#It seems to me that this will all end badly

[hearts4chriss]

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍.

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐁𝐒𝐅! 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐏𝐎𝐂 𝐛𝐬𝐟

prompt by this request: "chris getting jealous bc his bsf seems flirty with matt so he confesses his feelings and it ends with smuttttt”

contains: HELLA SMUTTT, Chris confessing his feelings, mad jealous Chris, dom!chris, suggestive, “flirting” w Matt??, Chris and yours first kiss, choking, spanking, degrading names (slut, whore yktv), MUCH dumification, use of pet names (mama, baby, sweetheart, good girl, pretty girl, sweet girl ), stomach bulge!, flashbacks of Chris fantasizing about you, overstimulation, cream pie, squirting, Chris having a massive cock obviously, missionary, slight m!oral, aftercare as always!! Heavy ( bath tg, praising, concerned!chris reassurance

a/n- this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so here it is

For years, since we were kids. I’ve always had a huge crush on my bestfriend.

I couldn’t get over her no matter how hard I tried and it grew more and more especially since she lives in LA now and we see her almost everyday.

It got worse. So bad. I needed her

I remember seeing her in an orange bikini complimenting her gorgeous features. The way the bottoms hugged her curves making her ass pop out was enough to make me finish in my pants.

She was gorgeous, I wanted to have her badly but it was Nearly impossible fo get her alone.

Especially with Matt around. It pissed me off when I’d see them laughing together or making tiktoks.

That’s my girl

I remember sitting in my room scrolling on instagram when I got the notification she posted on her story

Fuck she looked so good.

the way the grey shorts hugged her ass just how I liked, she looked so gorgeous too.

I, unintentionally started palming myself through my sweats.

I couldn’t help it she had such an affect on me.

I pulled my sweats down revealing my boxers with a wet spot where my tip was.

“Shit”. I groan pulling them down fully as my dick slapped against my stomach begging to be touched, wishing it was her hand and not mine.

I began to stroke myself with shaky hands imagining it was her lips wrapped around me and I throw my head back against the pillows as my mind wandered

She was irresistible, I had to have her.

We always had a flirty thing going on and I didn’t think it would get this far.

Until…

Today was on of those days where I was in the kitchen leaning on the counter drinking a Pepsi pretending to watch TV as I listen to her faint giggles as her and my fucking brother watched TV.

I felt my hand tighten around the can as I saw how close they were, knowing he didn’t like her but I didn’t care. I wanted her all too myself.

I sighed throwing my can out coming up with an idea to figure out a way to get her for me.

Matt and nick going to get food.

“hey Matt, wanna go get some food? Y/n likes this Chinese place it’s about an hour away, nick prob wants to go”. I say smiling with a cocky grin and he rolls his eyes.

“Okay fine I’ll be back in like 4 fucking hours nick let’s go!”. Matt tells and Nick comes downstairs.

“Y/n, you’re so lucky we love you”. Nick says sarcastically and they walk out the house but fuck something about the way Matt looked at her before he left just made me more pissed off.

“Chris?”. I stand up adjusting my shorts as the grey material rolled up my ass and my tank top hugged around my tits the watching Chris’s eyes wander.

“What the fuck are you trying to do to me”. Chris mutters into my ear, his hand wrapping around my neck and my breath hitches.

“W-what are you talking about?”. I shudder as his blue eyes pour into mine with an unhappy expression giving me a pity laugh.

“Flirting with my brother in front of me? Seriously?! Is it not obvious how much I want you?”. Chris confessed his nose touching mine making me gulp, my thighs closing together accidentally.

There was no doubt Chris was attractive but hell if I knew he liked me shit I’d probably let him fuck me or something.

“You? Want me?” I said slightly confused and utterly shocked and he takes a deep breath.

“you have no fucking idea how much I want you, and I have no problem showing him that your my girl”. Chris gave me a sly smile picking me up by my ass carrying me downstairs to his room.

“C-Chris wait-“. I was cut off by him kissing me and I melt into his touch. His hands grip my ass tighter making me gasp, his tongue massaging mine as I moan into the kiss.

“Strip”. He demands standing me up and I tilt my head. And he gives me those eyes and immediately comply beginning to peal of my clothes leaving me in a matching set of orange. Chris’s favourite colour.

“Fuck ma you look so pretty..all for me right?” He asks his hands playing with my bra strap making my panties dampen.

“Yes Chris- all for you”. I match his gaze and he smirked pushing me on the bed as I scooted back leaving him room to climb above me.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you”. Chris leaves a soft kiss to my cheek practically ripping my panties off me and I squirm.

“Chris! I liked those!”. I whine and he rolls his eyes pulling down his sweatpants and boxers in one movement and his thick, and painfully hard cock springs out hitting his stomach and my heart beat picks up

how the fuck was that supposed to fit inside me?

Chris took in my nervous expression and let out a soft laugh placing his hands on my thighs

“Spread ur legs for me”. He taps my legs and I spread them apart revealing my wet pussy, the arousal glistening on my inner thighs.

he runs a finger along my slit and I jolt slightly at the sudden sensation.

“shit- ur so wet, did i make you like this? Or was it my brother”. Chris asked tilting his head, his jawn clenched ans my breath hitched as he continued moving his finger.

“No answer? Guess I’ll fuck the answer out of you”. Chris pressed my legs against my chest before slamming his cock deep inside me, stretching me out painfully I almost couldn’t take it.

“f-fuck Chris! T-too much!”. I stutter trying to push his hand away but he quickly slaps it away, using my legs as leverage to begin pounding my inside me.

Chris didn’t give me time to adjust to his large size, tears already forming on my eyes from the pleasure.

“shit- your pussy feels so good, better than I’ve imagined”. He let out a deep groan watching how my pussy sucked him in, Chris’s hips driving into mine as I squint my eyes shut.

“Already becoming a mess on my cock? Should’ve kept matt here so he could see how much of slut you are for me”. Chris grips my neck angling his hips to thrust deeper and I squeal, my eyes meeting with his blues, an electric feeling shooting through me.

He wouldn’t let up his pace, his cock plunging into my tight hole as the pain turned to pleasure thankfully as my cunt morphed to fit his dick.

And Chris was fucking right, I was a slut for him and I has tried to hide it this whole time by being innocent and flirtatious with his brother but the second I was underneath him, I was begging for him to touch me

“Oh shitt- d-don’t stop- fuck”. I throw my head back on the soft pillows, moaning curses breathlessly, my tits bouncing with his quick and hard movements, bound to leave bruises between my thighs burning with sensation.

“mmph fuck- wasn’t planning on it pretty girl”. He moaned, completely infatuated with how I wrapped around him perfectly, like I was made for him. And shit- was he made for me.

She felt so good, almost as if her pussy and every thing about her was made for me.

I couldn’t get enough of her, the Moans and squeaks of my name leaving her swollen lips could’ve made me cum on the spot.

the way she could barley form a sentence as I fucked her, and I wasn’t even close to being done with her yet.

I was going to make sure she knew that she was mine, my fucking girl.

“Chris-you feel so good”. She moaned my name again, turning me on much more than it should’ve, the way her eyes barely opened, and how she’d bite her and stare at me grasping her breasts.

“yeah? you like when I fuck you dumb like this? Can’t even get a word out?”. I taunt, I gripped her neck tighter, her legs finding their way up on my shoulders crying out my name like it’s the only one she knew.

I couldn’t even answer, the things he were asking me required my full attention and shit- I was so far gone.

“I suggest you answer me ma because your about to to cum”. Chris presses his chest on mine, our noses touching as he breathed heavily into my mouth while I reciprocated the same action.

“mm-m I-fuck I-i love it”. I shudder on each word, praying he heard me because I really could not talk right now. I squeezed my eyes shut and he chuckled seeing how speechless he fucked.

“God I could listen to you like this all day”. Chris grunted into my ear as I felt the stomach coil I had began to burst unexpectedly from the overwhelming pleasure.

Chris made me squirt

“S-shit! I’m sorry I-“. I shook as the fluids made a mess over his lower stomach but gasping as he didn’t slow down.

“Never apologize that was hot as fuck- got one more in you?”. He pants resting his head on my shoulder quickening his pace and I whimper gripping his back.

“Oh god Chris- I-I can’t”. My nails run down his back making marks and he bites his bottom lip as I pulled him closer.

His hips pushing into mine, as my juices had coated his cock, leaking out of me creating a wet sensation of our sex.

“You can take it baby, being such a good girl, fuck just one more”. He let out a shaky moan throwing a my leg around his waist and I let out a loud moan at the angle Chris’s cock hit, brushing my g-spot.

“C-Chris ur so deep-“. I let out pornographic sounds and he gave me a deep kiss before pressing his hand where his dick was poking through.

his hand pressed down on the bulge in my stomach and I felt the tears run down my face from the overwhelming pleasure.

“that’s all me baby- fuck I love ur pussy so much-“. He stutters throwing his head as hair sticks to his forehead, the sight was more than appealing.

