before Ronnie fell in with the wrong crowd and eventually became involved with the street racing scene. It was fast and exciting and the perfect distraction from all her unresolved pain. She could keep up with all the guys and earn a little cash on the side, no stranger to the occasional heist for parts or car break in.

For a while, Ronnie had finally felt like she had belonged, living life in the fast lane, narrowly avoiding the law and a fate similar to her father, but living life in the fast lane always did have its consequences. At eighteen, she had fallen for a member of her street racing crew. They had dated for years, racing and falling more and more in love with one another until the day he revealed himself as an undercover cop (wanted connection).

It may not have all been a sham, since Ronnie only got off with a hefty fine instead of any jail time. Her aunt helped her pay it off in exchange for a promise that Ronnie would let go of this life of racing and petty crime. This was the price for the truth she had withheld from her nieces. Noemi couldn’t be sure, but she also believed that her parents death was no accident. She revealed that Mateo had owed some very bad people a lot of money and that he was also involved in the underground world of street racing. Noemi didn’t want that life for her niece.

Though Ronnie couldn’t completely stay away from her cars, she got a job as mechanic and sales person at Luxury Motors Car Dealership to ease the itch. Little did Ronnie know that the dealership was actually Society affiliated and her gateway back into the world her aunt forbade her from.

Now, at thirty-one Ronnie was broken her aunt's promise and is a getaway driver for the Society. She has driven for them for around eight years now and also helps with boosting cars and selling car parts for them.

HEADCANNONS;

Ronnie can change a flat tire in 5 minutes flat. As a kid, her dad used to time her with a stopwatch, and she worked hard to beat her previous record each and every time.

She once built her own Plymouth Cuda from the ground up with spare parts from the shop (and her father's guidance). It took her a little over a year, and the car was named Bianca.

Her favorite type of music is classic rock and latin rock. She likes to listen to it while she tinkers and can sometimes be caught singing along. There’s something about old school Santana that never fails to get her going.

She wears a thin gold chain that belonged to her father which she never takes it off. It’s the one item she kept from him after her parents death. She also has a leather jacket that belonged to her mother. Ronnie was surprised her mother even had one, but took it as a sign and kept it.

Speaking of signs, Ronnie believes in them and can be very superstitious. Before every race or heist she has to tap the dash board 3 times and kiss her necklace. She also will never race/own/use a brown car. It’s the same color of the car that hit her parents. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS || SPOTIFY || PINTEREST

[slowsburn]

full name: francesca “frankie” hollingsworth nicknames: frankie, franks, fran & formerly cece date of birth: june 26th. zodiac sign: cancer age: nineteen pronouns: she/her orientation: panromantic / pansexual

ACADEMICS ET AL.

year: first studying: political science gpa: 3.5 extracurriculars: power squad, drama club, volleyball team, cross country, & comic book club work: n/a

FAMILY.

mother: diana hollingsworth father: miles hollingsworth II siblings: miles hollingsworth III, hunter hollingsworth

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: dependable, meticulous, protective negative traits: self-righteous, impressionable, superficial hobbies: running, reading comics, shopping aesthetics: daddy’s little girl. canopy bed with twinkling fairy lights. the smell of honey. sparkly gel pens with pom-poms on top and doodle-filled notebooks. dandelion wishes. astrology charts. old water bottles inconspicuously filled with vodka and a suitcase of high quality wigs.

EXTRAS.

lives off-campus in an apartment her family pays for. despite the no-animal policy, she’s managed to pay off her landlord so she can keep her cat, petal.

on the surface ( and to the local press ), frankie is the perfect daughter. other than the nudes scandal in high school, frankie’s learned to stay out of trouble… at least in the public view.

frankie’s the type of person who will take out her whole wallet on the streets of toronto, unknowingly flaunting the bundle of cash, as she hands over a five dollar bill to a homeless person with the intention of being filmed / photographed so everyone can see her good deed

growing up with the pressure that comes from being the mayor’s daughter prompted the creation of frankie’s alter ego, cece, her lesser / more carefree counterpart to separate herself from the hollingsworth image and avoid tarnishing the name in the local press.

when frankie’s out as cece, she’s unrecognizable. frankie has a collection of wigs of varying colours and lengths + a wardrobe ( think vixen-type aesthetic, lots of dark colours, more revealing ) that differs from her usual style ( classic, feminine, light colour palette ).

only her closest circle knows about cece—not even her brothers are aware to ensure the secret stays a secret and out of the local papers / parent’s radar. // UPDATE: frankie no longer goes out as cece but there’s still potential plots for your muse to mistaken her as cece!

she’s imperfect, a real hypocrite. she’s got a strong moral compass that’s typically askew, especially with frankie preaching about one thing and cece doing the same thing she’s so against.

a big fan of craig manning and his music. if there’s a show/gig somewhere in the city, frankie’s there, bopping her head and singing along.

to be added as i go!

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

imogen - roommate her parents don’t know about

lola, shay - best friends

esme - ride or die

zoe - can’t stand each other most of the time but would die for each other

miles - brother

lucas - dating

johnny - ex not-so secret hookup

kc - tutor, previous fake date

becky - running pals

manny - one-sided enemies 

arlene - unrequited crush on arlene’s end, good friends 

marisol - friends, her parents are on the hollingsworth payroll 

to be updated <3

[holylulusworld]

Daddy’s best friend (3)

Title: Daddy’s best friend (3)

Prompt filled for @writersmonth​​​​​: Day 29 - word: bond

Summary: You come home for the last time before finishing your study. Bad timing. Not only does your father’s best friend occupy your room, but your father has a new woman by his side too. 

Pairing: Ari Levinson x brat!Reader

Warnings: language, angst, your father is an ass, Sunny is the worst, mentions of toxic relationship, tension, making out/public making out, grinding, almost smut, daddy kink, arguments

Words: 1,7 k

<< Part 2

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Daddy’s best friend masterlist

“Honeybunny, what are you doing,” your father hurriedly makes his way toward you and Ari. While you are busy licking your lips clean to taste your father’s best friend a little longer, Ari puts one of your suitcases into your trunk. “I know it’s hard to adapt. Having a new stepmother can be hard.”