His slightly parted lips producing whimpers, curses and moans of my name. The way he squeezed my hips making sure I could feel every thick inch of him and the sweat coating over his body.

Her lips parted releasing pants and moans of my name and the occasional “fuck”, her hair now sweated out with hickeys along her neck and tits reminding her that she was mine now. The way her nails would grip my back drawing marks that showed how much she enjoyed it.

“Oh shit- ma- can I cum inside you? M’need you so bad-“. He moans into my neck and I shiver and chant yes’s.

Chris released his seed inside me triggering a second hard orgasm for me, creaming his dick as my body shook.

I turned my head to lay on the pillow before he could catch a glimpse of me, slowly sliding his cock out of me.

He took one look at me and his eyes immediately shifted to one of concern

“wait wait shit- did I hurt you?”. Chris started, seeing how my legs shook from the orgasm I just had.

“please talk to me”. He cupped my cheeks and I gave him a soft smile.

“I’m fine Chris that was- shit- the best sex I’ve ever had”. I let out a quiet sigh and a smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled me into a bridal style hold.

“Well come on let’s get you cleaned up, I wanna spend time with my girl”. He giggled like a child and I rolled my eyes as he carried me into the bathroom running a warm bath for both of us

“No seriously tho your okay?”. He said softly rubbing my shoulders as we soaked in the warm tub.

“Chris the way you put that dick on me I’m more than ok”. I kissed his cheek and his cheeks flushed a bit as he leaned back against the tub whilst I’m in his arms.

She’s really my girl.

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[atyourmerci]

I hope your daddy doesn’t own a gun

Southern dbf!abby

Cw: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, subfem!reader, age gap (r! Is 20, abby is in her 30s), masturbation, phone sex if you squint and turn your head, lil sprinkle of degradation, fingering, voyerism, no y/n, no pdor

A/N: I hate this<3

They all saw you as a child, still just daddy’s little girl in your pigtails and bloomers. Even at twenty, after ditching the pigtails and swapping the bloomers with mini skirts that let your ass peak out, didn’t deter their perception of innocence.

Your father was a wealthy man, charismatic and giving that drew the people around him in. Most of his friends watched you grow from childhood, through the ugly duckling phase, all the boyfriends, and growth of your now womanly figure. Not that they noticed. Not that you cared- other than her, Abigail, your father’s best friend from college. Abigail went on to work at your father’s company after college and frequented your life from birth.

You couldn’t recall when it shifted, when she went from your father’s best friend to a toy dangled in front of your face, so close yet unattainable. Clean cut, dressed in button ups, khakis, the cowboy boots that peaked through the bottom of them. Her hair neatly tied in a braid.

The only time you’d seen it down was when your dad held a backyard rager you snuck out to watch. Most of the party had dissipated late into the night, but you had spotted Abby and one of the receptionists in your pool. You watched as the pretty receptionist lazily dragged the strands out with her fingers as Abigail worked her mouth around her chest.

Thats when the heat in your chest began for her, watching her control. Seeing how she could have anything she wanted. You wanted her to desire you, need you so badly shed take you there, even with the risk of wondering eyes.

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This night ended as they all did. At the end of the night you’d get sent to your room so they could smoke cigars and speak of vulgarities that you now were more than aware of. For fucks sake you were in college now, getting tossed around by pitiful girls that still couldn’t make you come. Abby would, you knew it.

You’d touch yourself at night to the thought of her for the past couple of years, she’d know how to take care of your needy cunt. You’d think of yourself in the pool that night, how your fingers would dance through her hair. The scent of musky pine still overwhelming your senses even though her skin was bleached of pool water. How her fingers would feel deep inside you, her hand covering your mouth to quiet you.

Your father would kill her.

“Alright hun, why don’t you head to bed,” your father says after a fit of laughter. Everyone continues the comfort, your eyes dart to Abby, who seems to be the only one privy to your father’s prompt.

“Dad don’t you think i’m too old for that now,” you try not to get defensive but it comes out bitchy. He gives you that stern glare, the ‘don’t make me ask you again’ look and you glance back at Abigail who gives you a pitied pout, “be a good girl, listen to your father.”

You huff out, making a scene and storming off. Slamming your bedroom door behind you, infuriated. Pissed at your father for treating you like a child still, pissed at Abigail for backing him up. Pissed that she looked so good tonight, the way she put her hand on your lower back to pass you, whispering a ‘xcuse’ me darlin’. Maybe it was her goal to work you up just to leave you helpless and begging.

Your window has a shot of the backyard, all your father’s friends laughing over cigars and bourbon. Pissed how she called you a good girl, right in front of your father, everyone, knowing the effect it would have on you.

She wanted to tease you, work you up in front of everyone? Then they should all watch what she did, a careless act on both ends.

Throwing yourself on your warm sheets, pulling up your sundress to reveal your bare cunt. Driving your head back into the sheets as your fingers work at the pulsing flesh, so tense from the slow incline Abby had you on all day. Your fingers slid so easily through your folds, pearly white slick coating your harsh fingers.

Your breath panting and eager, so ready to revel in your own pleasure after being ripped from it. You’re already close, feeling your stomach tighten in anticipation as you feel your phone buzz at your side. ‘Abigail Anderson’ illuminates your face, without giving yourself a chance to catch your breath you answer.

“Don’t you dare think of coming,” Abby says sternly. Your face flushes, fuck. You peer your weary eyes at the window next to your body, Abby stands a couple feet away from the men, staring dead at you through the glass.

“Wha-“ you pant out, staring dumbly at the woman that never gave you this extent of her control. Your head drops back down onto your pillow, too embarrassed to admit your shameful actions.

“I didnt tell you to stop, did I sweetheart?” Abby says with smugness in her tone.

“N- no ma’am,” giving into her so easily, running your hand down your body to meet back at your sopping cunt that buzzes at her words. “Good girl… you like that, don’t you?” She says doubling down- so fucking sure of her power over you, your mind, your cunt.

“Yes Abby- yes! please Im so close,” you bite down on your lip for relief, your hole clenches over nothing, fingers eagerly tracing circles around your swollen bud. Any moment you’d break, heels digging into your frilly sheets as your chest soaks with sweat. You hear the line go flat on your phone.

You were too fucked to stop, you were going to let yourself have this. Gripping into the sheets you prepare yourself, legs shaking as your door swings open to Abigail. Your legs wide open for her eyes to feast on, she takes a moment to gawk at the sight before locking the door behind her.

She walks over to the head of your bed, unbuttoning her shirt as she watches you drive lazy motions over your clit. She discards her shirt to the side, revealing her bare chest. Climbing so slowly up to you she places her hand on your sloppy cunt, cupping it as her other hand covers your mouth, “Don’t make a sound and I’ll let you come.”

Wild eyed you nod your head, letting her run her thick fingers down the slit of your cunt to collect your release. The smell of pine thick in the air, the sound of her fingers dragging in and out of you the only peep to be heard.

“you think about this all the time don’t you darlin? Turned into a nasty little girl, didn’t ya.” Abby begins to pick up her pace, fingers sliding in so easily. Your eyes roll back, mind going numb.

“Tight little cunt you got, swallowing my fucking fingers,” you try not to scream out, but her unrelenting pace at your hole was getting to be too much. The feeling of spilling over hitting you once again. Your screams are muffled by her meaty hands, but she can feel your pulse around her.

“You gonna come baby?” Abby coos, looking at you pitied and cruel. You shake what motion you still had left in your head.

“Be quiet so your daddy doesn’t hear what a whore his little girl is,” she laughs at how pathetic you are, all from just her fingers.

like that you’re set off, squirming under her heat as she fucks your pussy through it, watching you opened mouth panting as your head pushes into your plush pillows. Biting into the flesh of her palm cant block off the guttural scream you let out. She pushes down harder at your mouth but only pushes her fingers deeper. Every last drop she was going to get out of you.

Thats when you hear the ring of a jiggle on your locked doorknob.

[nalyra-dreaming]

I've seen the episode!!!

(Some comments and) SPOILERS!!!!

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Louis saying it was a betrayal and that he wants to be punished for it just when he finds happiness again via a hallucination of Lestat is so... ugh. Louis, honey, god. Also him imagining Lestat biting him - as a punishment, but he also wants it so badly, baring his neck, not trying to fight it, offering himself up there, he just wants the connection so badly. 😭 And god, Louis having Lestat call him out on his own denial. Damn. And Louis knowing he invited this Lestat as a distraction.

Also... that was definitely foreshadowing to how Louis will think the trial went.

And of course it would be a bat. Of course.™

Claudia driving them onwards, not giving one shit is just... incredible. Delainey is Claudia.

I was also right that she honed her senses and available gifts, more than Louis has his (which fits)

Daniel calling their plight the hunt for Moby Dick

Claudia is also... beautifully hopeful, and thereby almost desperately (intentionally) naive. She just wants to connect, so badly. To find more of their kind. And closes her eyes to what she sees. *deep sigh*

That "Adam and Even and God" comment was hilarious. Oh man, I cannot wait to see what the show will make of / with QotD and Memnoch etc.

Not only is Louis aware of forgotten memories now, he actively pursues them, and he has apparently read the missing pages before. And knows he has forgotten.

Claudia's diaries are unreliable, too (as predicted). Also, Louis correcting his own tale there, lol. Also: Armand‘s look and suggestion there.

Daniel and his little speech as to how he works… you go Daniel. “Here’s almost all the story“ lol

“Human affairs“

The revenants.... "the blood is bad here" *shivers* - I BET that's already setting up the "turning fails" arc with Amel, right there

God that old vampire connecting with Claudia, and then throwing herself into the fire in despair. God.

Morgan's arc was nicely condensed, the scene fittingly horrific

I live for Claudia speaking all the languages, but I noticed some of the subtitles were wrong

Whoever doubted DM happening... well. Sorry, but I AM seeing it. The looks, the smirks, the bitching.

Also "real Rashid" (lmao) - who, btw, does not wear a mask! What if the encounter with Eudoxia Marius had went differently and this is Rashid?

... someone wanting to buy a tryptich they haven't even put up for sale... *coughs* Marius? *coughs* (I mean, who else would know they have it? Or the Talamasca, maybe)

God that Dubai bedroom screams cage. And Armand controlling even the lights with his little iPad. Someone edit a blender into a screenshot of that scene.

The look Lestat gives Claudia at that last part of Louis' little speech. Devastating.

Also: the "I do I do I do I do I do"... Louis. Sweetie. I mean, I get it, but still.

Armand's comment that the boy from San Francisco is still in Daniel. Now if that is not foreshadowing.

A propos foreshadowing: Louis saying he will not choose the fire while Claudia walks the earth. *help*

"We cannot be the only good ones". Yeah... about that. -.-

Louis being so relieved that what Claudia wrote was not the truth

The. Score.

Louis pacifying Armand there with the little touches at the end. LOL (the whole setup makes me wonder if ARMAND has also forgotten some things btw). Also that little thank you kiss

The Groan. Once more seemingly when Armand is displeased, so it could be a metaphysical manifestation after all, especially since Louis seems to comment on it. (It could also be a red herring, we'll see.)

Daniel‘s “we‘ll get to you“ to Armand (lol)

Louis‘ guilty look to Lestat when he tries to pep talk Claudia 😭

EDIT: there were two very short flahback scenes with a comment to memory, which is setting up the big one later, no doubt about it, ugh

I legit teared up so often.

I have missed them all so much.

It's all I wanted, and more. Cannot wait to scream about it with everyone.

Also, last but not least: can I just say how glad I am our writers are playwrights.

[gin-juice-tonic]

I've been thinking a lot about gender identity and stuff lately, but to my shame I’m not the most educated person when it comes to lgbt related stuff. Every time I try to search it to learn more I end up freaking out and clearing my browsing history because of the feeling of being watched. I know I’m being unreasonable, but it’s stronger than me. I don’t have anyone to ask about this kind of stuff. Everyone around me is negative about lgbt, I grew up among this negativity. I’m afraid to ask my online friends because I don’t want to seem ignorant or stupid. What have I decided to do? Send an anonymous ask to a stranger about my concerns (sorry about that), whose blog helped me to accept the fact that I might not be who I though I was at the first place. It feels more safe. Back to the point.

As a teen I used she/they pronouns and a different gender-neutral name online for years. I still do it as an adult and now I realise that “she” was more like a compromise for me because it was what I used to be referred as for my whole life, but didn’t feel quite comfortable with. So it’s they/them for me, I guess. Okay. I’ve always preferred to not be related to any gender, but now I see that there’s more to it. I might be a nonbinary, but what if I’m actually an agender? I also consider the possibility of being a genderfluid because one moment I wear a dress and think that it looks good, and the other moment I cry in front of a mirror because of the idea of wearing it. So yeah, it depends on my mood. I don’t know how it works. I’m just so confused. The only thing I know that I’m not comfortable with being referred to as a female anymore. I’ve never really been.

Admittedly, as someone who is binary trans, I do not have a lot of knowledge in this area. I do know what it’s like to not know what you’re “supposed to be” though. And I know it can be frustrating and scary to be lost in trying to figure out your own identity. 

I asked some of my friends, who are nonbinary and genderfluid themselves, and the first thing we all have to say is you should allow yourself more kindness. I am sorry that you grew up around so much negativity. But I want you to know that it’s both okay to feel afraid but also okay to not know everything. If a friend is going to treat you badly for asking questions, they’re not a very good friend. 

One of my friends says the part you said about “making compromises” resonated a lot with them a lot, so you aren’t alone there. As for how you feel in a dress, clothes do not equal gender. You can like how you look in a dress without any of it having to do with girl-ishness. I suggest you try to think about why you like it when you do, and why you don’t when you don’t. My friends also suggested trying other clothes you can express yourself with. Think about why you like them, or why you don’t like them. (Of course, sometimes the answer has nothing to do with gender. I like athletic clothing because they make me look sporty, which is a neutral thing. But it’s good to know what parts aren’t related to gender at all too.) That extends beyond clothes too, any part of your presentation that you think you can play with without getting yourself into danger, you should. 

It’s tempting to feel like you have to scramble to figure out a label. Especially when advice and other people you can talk to can feel sort of “grouped” under them. And there’s a lot of knowledge to be gained that way for sure. But there’s a lot of knowledge to be gained just in figuring out what you do and don’t like. What makes you feel bad, what makes you feel at ease, what makes you super excited. You‘ve got it nailed down that you don’t like being called a female, that’s not a bad start! 

If your friends are people you think are good and kind, I would suggest reaching out to them so that you can explore things a little more with them, considering they know you better than I would. I know it's scary, but there's nothing wrong with not knowing things, and I hope they'd be aware of that too. And even if you call yourself something now and explore more into it, there's no harm if in the future it doesn't fit so good. There's no wrong way to be a gender, and more importantly there's no wrong way to be you.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for how I handled the end of a relationship?

i genuinely thought it was simply communication struggles, and some shitty chance circumstances, but some of my friends thought i was a dick about it, so here we go.

I (16 M) started talking to this girl, let's call her K (16 F), last summer. we bonded over shared interests (zelda, mostly) and some shared trauma. without getting into it, we both helped each other through some very hard times. a month or two after we met, she asked me to homecoming (school dance). at the time, i was unsure of my sexuality, but I'm a pretty touchy/flirty person in general, and i guess we had been flirting. anyways, i ended up saying yes, and i genuinely thought i liked her romantically.

anyways. school starts up again, and we decided to call once a week, because we live a decent distance apart, and didn't see each other in person. over the course of these calls, i started to realize that i really wasn't sure if i knew what romantic love was, if i felt it for her, and stuff along those lines, but i always said "i love you" and stuff like that. now, about a month into us dating, it really hit me that i did not actually like her romantically, and that i simply felt very strong friendship feelings for her. i confessed this to her, telling her that i thought i was aromantic.

and that's where i fucked up. i told her that although I didn't romantically like her, i felt more than platonically toward her, something along the lines of queerplatonic, and said i would be okay with it if we kept dating, as long as she knew i didn't romantically like her. she agreed.

I don't know if she fully understood, at the time, but it ended up not mattering. about a month later, I brought K to my school's homecoming dance. she met all of my friends, and we had a lot of fun. but the big thing that happened was that i was struck very aggressively by the fact that i liked another friend of mine (X, 17 M) probably romantically, definitely aesthetically, possibly sexually. This led me to realize that i was, in fact, gay and some form of aromantic. (X still does not know i feel this way about him)

I didn't tell K the night of homecoming. Three days later, i was freaking out really badly ahout being in his relationship i probably should've ended already, and i texted her and told her i couldnt handle a relationship and that i was probably gay but that i still wanted to stay friends with her.

at the time, K seemed super chill with it, but i found out later from a mutual friend that she was actually super upset. K and i have talked about it since, and she doesn't seem upset anymore, and i think i was just doing the best i could with what i knew at the time and trying not to hurt anyone, but another friend of mine thinks i was a dick about everything.

so, Tumblr, AITA?

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A sequel from this piece

https://www.tumblr.com/midastouch-zaza/747923977422487552/jiheon-getting-ravaged-while-her-unnies-watches?source=share

where the other members of Fromis 9 call the MR to use him as their stress reliever. If you can, how would each member use the MR to relieve their stress?

[Hello anon, I actually didn't expect for someone to request a second part of this work, so I had to think about it quite a lot. It's tough to manage 8 girls(yes, of course, I'm including Gyuri) in a single pièce but let's give a try to this. Also, if anybody needs it you can find here the first part]

After the night when the members discovered how you really treated their maknae, the 8 girls decided that they wanted their revenge. Jiheon actually tried to reassure them, saying that it was normal to be that wild during sex, but her unnies already took their decision.