“Don’t-“ you twirl around to jab two fingers into your father’s chest, “you dare to call that woman mother. She’s not and never will be my mother. Your lovely Sunny is nothing but a cold-digging bitch. I can’t believe you are so blinded by your erection that you abandon your daughter.”

“Y/N, you’re not a child anymore,” you turn back around to help Ari with your luggage. “Maybe you should go to a hotel for a few days, and we can meet up for a coffee.”

“I told you about my conditions.”

“I can’t kick Sunny out. She’s going to become my wife, Y/N. Honeybunny, don’t you want your daddy to be happy,” your father almost whines. You almost pity him, almost…

“I want nothing more than seeing you happy, dad,” turning back around you sniffle. “If only you would look for a woman your age, or at least someone with more brain cells than a guppy.” You frown at your words. “No, wait. That’s not the problem. I can live with someone who’s not the smartest but not a bitch telling me I can’t come home. And you let her.”

“I want you to calm down and do as I say,” Ari huffs as your father tries to sweet talk his way out of this fucked up situation. “Honeybunny…please.”

“Her or me, dad. Make your decision, now,” you cross your arms over your chest and look at your father with teary eyes. “She didn’t even try to be nice. The first moment she saw me, Sunny attacked me and didn’t let up.”

“Y/N, I-“ you slap his hand away when he tries to touch your cheek.

“Whoa…you’re such an asshole. You tell me all the time Ransom is not good enough for me. You know what, you are the one pushing me back into his arms,” you chuckle humorlessly. “You made your decision.”

You turn around to not show your father the tears running down your face.

“Y/F/N, just leave her alone for a while,” Ari steps in when your father tries to hug you from behind.

“I’ll call a mover first thing in the morning,” you wipe your eyes. “If that whore touches one thing in my room, I’ll cut her hands off. Don’t you worry, I’ll never bother you again. From this day on, you are dead to me.”

“I can get your things,” Ari offers. “Uh-I got to get my shit too. No problem, pumpkin.” You whip your head toward Ari to give him a cracked smile. “We can get here and pack up all your things.”

“Ari, you can’t be serious right now. I won’t allow her to go back to Ransom Drysdale,” your father mutters. “She will calm down and we can talk things out.”

“No,” you turn around, not missing the pained expression on your father’s face when he sees your tears. “You made clear that you will choose that woman over me any time of the day. You’re not a father, only a pathetic excuse of a man. If she leaves you one day,” you snarl, “and believe me little miss sunshine will leave you. Don’t come crawling back to me.”

“I should go back inside,” your father turns around and leaves you there. Speechless and torn. “If you want to talk to me, you know where to find me.”

“Like hell!” you turn back around to storm toward your car, huffing as Ari expectantly looks at you. “Fuck it!” while your father turns back around you fist Ari’s shirt to bring him down for a messy kiss. “He can eat shit.”

You walk backward and drag Ari toward your car. “Pumpkin, what are you doing,” Ari yelps as you harshly tug at his shirt. He ends up on top of you and presses you into the hood of your car. “Fuck, Y/N.”

Ari purrs against your lips as you spread your legs to wrap them around his waistline to grind against his growing erection. “What does it look like, Levinson? You wanted to be my daddy, show me how well you can take care of me.”

“I don’t want to fuck you only to-“ you silence his protests with your lips, moaning as he grips your thighs to spread you wider. Ari grinds into you, making you gasp as he shamelessly devours your mouth.

“ARI LEVINSON! Take your hands off my daughter,” giving a shit on your father and the fact that he yells at you and Ari, you shamelessly make out on your car. “You have been my friend for the longest time if you don’t leave my daughter alone.”

“Yeah, well…about that,” Ari parts from you only to breathe again. “I rather have your daughter than you. You’re not the man I always admired, and—” you giggle as Ari squeezes one boob, “I’d like to fuck Y/N.”

“She’s younger than you! How dare you…pervert!” your father is close to attacking his friend. He tugs at Ari’s shirt, making the man on top of you laugh as you wrap your arms around his back. “Get off her!”

“Says the man fucking a girl half his age,” you smirk as Ari rolls his hips two, three more times. “Stay out of my business. You can fuck blondie and I’ll ride Ari’s dick.”

“You’re acting like a needy slut right now,” flinching at your father’s harsh tone and the insults he throws at you, you bury your face in Ari’s neck. “No wonder you spend so much time with Ransom Drysdale.”

Your father storms off and slams the door shut behind him. “I’m sorry Y/F/N is such an asshole. A midlife crisis can be hell, but this doesn’t mean he should abandon his sweet daughter.”

“Oh, didn’t you hear? I’m a slut now,” you fall back onto the hood and close your eyes. “I can’t believe he breaks our bond, the bond of father and daughter for some pussy. He’s such an asshole.”

“Let me drive you to my house, pumpkin. You shouldn’t be alone now,” Ari pushes off you and holds out his hand. “Come on, Y/N.”

“I hate them all so much,” you sniffle. “All men in my life replaced me with some other girl. Dad, James…Ransom. Ran believes I don’t know he fucks other bitches when he’s not with me. I’m not stupid, you know. He doesn’t even like me.”

“I get it,” you finally sit up and take Ari’s offered hand. You let him help you get off the hood, “being with him was better than being alone. I know the feeling all too well, pumpkin. I stayed married for the very same reason.”

“The guestroom is down the hallway to the left,” Ari points at a door, but you barely hear him. Your father’s words still echo in your mind. “Pumpkin, did you listen?”

“Can I sleep in your bedroom tonight?” you turn toward Ari. “Please.”

“I won’t have sex with you only as you feel lonely, or your father was an asshole. I don’t want you to regret it,” he cups your cheek to look you deep in the eyes. “If I have sex with you, I want it to be…”

“Don’t give me that you want it to be special and romantic crap,” huffing you refuse to lean into Ari’s touch. “All guys pretend to be romantic only to rut into you, grunting while not even trying to make you cum.”

“Ransom too?” he quips.

“Nah, at least he was good at fucking. Ransom doesn’t do lovemaking, but he makes you cum,” Ari makes an odd noise. He moves his hand to the back of your neck to crush his lips onto yours.

“You won’t fuck him again. This is my job from now on,” he kisses you again, slower, and gentle this time. “Just not now. You need to calm down, and we will get your shit from your father’s house first. After you settled in, we will do it like rabbits.”

“Promised,” you roughly cup his crotch to check out if he’s packing. “Damn, yes. You have this big dick energy for a reason.”

“Yeah,” he licks into your mouth, groaning as you fondle his cock. “Baby, you will stop. I can’t have you now. We will take this slow.”

“I want you, Ari,” you purr against his lips. “Don’t make me beg. I hate to beg for cock.”

“You’ll get it,” he cups your face. Ari greedily claims your lips again. “I promise to christen my whole fucking house with you, pumpkin. Have a little patience.”

“Patience is not my strength,” he laughs now.

“I know, baby. It’s just the wrong time to have sex,” Ari inhales sharply as you pat his cock. “Do you know how hard it is to resist you?”

“I will hold you to that, Ari Levinson,” you squeeze his cock through his pants. “Now, where can I have a shower?”

“I’ll show you the way…”

“Stop staring at the phone,” Ari snatches your phone out of your hands. “What are you waiting for? A call from Ransom?”

“No-“ you shake your head. “I’m done with Ransom. He didn’t even call to ask if I came home safely. Ran doesn’t give a shit about me. Just like my father.”

Ari places a plate with food in front of you. “Eat something, pumpkin. I want you to eat properly.”

“I could just eat your dick,” you move closer to straddle his lap and grind against him. “Come on, give me that cock. I wanna be a bad girl tonight, Ari.”

“You want to be bad,” he looks up at you with darkened eyes. “How bad do you want to be, pumpkin? Do you want to show everyone you are my girl now? That only daddy can fuck you from now on.”

Ari growls as you slowly take off your shirt o reveal you are not wearing a bra.

“Very bad, daddy,” you place your hands on his shoulders. “Please fuck me.”

“I want you to do one thing first.”

“Everything,” you breathe against his lips.

“Call Ransom and tell him that you are over,” he holds your phone in front of your face. Now…”

>> Part 3.5

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[imaginesandbandfiction]

Mobile Masterlist

ACOTAR:

Triad — An ongoing series of extended Cazriel x Reader headcanons.

Second Choices — Cassian x Reader, angst, friends/fuck buddies to lovers.

Second Chances — Part 2 of Second Choices.

Harry Styles:

One/Two Shots

It’s None of Your Business — Harry loves to tease the audience at his shows, so it’s no surprise that’s what happens when he has some big news to share.

Secret Little Rendezvous — He was a popstar, you were a music reporter, could I make it any more obvious?

Hometown Shows Part 1 — A blast from the past at Love on Tour, Chicago Night 1.

Hometown Shows Part 2 — Your family comes to the show, and Harry has a surprise for you.

Merch Girl — Flirting, jealousy, and M&Ms.

Merch Girl Part 2 — Harry shows you around Nashville on a day off.

Merch Girl Part 3 — One of the tour busses breaks down and…????

Snow Bunny — Teaching Harry to ski in St. Moritz.

Causing Trouble up in Hotel Rooms — Opening for One Direction’s Take Me Home Tour, you get close to Harry and he tries to tell you how he feels.

Enchanted — You attend the 2019 Met Gala and end up next to Harry throughout the night.

We Have to Stop Meeting Like This — You and Harry have maybe too much chemistry when you interview him at the My Policeman premier.

Story of Our Life — What it was like growing up with the world's biggest boyband.

Fine Line Series — COMPLETE!

The moments in your relationship with Harry that inspired each song on Fine Line. New chapter every Thursday!

1. She

1.5. She Instagram Blurb

2. Treat People With Kindness

2.5. TPWK Instagram Blurb

3. Sunflower

3.5 Sunflower Instagram Blurb

4. Canyon Moon

4.5. Canyon Moon Instagram Blurb

5. To Be So Lonely

5.5. To Be So Lonely Instagram Blurb

6. Golden

6.5. Golden Instagram Blurb

7. Fine Line

7.5. Fine Line Instagram Blurb

8. Cherry

8.5 Cherry Instagram Blurb

9. Falling

9.5. Falling Instagram Blurb

10. Adore You

10.5 Adore You Instagram Blurb

11. Watermelon Sugar

11.5 Watermelon Sugar Instagram Blurb

12. Lights Up

12.5 Lights Up Instagram Blurb

Bonus Instagram Blurb! As It Was: Part 1 Part 2

Blurbs

Painted Nails — Or, the history behind Harry Styles’ nail polish obsession.

Euphoria:

Fezco

Fezco’s House Series — COMPLETE!

A mini-series of Fez imagines based on some of the songs from Harry’s House.

Part 1 — Little Freak

Part 2 — Satellite

Part 3 — Matilda

Maddy

she calls me daddy — NSFW!!! You’re new to East Highland and Maddy Perez takes you under her wing.

Outer Banks:

Taylor Swift Album Headcanons — What dating the OBX crew would be like, as told through Taylor Swift albums. Featuring John B, JJ, Pope, Rafe, Topper, Kiara, and Sarah.

Sisters — John B's older sister introduces her brother and his best friend to a few of her favorite things. Alludes to future JJ x Reader.

JJ Maybank

Switzerland — Big John has been missing for months, and tensions are high between John B and his older sister, so she finds comfort in the arms of her brother's best friend.

Summer in July — JJ goes to pick up a friend in need and gets more than he bargained for.

Night Changes — Past, present, and future collide in a conversation with your childhood best friend.

Live While We're Young — No phones, your sneaky link, and a party.

Bejeweled — After mourning the end of a two-and-a-half-year relationship, you're finally ready to get back out there. You get more than you bargained for with some guy.

Attention — In which JJ wants your attention.

Topper Thornton

Vigilante Shit — You're hired to investigate a rich pretty boy and team up with his wife to nail him for his crimes.

Stranger Things:

Robin Buckley

Ice Cream — Scoops Ahoy has a new regular, and somehow Robin keeps finding herself alone with the girl.