Surely the youngest didn't expect the punishment to involve sex, trusting the affection and the worries of her members. But I guess the memory of you destroying the poor girl was now impressed in their mind and, even if nobody wanted to admit that, they also wanted a piece of you.

They all decided to spend some time with you to use you as stress reliever; they all planned different things, someone acting alone, others in small group, but all of them with the same aim: fuck or be fucked by you as that night.

Saerom, being the leader, decided to work alone. She went for the simplest plan: come to your house and confront you. It was fun to see how quickly she switched from being all angry to begging you to not stop, while you were fucking her on your sofà. The fit girl was bouncing wildly on your cock, she really needed a good fuck and you were glad to take away all her worries, and you were even more glad to do her your bitch. When you finished with her, she just accepted her new role, sucking your cock clean;

Jisun, on the contrary, was the most tough to manage. From the first moment, she was really honest with you. "I want you to fuck me like you did with Jiheon, but if you fail, I will tell her that you cheated on her", now you were the one stressed. You really gave your everything with her, thrusting into her holes with all your might but she seemed to be insatiable. In the end after half day spent between bed and shower, you were sure that her sex hungry was satisfied, at least for the moment;

Jiwon really thought of being smart: taking you for a date and trying to get you drunk. Too bad that her plan badly failed when she got drunk first. At the end of the night she was slurring and begging you so much to give her a good fuck, so you just brought her in a filthy alley and fucked her like the cheapest whore of the town, filling her ass with your sticky cum while pressing her body against the wall of a building and then making her return to their durm while your seed was still leaking from her slutty shorts;

Hayoung and Gyuri tried to pull a 2vs1, acting all bossy and rude, cursing at you but without stopping for a second to glance at your bulge. Now, they kinda succeeded with their plan, using you as their sexual toy for an entire night. First they edged you for hours, bringing you so close the climax everytime but without never letting you reach it and then doing the opposite, overstimulating you until your body was twitching: their mouths didn't let your cock alone for a second, keeping to stimulate it even when you were sure about not having more cum;

The 2000 line went even rougher with you, having to satisfy Chaeyoung, Nagyung and Seoyeon alone was such an hard task; they were way more soft as characters but they were still 3 and they didn't have a particular plan: they just wanted to follow their own pleasure, using every part of your body they could think of: your cock, your mouth, your finger, your ass, your legs... every centimeters of your skin was covered with their juices.

In a week circa you fucked all the members of your girlfriend and now you were exhausted, but now all of them, for different reason, seemed to be satisfied and in peace with you. Now they had no problems with you fucking their maknae dumb or being at their dorm.

You were glad that things, on that side, were better than before; on the other side tho you had to satisfy nine women alone, eight of them without being discovered by the ninth. Rough yet interesting and full of pleasure days were expecting you.

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Maybe Someday

Pairing: Joel Miller x older!Reader

Warnings: Idk anything about horses or how to prep them for rides.

Summary: You've been hardcore crushing on your neighbor Joel Miller since the day he, Tess and Ellie arrived in Jackson. Rumor has it he's in a relationship with Tess. Maybe someday he'll finally return your feelings.

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

I did my best not to mention anything very descriptive in this. Nothing about looks, gender, race, etc. If I messed up on anything please let me know. Thank you!

*****

" Stop day dreaming about Joel and get back to work, will ya? I'm trying to be out of here before I turn 90. " Maria's tone is laced with amusement.

I snap my eyes away from the man across the street. A warm rush crawls up my cheeks and I quickly turn my attention to the horse in front of me. " I'm not staring at anyone. " I argue, making sure Maria's horse's stirrups are secured properly.

" Sure, Y/N. " Maria chuckles slightly before getting up on the horse.

A small gruff laughter snaps my attention right back to Joel. He pats Ellie on the head before hopping onto his horse. Our eyes don't meet as he walks past the stall, his attention fully on the kid walking besides him.

" You know, there someone new in town I think you'd get along with. " Maria hums. " He's one of the new ones we brought in last week. "

I shake my head. " I'm good Maria. "

" What? Why? " Maria asks while we walk out of the stalls.

My nose scrunches at the thought of the last blind date Maria set me up on . The man was anything but a charmer, insisting on asking uncomfortable questions the moment we met up at the bar. Todd still winks at me whenever we happen to run into each other. " You don't have the best record for blind dates. "

" That's not true. " Maria shakes her head. " Sure, a few of them were misses, sure. But what about Jimmy? He was definitely a looker. "

I roll my eyes. " Maria! "

" What? I'm married, not dead. " She chuckles. The early morning sun sends a small glow over Jackson, making the normally bustling town seem slightly abandoned. Most people aren't out of their homes yet.

" He's only about 10 years younger than me. He was attractive though, I'll give you that. " Maria's obsession with setting me up on blind dates is at times, irritating. I understand she wants me to feel the same happiness she feels with Tommy, I'd just rather find it on my time. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to date someone while my mind's stuck on Joel.

I shouldn't be this flustered at the thought of our past conversations. They've always been polite and...normal. No romance in sight. Nothing worthy of replaying in my head over and over.

Somehow my heart doesn't seem to understand. When I look at Joel I feel like a teenager with a strong crush on a kid in their class. It's...ridiculous. I'm not a teenager and I haven't been for years.

So why doesn't this stupid crush understand?

" Just give it a shot, will you? One last time. If this one ends badly, I'll let go of all this forever. "

Maria and I arrive at the gate where Joel, Tommy and one of the newer residents are waiting.

" Fine. One shot. " I sigh.

A grin breaks out on Maria's face. " I'll let him know. "

I really don't understand why I agreed. Every blind date I've ever gone on has ended up in either heartbreak or disappointment. I guess part of me hopes she's finally setting me up with the one man I really want her to.

He has a girlfriend.

Maybe. They haven't fully come out as a couple. The lingering touches are hard to ignore though.

It's never going to happen. I need to drop it.

" Safe trip guys. " I smile at the patrol groups around the gate.

I watch as the group disappears outside of the gates. With a sigh, I turn around and head back to the stables.

Maybe this date turn out okay.

+++++

I was wrong.

I'm going to kill Maria.

It's been half an hour and I'm already thinking of ways to lose this guy.

" I'd protect you. With me, you have nothing to worry about. " Ryan states confidently while taking a swig from his moonshine. " I've killed so many of those freaks, it's child's play now. "

This man has spent the last ten minutes raving about his excellent infected killing skills.

We're in a world surrounded with infected every day, what on earth makes him think I want to think about it more?

" Mhm. " I hum while taking a sip of my own drink.

I glance around the very busy bar. It's a Friday night after all, everyone and their mother is here. My eyes land on Joel's familiar form. He's seated a few feet away at the bar, his back completely to the table Ryan and I are at.

I was so preoccupied with drinking enough alcohol to help me tolerate the man across from me that I hadn't realized he'd sat down.

" I've had a really good time with you. " Ryan smiles widely.

Wish I could say the same. He spent the entire time talking. I could hardly get a word in. I've never seen a person with so much to say. Now that I think about it, I've never met someone with such a big ego either. You'd think this guy saved humanity or something.

Stop. Be polite.

I force a smile. " I completely agree. " I lie through clenched teeth. I'm counting down the minutes until it turns 10. I told Maria I'd stay an hour and I intend to follow through with that but man is this guy making it hard.

A short, gruff chuckle softly fills my ears. I glance over at Joel. He takes a swig of his drink, trying to hide the fact he was laughing.

He's listening.

" You know, when Maria said she was going to set me up with an older person, I have to admit, I was a bit hesitant at first. "

" Oh? " I raise an eyebrow at Ryan's remark. Where is he going with this?

Maria hadn't told me she was setting me up with another younger guy. She'd probably thought I would've immediately shot the idea down. She wasn't wrong.

Ryan nods. " Yeah, I've had my fair share of fucking old timers and I usually get stuck doing all the work but I have a feeling you're different. "

What the actual fuck.

I stare at the man across from me in shock. " Excuse me? " What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? Thank you?

" What I'm trying to say is, I think you're hot. We should go back to my place. Have a little fun, if you know what I mean. " Ryan smirks while making a gesture with his hand.

Well, that took a turn.

I shake my head, pushing myself away from the table. " I'm not interested. Thanks for the drink, but I should be going. " I grab my jacket and begin to pull it on.

So much for trying to make it to an hour. This guy is insane.

" Wait, you don't have to go. We could have fun. You look like the type to need a little more fun in your life. " Ryan stands up after me.

" Seriously, I'm ok. You have a good night. " I turn to leave.

Ryan quickly grabs my arm, trying to prevent me from leaving. " I literally gave you a fucking compliment a few minutes ago. You should be grateful I'm even willing to sleep with someone like you. I fucking lowered my standards for this. "

" Please let go of me. " I attempt to seem less shaken then I am.