[alistairlowes]

was tagged by @florawelch to post movie posters of my top 9 favorite movies. thank youu!! 😊💕

1. Better Days (2019) - i like it because there is something wrong with me. also noticing a pattern where i like fucked up sad people in fucked up sad situations finding comfort in eachother :')

2. The Hater (2020) - this is one of those movies i watched went 'yeah ok' but the more i thought about it later the more it haunts me. i just feel like it does a great job of showing political hypocrisy and media manipulation through most unhinged shit you've ever seen. yeah.

3. The Dark (2018) - obsessed with concept of regaining humanity through kindness.

4. Evangelion: 1.0 You Are (Not) Alone (2007) - i haven't been normal since i watched this. like i turned this franchise into a personality trait. you think it's giant robots fighting but it's actually mento illwness, daddy issues, existential crisis and repressed trauma. it's both the worst and best thing i ever saw. girls that get it get it.

5. Night Flight (2014) - listen i could actually talk about this one for days. probably the only movie i remember every now and then and i keep thinking about it. the last scene lives in my head rent free. like i said love sad fucked up people. too bad only 3.5 people know about this movie and they are all my friends because i bullied them into watching it.

6. Jongens (2014) - this was my heartstopper lmao </3 including it mostly due nostalgia and because sometimes when i'm sad i still put it on.

7. Warm Bodies (2013) - same as the dark it does the whole monsters to humans because of love. funny. also zombies.

8. Parasite (2019) - not just social commentary. the way it's told. added humor and absolute tragedy of it all in the end. 1000/10.

9. Napola Before the Fall (2004) - don't ask.

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[miekasa]

any dad!levi hcs for father’s day today🥺🤲🏽

Absolutely!! I’ll do this I guess using the kids I have for him in my parent au? If you’ve read that, you know about Holden, but there are two more so prepare to meet them :’) happy father’s day to Levi <33

To begin with, you guys would plan to have your kids (to the best of your abilities; you were intentionally trying to have kids at a time when you both knew you were ready for them. 

Although accidents to do happen, and Levi would welcome an unplanned child all the same; that being said, if you’re both want a family, you would have discussed it beforehand (which is to a degree, is a lot about mental preparation for himself). 

In his perfect world, he’d have two daughters. They’d be equal parts him and you, and they’d be quiet and curious and lovely and life would be good. He’d spend his days with you and his two tiny daughters, raising his little family and doing all he could for his favorite girls. 

So, naturally, he does get two daughters, but also a son in between; and the latter two kids are far from easy in their own unique ways lmfao 

You might have already met Holden, and she’s the oldest in my dad Levi au, and the most like him. Levi’s dark hair, his grey eyes, his overall unimpressed visage, his knack for cleanliness and organization—down to the way she holds her sippy cups, she’s damn near Levi’s doppleganger. 

Holden is somewhere between 3.5-4 years old before you have your second kid, and in that time is when Levi confirms he thinks he was cut out to be a certified Girl Dad. 

Both Levi and Holden take quality father-daughter time very seriously. It’s impossible to change plans once they’re set: “Daddy, you promised we would go to the famer’s market on Sunday. You pinky promised.” And Levi wouldn’t dare break a pinky promise, so he makes time for it. 

Levi doesn’t play favorites with his kids, but there is something special about Holden as his first born. He’s constantly in awe of just how much she resembles him. Four years into raising her and it’s still hard to wrap his head around. 

Much to his chagrin, Hange and Eren are Holden’s favorite adults. Maybe Levi understands the admiration for Hange, but Eren... come on, Holden, you’re breaking his heart at that point. 

It’s almost out of character for your daughter to be so openly affectionate about someone outside of your immediate family, but she really loves having Eren as a babysitter; and you know she’s playing favorites, because she remains neutral on Armin, even though he and Eren always babysit as a duo. 

She doesn’t have a favorite grandparent, but Kenny spoils her the most. Levi tells him he shouldn’t, but when has Kenny ever listened to Levi. The man isn’t a fan of kids, but he thinks yours and Levi’s are pretty cool, and Holden is about the coolest 4 year old he could ever meet. 

When she was learning to walk, Levi’s favorite thing was holding her little hand and guiding her around. Even now, when she can stand perfectly fine on her own two feet, Levi loves it when she reaches for his hand; Holden is a pretty independent kid, even at 4 years old, so Levi never takes affection from her for granted. 

They’re best friends and Holden goes everywhere with him. Their favorite father-daughter activity is going to the grocery store, and Levi lets Holden point to and assess her favorite fruits and veggies while she sits happily in the shopping cart. 

Sometimes there are other parents struggling with a kid throwing a temper tantrum. Levi simply clicks his teeth, while Holden shakes her little head. “That’s pretty embarassing, daddy,” she says, looking at the poor parent with an unamused glare that rivals Levi’s. He nods and pushes the cart past the scene, “Tell me about it, kid.” 

Your second kid is a boy, and he looks more like you than Levi, but manages to have Levi’s signature hair color and pout when things aren’t going his way.

He comes as a shock to both you and Levi, because after your ultrasound, you were told you were having another girl. Turns out, they’d accidentally mixed up your files, and you were having a boy instead, which you do not find out until your mid-term check up a few months later. Cue Levi buffering like an old computer. 

Kiaan is welcomed all the same, even tho Levi is still in disbelief; he was mentally preparing to have another daughter on his hands. He puts more pressure on himself with his son; not that he wasn’t trying his best to be a parent to Holden, but any insecurities he might have about being a good come out when your son is born, because Levi has no “man of the house” example to follow from. 

You reassure him that your son will turn out to be just fine, and raising him the way you raised Holden, and would have raised another daughter is perfectly acceptable. Of course Levi rises to the occasion after the initial shock; he’s determined to be the dad to his son that he never had. 

Where Holden is more reserved, Kiaan likes to talk and babble about anything whenever and wherever he can, to whoever is around. It’s not uncommon for you or Levi to find your son completely entertained by telling a story out loud to himself while playing with his toys.

Loves to rope Levi into making his toys interact and have “conversations” with each other, and Kiaan genuinely thinks his dad is hilarious, even if he doesn’t completely understand what he’s saying. It always makes Levi smile to hear Kiaan try and copy the bass and tone of his voice when he’s mocking him. 