Ryan doesn't listen. " You owe me. "

" Let go. " Joel's suddenly right next to Ryan. " Or I'll help you let go. "

Ryan glares at Joel. " What's your deal, man? This is a private conversation. Butt the fuck out. "

Joel ignores him, wrapping his hand over Ryan's. He yanks Ryan's arm off of me. " My 'deal' is you're a complete asshole who doesn't understand when someone is saying no. "

Ryan pulls his arm away from Joel, his face turning red from rage. " Fuck you, man. "

Joel's eyes darken. " Get the fuck out of this bar. If I see you around Y/N again you're a dead man. "

The threat sends a cold shiver down my spine. He's serious. There's no way he's not.

Ryan looks like he's about to say something else when Joel sends him a sharp look. Without another word, Ryan pushes past me, completely ignoring me in the process. "

The drama caused a few people to tune into the conversation.

Slightly embarrassed, I try to focus on Joel. " Thank you. " I mumble, rubbing my arm slightly. Even though his hand is gone, I can still feel how hard he was holding onto me.

This could've gone so badly tonight if Joel wasn't here. Thank god he was here.

" No need to thank me. That guy was a fucking asshole. Here, let me buy you a drink. I'm sure you're shaken up after that. " Joel gestures to the empty barstool near his abandoned seat.

I hesitate for a moment. Part of me wants to go back to the safety of my home. The other part is eager to have a chance to talk with Joel again. Deep down, I'm also slightly afraid Ryan might be waiting outside to get back at me.

" Sure. " I agree, taking a seat. The counter is sticky and cool under my arms.

Now that the drama is over, everyone's returned back to their previous conversations.

" Are you alright? " Joel asks.

I let out a sigh. " Just a little shaken up. And...confused. " let out a small uncomfortable laugh. " That was the most fucking confusing date of my life. I can't believe Maria tried to set me up with someone who talks like that. "

Joel grunts. " She's so invested in playing cupid that she's completely forgotten some people shouldn't be dating. "

" You've got that right. I'm pretty sure she's just setting me up with anyone who's available at this point. " I shake my head and gently swirl the alcohol the bartender handed to me. " I am never dating again. "

" That's a shame. " Joel takes a sip of his cup, his eyes trained in front of him. " I would've liked to take you out. "

What? My heart pounds.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. " Aren't you dating Jess? "

Joel's eyes widen as he looks over at me. " Jess? "

I nod slowly. " Yeah, aren't you guys dating? "

Joel shakes his head. " No. We're...we're not dating. We used to for a brief while before we came to Jackson, but things didn't work out. She fell in love with another guy. "

Whoa. I really read that wrong.

" Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea. "

Joel shakes his head. " It's all good. We weren't right for each other. " Joel is silent for a moment. " I'm sorry he treated you like that tonight. "

I shrug. " It's alright. It's what it is. "

" No, it's not. Nobody should be treated like that, especially you. " Joel turns so he's slightly facing me. " Look, I know you're not interested in dating again right now, but if you ever change your mind I'd love to take you out. Show you how a date should really go. "

Butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach. This is like a dream come true.

" I'd love that. " I reply with a grin. " I might have to take you up on that offer. I think I'm just not interested in blind dates anymore. "

A small smile breaks onto Joel's face, a rare sight. " Sounds like a plan then. How does tomorrow night sound? "

" Perfect. "

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Random Head cannons 2 🌼🥀

Characters: Savanaclaw + Octavinelle

CW: Mentions of first years, Leona accidentally commits arson, Ruggie is a klepto, platonic bromances with first years, little bit of violence in ruggie's, mentions of ED and body hcs in Azuls, mentions of slight nudity in Floyd's.

A/N: These two dorms are relatively small so I combined both into one post. Scarabia and Pomefiore will be condensed into one post as well.

Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated <3 hope you enjoy!

Leona

MY MAN <3 me and Leona are married Crewel officiated our marriage. (I literally don't know what headcannons to give this man HELP)

I like to think because he is a prince all the staff did everything for him so him changing to NRC and not having any retainers I can imagine he tried cooking once and almost set the dorm on fire.

He had to adjust to doing normal things himself since they were always done for him so I can imagine he STRUGGLED when Ruggie wasn't there (Unless he paid someone to do laundry for him before Ruggie than idk)

Off topic but I saw this one post and it was like "It's okay to commit murder but never okay to hit your wife." yeah that's Leona.

He'd hype his wife up in a fight and when asked he'd be like "I was taking a nap"

(How do you fall asleep in 3 seconds sir teach me your ways it takes me hours to fall asleep)

He can also get high on catnip btw

Ruggie

My favorite klepto freeloader

I can imagine first year Ruggie stealing from a particularly rich person and he goofed up badly Leona stepped in and beat them up and was like Bruh how do you fuck that up I am not helping you the next time you fail.

So *sips tea* even Ruggie has said himself his jaw is strong enough to where he can bite through bone and he can eat the bones too. Ruggie is a little terrifying because is Jaw is insanely strong (Stronger than jack and Leona's combined) so Ruggie could bite someone out of defense to break their arm and his jaw would survive. I think he figured this out once because he had to defend himself either because he got into a fight or someone attacked him and he bite them breaking their bone nearly ripping their arm off.

Between Floyd and Ruggie I'd rather not get bit by either :skull:

Jack

I can imagine first years as a bonding activity go to the gym together from an admiration point Jacks body build is really nice he's a buff guy and he's proud of it so I can imagine he gives tips to the others especially Epel and Deuce.

I also can imagine Ace trying to do a push up or a rep competition (He's not winning). Jack and Sebek end up winning.

Weird head cannon but I can imagine locker room talk between the first years is them admiring Jacks body build in a platonic bro way if anyone else does it Ace is running his mouth on them :skull: "Damn jack you seem to be getter buffer every day" Jack shows no emotion on his face but he's secretly happy to be receiving the compliments

Azul

I like to think he still has a bit of a tummy. It is implied that he has have an ED due to being bullied and an ED is something really sad to think about as much as I don't want to admit it I believe he may have one :(

His parents are divorced and I think he considers his step dad his "real dad". Now I don't know if he gets visitation, but basically in his mind he already replaced his deadbeat dad (I named him Liam because of a tik tok)

Ursula Canonically has a younger sister named Morgana so with this logic I want to say Azul as a half-brother who is an Affair baby. (I say half because biologically if you share a same mother you are technically full, but because Liam is his bio dad and he had another son it's half) and because of Morgana's character I think Azul wants to get to know his brother however I think his brother despises him and refuses too. New oc coming up.

Jade

Moray Eels have shitty vision so Jade wears glasses at night but contacts in the day. Floyd has glasses but chooses not to wear them Jade most likely tries to convince him to wear contacts 50% of the time he doesn't.

My favorite head cannon about Pookie Jade is he grows poisonous flowers and Poisonous flowers are one of my favorite interests. He likes to grow Oleander, Belladonna (Deadly Nightshade), and Azaelea. I feel like if he had a better greenhouse he can grow poisonous shrooms as well. (NOW I'm not saying he kills people, but Mafia theory people)

Floyd

Whenever Octo trio go swimming in a public place or at a beach, lake, etc. Floyd accidentally flashes people and almosst got charged with Public indecency many times so he's been banned from swimming in public.

Shrimps and Moray's have symbiotic relationship so I can imagine if he takes a liking to someone and names them his Shrimpy I bet he'd get real happy if they groomed him via brushing his hair, cleaning him up, etc. He'd give them food and would be their protecter by default in short he'd be down bad.

I wouldn't be surprised if he has ended up in Juvie before and probably has but got bailed out.

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↳ EVENT 17. C!M!Sydney (Corruption Kink)

Pairing: C!M!Sydney / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,587 Warnings: corruption kink, religious contexts, dubcon, dacryphilia, creampie Prompt(s): 12 — corruption kink Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: i don't think i've ever said, but a lot of my writing background is based in religious contexts. i spent my whole childhood in church, both protestant and catholic. exploring these kinds of topics has always been so fun for me, so thank you for giving me the opportunity to dive into them with fallen sydney!! such a fun character MWAH i hope i done him justice <3

There's nothing more annoying to him than to have a filthy slut present in his holy temple, especially one as pretty as you. Sitting there inconspicuously, pretending to pray, aren't you? His basis for assuming your faux worship? Intuition, maybe. A gut feeling that you're only present for nefarious reasons actually, taunting him with promiscuous behaviour from the side-lines with a cheeky smirk and a wink. Are you trying to provoke him? Loathe it as he may, it'd be difficult to deny that you aren't winning, that he isn't getting turned on by your mere presence, holy attire tenting from his seated position as he watches you carefully. Which is disgusting, a blasphemous act to endure during solemn prayer.

But he won't be bested by you yet. Ignoring the soft smiles and teasing movements you offer him—fuck, did you really have to wear that to the temple today? A short skirt, showcasing your beautiful thighs openly for him to stare at. Which is an annoying distraction, in all honesty, especially when he's supposed to be praying right now; giving thanks to his God, and instead he's fighting to keep his attention off of the way he so badly wants to dig his nails into the fat of your thighs, reprimand you in unholy privacy for enticing him so. And you know exactly what you're doing to him, don't you? Which makes it all the more frustrating. A vile seductress, in his temple? No, that'd never come to pass.

Though, isn't he part to blame, too? Hard cock under his garments, staining the fabric dirty with abundant beads of precum like some kind of preteen who just learnt about sex. Soiling the once sacred space with his impure thoughts, obscene scenes playing out in his mind mid prayer; all involving you. How badly he wishes to punish you for your egregious flirtation, sitting there all pretty just to divert his attention to where it really shouldn't be. Feigning innocence in the face of his all knowing eyes, shying away from his narrowed gaze and yet still— you check on him, don't you? Turn your head to the side, only to view him still staring, seething in the uncomfortable church seats as if he could barely stand the sight of you.

And it's only as you seem to have finished your little show and dance, standing up from the pew to signal the end of your performance, that he moves into action. Striding towards you with confident steps, applying a faux soft tone to hide his true intentions. His peers should be thankful that he's taking time out of his precious prayers to instead condemn you, catching up to you with a sugary sweet smile as a means to placate you to his searing touch. Hand wrapped tight around your wrist, he hopes it burns.

Just the same way your existence scorches his insides, a cleansing of his spirit that he's not sure if he hates or loves more. Don't worry, he's a rotten sinner just like you.

Harsh hands drag you through the temple, down various hallways and narrow corridors, knowing that you've probably got no idea how to get out from the messy layout he tugs you through. No escape from his touch, made to abide by his depraved instructions as he leads you somewhere private. All while ignoring your attempts to excuse your offensive actions— it's easier to neglect your whines than it is to come to terms with his own corrupted core.

Deep down, he knows he's just as bad as you. And whose fault is that, sweetheart?

"Here." He huffs, shoving you into a private prayer room, secluded out of the way from the vast majority of church goers. Ideal, the soundproofing will hides your begs of mercy. Waving away your attempts to reconcile his hard cock pointing right at you from above because it's easier when you're the one at fault, 'helping' you get situated on the floor by shoving you, only to kneel over you from his holier than thou position on top.

He takes a moment to regard you with suspicion. It's the perfect setting for you to be in right? The welling of tears in your eyes, are they borne out of pain from his push to the ground, or more because you feel sorry for provoking him into defilement?

Whatever the case, his cock throbs under your tearful stare regardless. The little sniffles you let out as you try to plead your case only cause his cock to grow fatter, leak more precum out in response to your pitiful apologies.

But it's not enough. A teasing tut escaping him before he shifts around, a hand on your shoulder helping you into flipping onto your tummy, another hand forcefully pushing your upper body down, ass up in the air for his secret enjoyment. "Think you're so cute, don't you?" He sighs at the sight of you on hands and knees for him, the fabric of his garments rustling with every twitch of his cock that your sobs cause him, sucking air in through his teeth at the way your ass sways instinctively. Only a whore would do such things, confirming his stance on punishing you. "Wanted my attention so bad, didn't you?" He continues to taunt you from behind, undressing as fast as possible so that his disappearance isn't noticed by many, so that others don't find him enacting revenge on your pretty body. And when you do very little to fight back, a mumbling mess on the floor, staining the hallowed ground with your sinful tears, he can't help but to think that he was right. You want him to deflower you, don't you? To punish you for acting so uncouth, sitting there all pretty without a care about the harsh, horrible world. And here he is, about to remind you of such niceties.

He coos down at you when he flips your skirt up, hissing at the sight of your bare cunt. Further proof of your submission, wet little cunt just begging to be disciplined, to be used like the little skank you're acting as. And it's not that he's any better, a shaky sigh forced past his trembling lips as he's forced to settle with the fact that he wants this too. Wants so badly to be inside of you, cock heavy in his hands as he lines himself up to your hole, fingers trembling with excitement at the mere prospect of tainting not only you— but himself too. A sorry mess of a man, pouting from behind at the feeling of your slick coating his cock as he takes to humping his full length along your slit, struggling to catch his breath when he realises that there's no going back now, he's gone too far.

A private fantasy turned reality, both hands on your ass. One spreads your cheeks apart so he has a better view of his cock sliding against you, so he can bare witness to the drops of pre and slick that stain the floor under you. So cute, he thinks to himself, and as he uses his other thumb to push his cock down, catching his tip on your tight little hole, he has the gall to scold you some more.

"This is all your fault, remember. You made me like this, you—"

Cut off by his eager cock dipping into your hole without warning, holding his breath in fear of missing hearing your pretty cries when he doesn't stop shoving. Bullying his fat cock fully inside of you until his balls rest against your backside, a shiver running through him at the way your insides pulse around him. So warm and wet, fuck, you really are a little nymph, aren't you?

And he, but a follower. A despiser. An enforcer, pulling his hips back only to immediately settle into a too unfair pace; for even himself. Dizzy with the desire pooling in his tummy, gasping at the way your hole sucks him in further, body betraying your otherwise denying words. A pang of guilt hits him especially when you beg for him to go slower, and he finds quickly that he can't. Some sort of unholy force that coerces him to continue, to delve deeper into your tight little cunt as some twisted form of retribution.

That, and you just feel too fucking good to stop, fuck— meeting your sobs for a break with loud slaps of his balls against your ass, the sickly sweet squelch of his fat cock stuffing you full over and over again hypnotising him into continuing, gasping moans down at you as he explain himself with; "I'm— God, I'm so sorry I— I can't stop, just need you, need you so bad—" Rambling, mumbling as much as you babble between cries and moans, truly unable to differentiate who's fault this really is. Yours, for playing the tempting role so well, causing him to spend so many nights alone just fucking his fist silly to the simple thought of you. Getting friendly with his temple goers, side eyeing him from across the room, a secret permission for him to ruin you? Or is he to blame, unable to keep up with your seduction and keep it in his pants, falling for the traps you plainly laid bare like the village idiot; because he wanted to? It's difficult to understand himself when he's balls deep in your cunt anyway, humping against your ass as he holds on to your waist for dear life, taking to pulling your body back down against him with every thrust forward, a brutal tandem tempo that he struggles to keep up with himself— but you feel so fucking nice, he'd be a fool to stop now.

"Stupid— God, I'm so sorry, It's just— Fuck, you deserve this, don't you?" He smiles, all seedy and wide, mounting your ass as some sort of holy prayer, a mere conquest, a small punishment. And you want this too, don't you? No, you need him to fuck you back into your proper place, to remind you of where you stand in his halls, at the end of his cock sobbing for more, aren't you? Pretty little thing like you, you should have known that you'd end tonight on the pristine prayer room floor, begging for forgiveness as his cock splits you in two. Fucking you so hard that you end up shifting forward a little, his lust addled mind confusing it for an escape attempt, of which he incorrectly rectifies by dragging you ass back down his length, harsh hands pinning you in place on his cock so that he can hump you all better. Leaking precum all over your insides, staining it pure again with the promise of seed.

You're lucky it was him who was at the receiving end of your enticement, fortunate that it was him who was deceived by your lewd, sinful ways. Every thrust of his cock inside of your tight little profane hole is invocation, your moans resembling more like hymns in his perverted state. He loves you for showing him the light in the form of your warm fucking cunt. He hates you for ruining him for every single defilement in future, if not spent with you crying on the floor, cock throbbing with every glimpse he catches of your tear stained cheeks begging him for something; it's hard to hear you over the echoed slaps of every wet thrust inside of you. Sticky skin on skin contact, little cunt just gushing around his brutal intrusion, thighs quivering when he continues to express his disdain for you with sweet words.

"You fe— feel so good, ah— It's disgusting—" a complex mix of emotions swirling around in his head, and in his cock as it trembles inside of your cunt, fucks into you at such a pace that he practically falls on top of you, resembling more like a dog when he can't stop moving. Thrusting, panting, drooling, all over your back, huffing whispered dirty words down your ear that he's not sure are supposed to be reward or reprimand. But does it matter when your cunt squeezes him tighter in response? Hugs his cock closer, tries to suck him in further with ever greedy fuck he offers you. Does it matter that he finds himself enjoying such a blasphemous act with you, even if it goes against all that he's been brought up to aspire to be? Ultimately, and promptly, he decides that he couldn't care less in the moment. Too busy fucking your shape into the tiles below your sticky body, his thighs tacky with the heat and fluids shared amongst two bodies, thrusts growing sloppy as the little devil on his shoulder begs for him to continue. Not long now, he thinks. You'll get your punishment.