Kiaan loves messing with his dad, and Levi’s all talk, so of course he lets him. He’ll be on a Zoom meeting for work, and Kiaan will be sat in his lap, running little toy cars across the desk in front of him, or tugging on Levi’s hair, and Levi just lets him. It makes quite the cute sight, and Hange has definitely taken a few screen recordings. 

That being said, your son is more of a mama’s boy than anything. Kiaan loves messing with Levi, but if you’re in the room, there’s a 95% chance he’ll be on your lap or at your side shadowing whatever you’re doing. 

Kiaan is a universal copycat tho, so whatever you, Levi, or Holden say or do, he tries for himself. This makes him especially susceptible to repeating Levi’s foul language and bad habits than Holden. (“Kiaan, you can’t sleep on the chair, it’s not good for your back.” “But daddy sleeps on the chairs sometimes!” “...Alright kid, you got me there.”) 

He’s a very loving kid with his words, too, always thanking people and proclaiming his love, so he doesn’t exactly have a “favorite” adult or babysitter, but he does get particularly excited when Erwin or Farlan come around. He feels especially tall when Erwin lets him sit on his shoulders, and Farlan always entertains his story-telling. 

He’s a sucker for his grandma though, and gives Kuchel a million kisses whenever she comes around. Does not let go over her for the entire time she’s over at your house, and will sit on her lap throughout dinner. 

The most affectionate child, so where Holden only likes holding hands, Kiaan loves cuddling with you and Levi, and likes to be held whenever possible. Levi spoils him a little too much, and more often than not, if you’re walking outside for more than two hours, Kiaan will end up on Levi’s shoulders or in your arms. 

Your last kid is another girl, and, yeah she’s just a baby no older than a few months, but Levi can’t help but think she’s especially tiny, and he can’t help but to look at her and hold her whenever possible. Your baby girl also leaves Levi a little dumbstruck because she manages to look like a combination of you and his mother. 

As she grows, it becomes apparent that you’ve got another daddy’s girl on your hands. Doesn’t matter if you’re literally breast feeding her, Aria will throw a tantrum if she’s separated from Levi for more than an hour. 

The good news is, her sleep cycle is as irregular as Levi’s, so he’s got someone to keep him company when everyone else has gone to bed for the evening. Unfortunately, this also means Aria naps a lot during the day, which leaves Levi a little bored since Holden is old enough to be in school full-time, and Kiaan is gone for at least a portion of the day. 

So, he would never tell you, but sometimes he wakes Aria up from her naps just a little bit early to spend more time with her (and cure his boredom). Having an infant trying to grab at his hair with her ravioli sized baby fists while he tries to cook lunch certainly makes the task more difficult, but it also adds welcomed color to his day.

You and Levi have to hold Aria constantly when she’s awake or else she’ll cry (although, if you leave her in the arms of her siblings, she does settle down, too); that, or she’ll find her tiny baby hands somewhere they shouldn’t be. Like dipped in a jar of strawberry jam. Or peanut butter. Or both. 

Levi talks to his kids like he would any other adult, so it’s not uncommon to find him brewing tea with a baby strapped to his chest, narrating the steps to good tea-making out loud to her for her to hear. He swears she can understand him, and he attributes Holden and Kiaan’s growing vocabularies, and the early ages at which they started speaking to this. 

Aria will be in her little chest strap thing while Levi’s cooking dinner, and he’ll look down at her like, “Alright, we’re gonna julienne your carrots today. Yesterday we cubed them, but you’ve got grabby hands, so this will give you more room to work with.”

Kiaan loves holding Aria and honestly just being around her, and you and Levi think it’s adorable how he loves to play with her, and how he knows to be gentle with her. He shares a room with her, and loves sharing his bedtime story times, so you or Levi will read them to sleep together. 

Holden isn’t crazy about babies, but she’s a good older sister, and Aria seems to be obsessed with her. She crawls and scoots towards her if given the opportunity, and Holden will always look to you or Levi before attempting to hold or lift her up, as if asking permission. She’ll pat Aria’s head to get her to stop crying, or let her play with her hands. 

Levi thinks one of the best parts about being a dad is seeing the different dynamics and relationships between your kids. Holden isn’t most physically or verbally affectionate, but she’s still compassionate, and Kiaan looks up to her; and Kiaan is the perfect middle ground, knowing when it’s appropriate to bother (affectionate) Holden, and when to give her space, and curiously hovers around his baby sister, too. 

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of Fic: June 20

Had me a long week of drowning at work, starting up a new show, and then a long weekend of continuous obligations. TBH, I’m surprised I got this much read. But how could I stay away? I want to show you what I loved this week!

PERO TOVAR

All’s Faire - chapter one and chapter two by @thewayofthemandalorian  Okay, first of all, can we all agree that this is a fantastic title for a modern Pero story about putting on a medieval faire? And that unspoken “in love and war” lingers in this enemies to lovers setup, giving me the tingles in the same way these first chapters did. Pulling up a chair now. I am ready for this. Yas. Bring it.

We Can Climb So High by @writeforfandoms  A year ago in her Born to be Wild universe, Jen brought Pero through time to land in a Ren faire. And now that he’s learned to much about the modern world, reader takes him back there. And they get the best souvenir ever. I love her modern!Pero so much. No exceptions here.

The SFW Alphabet of Little Red’s Shadow by @littlemisspascal​ I love the LRS universe and will always want more content on it. Knowing how much Pero loves his Red, just sends me. I love a gruff man who cannot find the words but feels love pull him with every fiber of his being. Devotion and protection in spades here, which is just how I like my grump.

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MULTI

How Did You Love 6 by @writeforfandoms  In this chapter, Frankie comes to the fore with his gentleness and melancholy, a comfortable friend. I’m eager to learn more about what this process is all about. If dreams were always part of the schedule, then what’s next on the agenda?

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DIETER BRAVO 

That’s Not Your Name: Part 9: Facing the Music  and Epilogue: Legal Names (again) by @blueeyesatnight Now that is a satisfying ending. Watching Dieter finally learn the hard lesson and still win? Getting the people he loves the most because he finally spoke up and stopped being so damn scared of love or messing someone else up? Dieter! That’s what love is! The chance that everything will end in disaster! But it’s worth the risk and I’m glad he took it. I really needed this little fam to fam up so hard.