In the form of his seed, of course. His dirty, perverted, corrupted seed. Stroking your insides with half thrusts, moaning openly down your ear as a warning that he's close. Because yes, while he's meant to be disciplining your harlot ways, he's not so evil as to not give you some indication that he's close. Stuttering his hips into you with an inconsistent rhythm, he does very little to help you reach your end too. You don't deserve that, for provoking him into desecration? No, absolutely not. Fucking you just a bit faster in hopes of reaching his end before you even get the chance to feel bliss, happy that your cunt seems to be in agreement with him given how well she's stroking him off.

Only a few more thrusts and he's spilling his load anyway, moaning a repeat of your name as if it were some sort of song of praise, a worship to your pretty little cunt and how good it makes him feel. A resounding scolding for forcing him to be in the position he's at, flush against your backside with sweat dripping down his chin as he fucks his seed back into you again and again, unwilling to let even a single drop escape as he milks himself dry into your tight heat.

"I never—" He swallows, thick and loud, doing his best to catch his breathe after such an exciting experience. Fucked himself stupid as he struggles to refocus his eyes on your back, curious to see how wet and red it looks under his greedy paws. "Never used to have these thoughts, y'know. Until— 'Til I met you, I mean." He laughs sheepishly, a far cry from his previous assaulting attitude. Post nut clarity taking hold of his mind when he cringes at the slippery feeling between his legs; cum, dripping from his balls.

But he's being honest, and it's the thought that counts... Or something, he can't think straight given how your cunt continues to squeeze around him, globs of cum seeping out around his cock to leave a ring of cream. And oh, what a pretty sight that is.

Almost pretty enough to persuade him into continuing. You clearly want that, don't you? Guilty little girl, you wanna continue the punishment, don't you?

And as the loyal religious man he is, he'd like to abide by your commandments. Do unto others what you would like done unto you. Isn't that what you had taught him? He's only returning the favour for your corruption by getting you just as addicted to him as he is to you. That is to be your punishment.

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ik the post was from like a week ago but would like to hear your thoughts on jackie and the prescription drug thing because it really isnt discussed!

Absolutely. Jackie has prooooblems and I really wish they were more openly talked about in the fandom.

So there are at least three references to Jackie abusing prescription drugs in canon. I forget what the third is (I might be misremembering it but I'm pretty sure it's there), but the first two are in "Pilot" and "Blood Hive". The reason why Shauna is asleep during the flight is that Jackie has given her Valium, a benzo (its generic name is diazepam) that in the 70s through 90s was commonly prescribed for anxiety and to an extent still is. What's remarkable about this is the casual way everyone involved treats it; this is consistent in how Shauna and Jackie themselves talk about Jackie's drug use, but the scene also establishes that even Jackie's mother doesn't seem to see any need to monitor her teenage daughter's access to her pills. As Jackie puts it, "Swiped these from my mom's medicine cabinet. Valium. She's got, like, a never-ending supply, so I doubt she'll even notice."

A series of questions already arises here, all of which the show is fascinatingly uninterested in answering, possibly because the screenwriters share Shauna and Jackie's flippant attitude (which is generational, as I'll discuss below) but, I think, likely also because what's implied about the Taylor household here is more disturbing if it's not spelled out. Why does Mrs. Taylor have that much of a med lying around at all times? Has Jackie taken the Valium before? If so, why and how often? (Does she, perhaps, use it to get through sex acts with Jeff?)

The second time this comes up is in the scene in which Shauna and Jackie are discussing their respective Wilderness skills as Shauna butchers one of Nat and Travis's first quarries. Almost everyone in the fandom has favorite bits of this scene, which is full of fantastic Shaunajackie lines and moments, so it's surprising to me that this isn't discussed more, but again, the breathtakingly casual delivery probably goes some way towards distracting the viewer from what's actually being communicated. (It could also be that the line in question here comes immediately before "Wowza, Shipman," which understandably steals the show):

Shauna: Remember when Kiffy Schumacher broke her arm right before we were supposed to go to Whipsplash River, and you told her that if she shared her Percocet, we'd all crash bingo at the Elks Lodge instead? Jackie: Wait. Is this a pep talk? Wowza, Shipman. Wow, that is so not your style.

Uh. Girls? You okay there? "Poppin' Percs" is something Kendrick Lamar accused Drake of earlier this month. The company that makes this drug is currently being pounded in court by the Attorneys General of Ohio, Mississippi, Missouri, New York, and possibly other states too since the last time I checked. You're talking about like it's Pez.

Percocet is a mixture of oxycodone, which is an opioid, and paracetamol, which is a common over-the-counter painkiller (it's called acetaminophen in the US and a few other countries; it's the active ingredient in Tylenol and Panadol). Unlike Valium, oxy is something I've been on in the past--I, like Kiffy Schumacher, had a badly fucked-up arm a few years ago--so I can speak to how it's currently treated in American medical culture. You're given a very small amount of it at once, you pace yourself taking it and alternate it with over-the-counter painkillers unless absolutely necessary, and if you have any left over when you decide you no longer need it, which I did, you surrender whatever pills you still have on you to the police. I know that the current widely accepted view on drug control is that it's wildly overdone in the US, and I agree with that for the most part, but in this case the tight controls on this sort of painkiller are a regulation that was written in blood. And the opioid epidemic is still ongoing; in fact, in some ways it's worse, since people are using black-market opioids now that are even more dangerous than oxy and its ilk.

I do want to stress that Jackie's pattern of drug use isn't unusual for a teenager; in fact, it's pretty classic. "Adolescents....most commonly reported receiving prescription[s] for free from a friend or relative, although significant proportions of adolescents also used their own prescriptions, purchased drugs from a dealer, or took them from friends or family without asking." (The article linked cites data taken in 2006, when the prescription drug abuse epidemic on whose upward slope Jackie lives had plateaued.) I also want to clarify that the cavalier attitude Shauna and Jackie have towards prescription drugs isn't unique to this category of substances; teenagers in the 1990s were much more blasé about controlled substances in general than they are today, and adolescent prescription drug abuse has declined less than most other categories:

(Note the especially massive drop-off in adolescent cigarette use after the turn of the millennium. Lottie in her kinderwhore-meets-Empire Records party outfit diffidently holding a cig is very much an image from the past these days. And yet this isn't entirely a success story; adolescents who are still engaging in substance abuse are OD'ing a lot more than they were thirty years ago.)

I don't really have a conclusion here, because I just want to encourage the fandom to discuss this aspect of Jackie's character, not necessarily to adopt any particular narrativization or interpretation of it. This, then, is the basics on Jackie and prescription drugs. Poor girl.

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Sorry if you answered this already somewhere, but I'm on one hand liking the idea of rockstar Lestat already having happened, on the other I'm having a hard time believing Daniel wouldn't know about some huge rockstar named Lestat? Especially if he was leaning into the whole vampire thing? He has had time to Google, and clearly does do some writing/researching when the interview itself isn't occurring. Just curious how you square that with the theory that rockstar Lestat has already happened.

Hello!

So I have talked about Lestat's rock career having already happened in the 1980s, including Daniel possibly Googling about it, here, here, and here. 🙂

However, to go a little more into one point you asked about: Lestat actually wasn't a huge rock star. He was relatively big for a minute, yes; but for all intents and purposes, he was very much the equivalent of a One Hit Wonder. His band had one big concert (that ended badly) at the Cow Palace, and that was it. After that, Lestat dropped off the face of the earth from the human world (except for the books he published under the Anne Rice pseudonym) and the other members of his band went back to playing under their original name, Satan's Night Out.

Lestat's rock career was not the equivalent of a group like Van Halen, Bon Jovi, Guns 'N Roses, or any of the other really big metal bands from the 1980s. And well, can you name every one-hit wonder band from the 1980s? I may have been a little kid at the time, but I can't. (And I can't do it for the 90s either.)

So yeah, I disagree that Daniel wouldn't know about a huge rock star like Lestat -- because Lestat wasn't a huge rock star. Not for any big significant length of time to, like, actually become a huge household name or something like that. For example, I could say the name Axel Rose, and Daniel would probably know exactly who that is (as I'm sure many other people do). However, I then could turn around and say the name Steve Plunkett, and -- unless he's a huge music fan or something -- he'd more than likely look at me blankly. (And if anyone else is thinking, "Who?" Exactly.) That's what saying Lestat's name was probably like to him IMO.

Now, that all said . . . Daniel seemed very . . . curious when he heard Lestat's singing voice when it was played for him in EP06 during Season 1. I think that might be a hint of something. And that Daniel might have started doing a little googling after that, which I went into in one of the other posts I linked above. 🙂

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idk if you do these sorta things, but if you do then can i ask for moots as love tropes with their biases?

if not just ignore this :3

ooooooh i haven’t done this before but i rlly wanna try!! thanks for sending this!! imma do it for only a few of my moots who i immediately think of a trope for since it's easier for me that way--might add more when i think of them ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

@mxxninthesky yes i'm starting with you selene!! you give me major academic rivals to lovers vibes for some reason... since you may or may not be currently simping over jungwon, imagine you and jungwon always fighting for the top grades, but ends with him smirking whenever he gets a higher grade than you... but to everyone it just seems you have major tension and are like "stop competing and kiss already" >.<

@dollyyun love triangle for my wifey ruby ngl. specifically, a love triangle between best friends heejake, who make it their mission to see who can make you fold the fastest. it's literally their tradition, where they choose a sweet girl every year, lead her on for a bit, and then regardless of who she chooses, she always ends up heartbroken... until you get them both to fall hard af for you, maybe even fight a little for you (but then they agree to share you yayyyy) ^^

@flwrstqr danielle gives me brother's best friend vibes. like her crushing super hard on her older brother's best friend heeseung since they meet because he's just so sweet to her, helping her with homework, tying her shoelaces, patting her head when she's done something good. he's just too soft with her. and she is down bad for him.