Funny Girl - Saturday by @radiowallet  Live from New York, it’s MY HEART IN A VICE. Saturday is here and the feels are at a twisting high. The sex is desperate and hot and full of wants and I have now cast off all earthy possessions to follow Cat around the world and plant flowers in the shadows of her footfalls. 

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THE THIEF

Materials of a Thief - Tweed (Part 3.5) by @honestly-shite I love sugar daddy Thief. He just wants to treat someone wonderfully and wants to be treated well in return and that agreement makes him so warm, so comforting to be around. A night out at the theater sounds like a dream even it his suit is a scratchy tweed. But even if his suit is a scratchy tweed, of course he stuns in it, just as he does in every one of these stories.

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EZRA

Seven Tears part 5 and At Sea by @grogusmum  Finally, these two are getting some time alone with the help of those who know how good they are for each other and away from all the folks that wish to keep them apart. Oh to have a little cottage by the sea for a selkie!Ezra and me... And then to have him feral sex me in the waters? STOP I AM DED.

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[treesandtheirberries]

Dad!Harry talks to his daughter about her questioning sexuality PART 2

part one

(Thank you all for liking the last post, my heart is so full.)

More about the twins, parents' discussions, and a girl's day of insight and vulnerability.

WC: 3.5 k

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After tucking June in bed, much to her playful annoyance, Harry made his way to the bedroom where the love of his life was resting. Crossing the hallway, he smiled to himself. There was nothing he loved more than being a trusted father. Having this responsibility lifted him, it guided him to be even better. Just replaying the conversation he had in his head was bringing extra moisture to his eyes. What could he say? He was a natural softie, this (y/n) knew so it was no different with his babies.

Right before making it to his shared bedroom, he instead turned to make his way to the younger ones' room. (y/n) might possibly be crossed with him if she finds out he awoke them just for some kisses, but she didn't have to know.

Shuffling into the room, lit by a nightlight that displayed soft stars on the kids' ceiling, he noticed both of them whispering to one another. Having them share a room was the conscious decision of the parents. Although they had a few rooms to spare, they preferred the twins to sleep together, as they quickly noticed how the two reacted when apart. Oftentimes, they'll find Mick in Mazzy's bed, or vice-versa. It is clear to the parents that the twins are most comfortable with one another, and separating them seemed borderline abusive.

"Hmmm, what're you two on about? Late, innit?" Harry softly spoke, with a smile on his face to clear any seriousness in his words.

"Dadaaaa" Mazzy dragged, smiling that her father was here. She sat up on her bed, making grabby arms as to drag her father further into the room. He was so weak for his babies and quickly made his way to her.

"Mazzy meet friends today. Talk dada," Mick explained in an annoyed tone, which Harry obviously found hilarious. Pardon him for not knowing the basis of their conversations. As he smiled to himself, he wrapped his arm around Mazzy as she further burrowed himself on his side, and he extended his hand to Mick (whose bed was a very short distance away from Mazzy's). "Bedtime dada, momma said sleep" Mick said seriously to his father as he reluctantly grabbed his hand.

Harry and (y/n) could see the personalities of the two strongly already: Mick adopted the role of the carrying older brother despite being born only six minutes before, and Mazzy the clumsy, caring younger sister. The twins upheld their roles quite well, and because of their personalities, they rarely left each others' sides.

"Oh baby, I know she did but I just want some snuggies. Don't kill me, 'kay?" Harry said, pulling his arm so Mick would get the message to hug his father. Despite wanting to seem ever-so mature, loved nothing more than to hug the most important man of his life and finally succumbed to 'snuggies'.

"Mumma said to sleep for school, dada," Mazzy inquisitively said to Harry, looking up at him questioning.

"Yes baby, you two need to start sleeping more, you'll start preschool later this year, and mums' not sure if they do nappy time like in daycare." He rubbed both of their backs in unison as he saw them interlock hands on his stomach. These moments, he thinks, are the exact reason he does what he does. He wants nothing more than to support his babies (all four, actually) and be able to watch them grow. "Just wanted to give you guys some kissies. Kissies please?" He finished by puckering his lips as he looks down at the two.

They giggle and lean up to press soft kisses on his cheeks simultaneously.

"Now what's this about some friends, Mazzy?"

"Yes papa, so nice to me. Mick wants to hear if good friends."

Harry continued to rub their backs, so proud of their bond. "Good job Mick, always taking care of your sister. You know she'll always do the same for you too."

"I know dada, told me Aidan was rude to her. We not friends again." Mick stated, again making his father's chest filled with pride.

"Good, we all know we need to treat our friends nicely but if they are not kind back, we can't let ourselves be their friends. What do we do, babes?"

The kids smiled, playfully annoyed once again yet said together: "treat people with kindness." dragging it out as most kids do with very little seriousness.

"I've gotta go now, let's tuck you both in so momma will never know I was here, 'kay?" He lifted Mick in his arms and carried him the short distance to his bed, while Mazzy tucked her legs back in her blankie. Making sure Mick was cozy, he planted a wet kiss on his forehead.

"Dadaaa" Mick smiled, knowing his father's antics by now.

After placing another kiss on Mazzy's head, he placed a palm on both of the children's bellies. "I love you two so dearly. You guys, June, and your mum are the best things in my life. Rest up so we can have another fun day tomorrow babies."

He finally made his way out of their room, seeing the two burrowings further into their respective blankets with their eyes closed filling his heart. Sneaking his phone out, he snapped a quick picture and sent it to his wife so she could keep a copy of the moment. (although, through this, he effectively ruined the small secret of waking them.) Fuck it, he'll just say this is how he found them.

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"She wanted to talk about the Sage situation?" (y/n) guessed, as her beloved crossed the threshold and planted himself face-first on their king bed. All spread out, he moved his back to crack it, due to the stress of every day and ... well, age.

"Said she heard about my sexuality more than yours. Bet you're jealous huh?"

"Please, I know the bond you two have. Is she okay though? You gave her the good ole' 'we'll always be there' parent talk?" (y/n) never doubted his ability to be a father, but these circumstances were a bit more sensitive than other matters. She finally shut her book, placing it on the bedside table that holds Harry and her's current reads. There was no better end to her day than kissing her babies and reading alongside the love of her life.

"She's okay, I think. It's hard for her, obviously. I hate seeing her in pain but this is just one of those things she has to do. As long as she knows we're here, I don't expect it to be too difficult?" He pondered. He did mean it, being a questioning teenager is difficult as is but adding sexuality to the equation? He was fortunate enough to be so self-assured that the concept of questioning himself wasn't that turbulent. "But she wants to hear from you too, obviously. Be prepared to share your life story babe," he giggled, turning his head to see his wife who now began to stroke his hair. God, that really did it when he was tired.

"Yeah, I think I recall her saying this week was slow since she finished exams, so would you agree that we could take a girl's day in light of it all?" She pondered, wanting to assure her daughter in the best, normal way possible.

Harry finally sat up, only to cuddle into his wife's arms. This was another reason he knew the two were soulmates: she loved being the big spoon as much as he liked being held in her arms. "Yes, definitely a good idea. Mhm, what'd I do to have someone as mindful and loving as you? M'life would be incomplete without you, you're everything to me, love." Still feeling as 'lovey-dovey' as ever, he burrowed his head further into her, almost physically absorbing the love she poured out.

"I just want her to feel normal, I guess. When I finally came out, it seemed like it was the only interesting thing about me. It was the only point of conversation for a while, and I don't want June to feel like it's such a hugely different thing. She's still our baby, always will be."

"Hmm, the parenting books have nothing on us. So happy we're a team," he says, grabbing one of her hands to intertwine their fingers. "Gives me a love boner just thinking about how good we are, God."

"Narcissistic asshole. Want a bedtime handie?"

Her words make him shudder, a moan itching to be released. "M'done for with you."

She smiles at his words, knowing that the man in her arms is unlike the general population in that he prefers her hand far over her mouth. Shifting a bit, she kept one arm around his shoulders, to keep him close, and inched the other one to his briefs. They were firm believers in comfortable sleeping, which often lead to sleeping in only undergarments or less. She began to touch him softly through the fabric, already feeling how hard he was. "Oh baby, what's got you all worked up already?" It was a taunting tone, something about their position made it common sense that he'd be more submissive tonight.

"Please, (y/n). Just a quick hand, please." He shifted his hips, trying to get her soft hand to come down harder. Lucky for him, she wasn't in a mood to see him suffer and pressed the heel of her hand more firmly. "You know exactly what that does to me. Please baby, I'll be quiet."

"I know you will, you deserve this, 'kay?" She finally ended the small foreplay and moved her fingers into his briefs. Having been with her for over 15 years, (y/n) knew exactly what got Harry off the quickest. Nothing sold him out faster than a quick, sloppy hand, and her coaxing and appraisal always made him finish embarrassingly fast. Wrapping her hand around his length, she immediately began to jerk him off, wiping his precome to make it smoother. "Such a good daddy to our babies, best father out there I swear."

Her words made him shudder, even more, her touch making him extremely sensitive. Given her arm wrapped around him, he moved his head to the crevice of her neck, feeling shy from her praise. "(y/n), you're going to-" he was interrupted by her thumbing his head again, letting out a breathy moan, "god, make me cum so quick, please."

"It's okay baby, come on now, give it to me." She smirked as she felt him press soft kisses to her neck, almost as a thank you for the fucking phenomenal handie he was receiving.

His breath increased, indicating he was nearing his peak. He began to whimper ever so slightly, wriggling in place and only pushing himself closer to her. "Cumming, god m'cumming." he moaned, finally releasing over her hand.

(y/n) didn't end there though, still dragging her hand to rub his cum down his length and creating a click-ing sound. It was left unsaid that he loved to be overstimulated and milked.

Finally pulling her hand out after Harry begged her it was enough, she got up to grab a hand towel from their en suite restroom. Coming back, she found him with his eyes shut, clearly ready for sleeping.

"Budge up, or this'll get all gross in the morning."

Moving sluggishly, he allowed her to clean. "Come on now, let me do the same to you," he slurred as he flipped on his side, patting the bed.

"No baby, that's alright. Just wanna sleep with 'ya." She smiled at him fondly, noticing his eyes once again shutting in content. The two were almost annoying cuddlers, and they were practically seared together when it came to sleeping.

"Alright, in my arms 'ya go now. Come." He said faintly as she crawled into the space he made for her. Immediately squishing her face in his chest, he wrapped both arms around her back, caging her in and digging his fingers in her loose hair. "Love you," he whispered, although given his face was over her head, it was pretty muffled.

"Love you."

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"Let's do three more deep breaths, and then we can go see what your mum made for breakfast," Harry indicated, eyes still shut as he sat cross-legged by Mazzy and Mick on the floor, June also sitting on one of the twins' bed.

Before the two parents gave birth to June, Harry insisted that it would be vital to teach their children meditation: a practice that would help them understand and work through their emotions. (y/n) agreed quickly, after hearing many testimonials online of increased mindfulness in small toddlers. Harry tried more often than not to do what he called "Good Morning Heart" exercises before school, but if he was out (y/n) had no problem doing it alone. Today though, the two woke up slightly later than usual and had to split up their duties.

"Okay, good. Keep your eyes closed for now, my bugs. I want you to think about one thing you hope to achieve today. Talk to a new kid maybe, or participate in class. Anything, and take another deep breath as you think of it."

"Dada, done now," Mazzy said, smiling wide at her father. Obviously having meditated her whole life (although they didn't consider it meditation, more so family time) she was used to these exercises and her father leading the group. She didn't know exactly why they did it, but being able to frame your day as positive before it even starts did boost her already positive demeanor.

"Good job baby, so proud of you. Why don't you go run down to see your mama? Not on the stairs though."

"I take her, dada!" Mick excitedly said, unknowingly to others, his positive goal for the day was protecting his 'baby' sister.

Harry smiled, dimples shinning as he saw the two siblings scurry down the hall. "Finished bug?" He asked as June and he were the only two left in the twins' room.

"Yeah, going to ask mom about everything."

"She's ready, and she's so fucking proud of you."

"Thank you, Dad, for everything. I mean it." June leaned over to give him a hug, making her cheek squish against his shoulder. He moved his head over to give her a kiss over her hair, closing his eyes for a second, basking in the life full of love he manifested.

"You didn't hear it from me, but I have an insider report your mum made chocolate pancakes."

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"Come here for your kisses, don't try to weasel out of it," (y/n) laughed, putting her arm over the center console to pucker her lips. Mick was first, giving his mom a kiss on the cheek, dimples resembling his father's. Mazzy followed with obtaining their daily kiss before daycare, both stumbling their way out of the car to meet a teacher that helped them inside. "God they're so precious, as are you," (y/n) said, as she softly pinches June's cheek.

"Mooom," June dragged, now in the 'always embarrassed by parents' teenager phase. "Could we talk about Yesterday? You know, with whatever Dad said?”

“Yes! Actually, before we start would it be cool if we play hooky?” There wasn’t a ‘cooler’ parent between the two as they usually were very lenient, but this definitely bought (y/n) some cool parent points.

“What?! Are you sure? Is Dad okay with it?”

“Of course, he encouraged it really. Just a girl's day for us, can go shopping and eat lunch? Whad’ya think babe?”

“Freak it.” Or for translation, June’s way of saying fuck it.

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“Can you maybe … tell me how it worked for you? How you … decided?” June said nervously, still nervous about the topic.

“Yeah, of course, baby. It’s a much longer story than your fathers, but I’ll try to condense it:

“At your age, it’s such a period of confusion, and a lot of times your family can agitate that. From seventh grade to about my senior year of high school, I had what I now call my ‘identity crisis. Really, it was rooted in sexual confusion and overall expression but at the time, it was the most dramatic thing happening since the death of mom.”

The two were sitting in the car, having stopped by a local cafe for coffee before sitting in the mall parking lot. It was an odd place, but comfortable given the two were together. (y/n) and Harry prided themselves off of being an open family and sharing details of their past, but this wasn’t something June had heard of in such detail yet. Because of this, she was extremely absorbed in what her mother was saying.

“It’s really funny to me now, because that’s how I deal with things, I guess. But at the moment, I was-“ (y/n) turned her head to look out the window of the car, needing a small moment before recalling the most difficult time of her life. “It’s ridiculous because I know I should say losing mom was painful, but this whole sexuality thing tore me apart in a different way. It was silent, and it was internal. There was no one I could tell, not until my junior year.

“Anyway, going back to the plotline, yes. I did have a close friend I liked. She is mainly the reason I began to question, that and being a little too obsessed with Stevie Nicks. Sidebar: that was one thing that your father and I initially bonded on.” (y/n) finally lifted her head to see her daughter who stared at her with much adoration. Although she was a mother, this specific conversation still made her extremely insecure due to years of denial from family. She could only hope to raise her kids in a contrasting environment. “It was really hard, and I did become depressed and, well, suicidal frankly. Coming from a background like mine, there isn’t a ‘good’ view on anyone who is gay and that combined with my father's overall conserved nature, I was terrified. Then there was the back-and-forth: am I gay? Am I straight? Am I faking it? Does it matter? And the answer, to the last one at least, is yes it does fucking matter.”

“It made you that sad? Trying to figure it out? Dad says I’ll always be the same girl, why was it such a big deal for grandpa?”

“It was hard on me that I didn’t have someone noticing this pain I was going through. I, unfortunately, did not have someone to tell me that it was okay, and it was normal. God, I felt like such a deviant,” (y/n) laughed in an attempt at raising the mood. “When I finally got around to telling your grandpa, he said that mom mentioned it to him once, before she passed. He claims that she said I was going to be different, and he would have to understand that. Mothers always know. And he did, at least, he tried. It was hard to go from always saying future husband to future partner but he got the hang of it. You’re never too old to change your views and grandpa is the best example of that. He’s also very proud of his son-in-law for being so open about everything including sexuality, says that makes our relationship stronger and is the biggest reason he permitted your Dad to propose.”

"I don't even know what to say, that's kind of insane mom."

(y/n) laughed. The pain of her past has subsided over the years, and it was relieving to be able to recount it. "So insane. What else can I say about this? Two aunts were really rude about it and dad got so angry. It made me cry seeing him fight for me. After that, things just all worked out. It's still a hard topic, it took me forever to tell your dad. I thought he was going to be grossed out," (y/n) laughed again out of remembrance, cheeks warming from embarrassment.

"Mom! How could he, I'm sure he was the same as when you two met but dad would beat himself if he ever hurt you. And, that's really nice to hear about grandpa." June was amused over the change of topic and touched her mom was letting this information out.

"No, no. He's always been so attentive and needy," (y/n) giggled, June joining. "You should ask him about it, he's such a sap but that story especially gets a few tears out of him."

"Oh, definitely will do."

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After the two had strolled around the mall a bit and found a few new pieces of clothing (what could (y/n) say, she had the tiniest shopping addiction) June opened up the conversation once more.

"So, how long does it take to know know."

"Oh babe, there's no number I can give you that works for everyone. You can't really but a timeline on these things. I will say there are stages, like definitely a questioning period, but you might not spend time experimenting with labels or you will. It's really hard to say. Personally, it was like six-ish years for me?"

They continued to roam the store, June now looking at jeans with embroidered details. "Hm." She looked deep in thought, but not nearly as conflicted as Harry described her to be the night prior. "I'm thinking about it mom, and I might be sure about it."

As (y/n) moved June into her arms into a Styles' classic bear hug, she hummed in joy. "I am so happy to hear that baby. We are so proud of you, and you're still our same baby but you're developing your identity and we're just so proud to be your parents. Please, babe, don't worry about this, we're here always to defend you through anything. Although, half of our friends and family are gay or something too." (y/n) gave her a smirk, both chuckling at the situation. "Now, if we're done here maybe we can stop by your dad's fav strawberry dealer, he sent me a message he was craving some."

June followed her mom out of the store after deciding to buy the jeans, body warming at the thought of having what she considered to be the best parents in the world.

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Part two done! kinda obsessed with this storyline now, so let me know what else you want to see from this precious family. ily!