@cupidhoons sunshine x sunshine protector for my bb liz, with a sunghoon who always looks really cold, but immediately becomes warm and soft whenever he's around her, because of her cute smile and cute little habits (sorry liz but ur so cute like stop) getting cuteness agression and clenching his hands into fists bc he just wants to pinch your cheeks so badly... but also, will throw hands when someone talks badly about you ugh i want that.

@lovelypham mina is the good girl x bad boy trope and i will die on that hill. like her being all sweet and cute, and jake thinking he's gonna have fun by messing around with her, and flirting with her, only to realise he's down down bad. people start to notice the way he doesn't go out to the club as much, stops messing around with women, and basically grows up, and it's all because he's whipped for his only girl <3

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Falling Through The Cracks : Hazbin Hotel x reader

[ Prologue: The Price Of Overtime ]

Word count: 2.7k

A/N There isn't a lot of interaction with the characters yet bc this is just establishing how reader got there, but there will be with most of the hotel in chapter 2 🙏

This was bc I reached 300 followers. Thank you for getting me to that milestone 💛

Cw SFW, gn!reader, stalking, slightly descriptive depiction of violence, death, vomit(?), reader has a bad time pretty much

Your steps echoed out in the darkness as you walked down the pockmarked sidewalk. The only thing keeping you from falling flat on the pavement with how dark it was was barely working street lights. 

It felt as if you were walking in a different plain of existence at 12am through the eerily silent and abandoned streets, the unnatural lights which cast a sickly yellow glow over everything only added to that impression.

Normally, you would have knocked off at your job before the sun had set to avoid the crazies out at night in your city. Overtime rates seemed worth it this morning, though; a decision you absolutely regretted now.

In-between the cries of the crickets, frogs and the other normal sounds of the night - a quiet sound like a second pair of footsteps had been following you for a while now, although each time you looked over your shoulder and stopped in the middle of the gloomy patches of light lining your trek home, nothing was behind you and the second pair of steps stopped along with your own.

This constant seeking of reassurance did absolutely nothing to calm your steadily rising hackles, however.

As your eyes scanned the abandoned streets all around you, your hair stood on end. Something was there, and you could feel it. Somehow the lack of life made it worse then if you could actually see whoever the person was following you. 

Maybe it was paranoid bullshit in reality, but you would far rather it be your mind playing tricks on you than die finding out it was real. You quickened your pace.

The seconds ticked by extremely slowly due to your hyper-awareness of everything going on around you, your eyes darting around to try and catch sight of whoever it was; instead only finding the shadows of tree limbs which were all too human-like and the occasional bird which was startled due to your presence.

You were just a few minutes away from home, so if you could just reach it-

You startled, becoming rigid where you stood, trembling as jittery adrenaline began flowing through you as you heard it. 

The low sound of a whispering voice flowed out of the inky darkness, a melodic sound which tickled at your ears and made your mind feel strange, almost like zoning out. 

It felt.. Nice after the long day you had had. It felt right. You couldn't quite understand the words being spoken, it sounded like some kind of long-forgotten dead language, but it lulled you into calmness.

‘Wha… are y…’ A half-formed thought which was drowned out. Your eyelids felt heavy as the stress of the day weighed on your shoulders, the siren call feeling like a warm hug in comparison to the fear of the unknown that was quickly ebbing away.  

‘What… you.. doi..’ You just wanted to sleep so badly.

You swayed in place, body stubbornly fighting your mind's desire to collapse and do as the whispering voice was seemingly telling you.  

The stranger's words would have fully ensnared you if your rational thought hadn't screamed out finally after its continuous suppression. 

‘What are you doing!’ 

You snapped back to reality, suddenly aware of the way the footsteps had grown louder, a glimpse of the outline of an inhumanly tall person just out of view under the poor lighting visible from the corner of your eye. 

Oh fuck.

It was like a fire was lit under you all at once as you finally comprehended just how royally screwed you could have been had you waited for whatever supernatural bullshit this was to catch up with you. You ran as fast as you could, a primal response to flee suddenly waking up and prompting you to haul ass as fast as you could away from the figure.

The world blurred around you as you passed lines of trees and occasional benches on your way, your scared mind fearing that any of the long shadows cast could be inhabited by whatever it was.

Your heart beat out of your chest, feeling light-headed with the mixture of fear and adrenaline as your ability to quickly move kicked into high gear.

Your throat and lungs burnt, hair plastered to your forehead with sweat uncomfortably, but you didn't stop even once as it gained on you.

Whatever it was saying only grew louder - what was gentle and appealing to your ears now stung them and made your head hurt, loudly ringing within them. 

You should have just taken a normal shift.

Hey, at least you'd die with a bunch in your bank account though, huh? The pessimistic thought made you laugh out loud despite the pain and fear combing into nausea within you. 

You were confident that to any nosy onlookers safely within their houses, you probably looked batshit insane with your wild mess of hair, terrified expression and shaky laughter, running away from ‘nothing’. 

You were so fucked.

Tears stung your eyes, blurring with your throbbing headache brought upon the voice now screaming its commands at you.

It fell on deaf ears ironically as you continued the breakneck pace away from it.

You made the mistake of snatching a glance behind you again, throwing your head around and trying to remove the hair from your eyes in an attempt to see if the figure was still present. The toe of your scuffed up converse caught within a large hole in the sidewalk painfully, and you went spiralling downwards.

You cursed loudly.

The next few seconds seemed to move differently as if you fell in slow motion, heartbeat echoing in your ears as the sound of the voice abruptly ended.

Beat beat.

You squeezed your watering eyes shut instinctually as you made eye contact with the grey pavement you were now falling towards.

Beat beat.

You put your hands out in front of you to try to stop yourself from going face first into the ground.

Beat beat.

An odd cracking sound akin to electricity echoed around you. 

Beat beat.

You braced for impact, your thoughts a jumbled mess of fabricated monsters you envisioned were going to catch you any second and longing for the mundane problems which had seemed so hard before this.

Beat beat.

...

Collision with the ground never came.

What?

The feeling of falling suddenly intensified as time became normal again, hot wind whipping at your tear-stained cheeks and quickly drying them. You opened your eyes.

And promptly began screaming.

The vision of the tops of buildings which were cut into a pentagram shape turned your already struggling brain to mush as you realised you were now falling from a great height into a city rather than just a small distance to the pavement below.

Visceral fear filled you as you quickly approached a seemingly much worse, more gruesome fate.

The tall walls of highly built units rushed past you as you fell with no hope in sight of stopping. 

As the garbage ridden streets of the strangely shaped city came into view, you almost managed to cry despite the hot air as a gut-wrenching scent like burning meat and hair hit your nostrils.

Great, you'd die in filth. At least in the streets where you were you would have died with some dignity, but this nightmarish, oddly red landscape robbed you of even that.

'I'm so dead.'

Everything went dark just before your body collided with the alleyway below, your brain trying to afford you one last favour so you wouldn't feel anything from your supposed impending doom.

-

Vaggie didn't know what to expect on that morning when she and Charlie took a walk through the streets of hell after the announcement that the next extermination would be moved up.

With one hand in her hopeful girlfriend’s to try keep her from running off into the violent streets full of terrified demons killing each other, the other on her trusted spear, she surveyed the shitshow that was the streets of Pentagram city as best as she could with her one eye. 

They were trying to recruit more people into the hotel; hoping that the news would lead people to their doorstep with hope that they could escape the next oncoming attack from heaven.

However, it was as if the depravity was dialled up to a hundred. People were desperate, but they weren't desperate in the way that she and Charlie were looking for. 

She shook her head at the carnage occurring in the messy streets, all the more outlandishly sinister with the way the red glow of the sky in the Pride ring shone down on everything.

“Everyone is uh, sure more… lively today, aren't they, Vaggie?” Charlie spoke up from next to her as a demon ran full speed at the two of them while yelling nonsense, promptly being cut down in place effortlessly by her spear. 

Vaggie sighed softly as her yellow eye looked down at the body to her right, making sure they were dead before pulling out the point of her spear with a sickening squelching sound that prompted the princess to shudder, hand trembling in her's slightly.

“I don't think we're going to find anyone here who..” she trailed off as her eye which was analysing everything going on with rapt attention caught sight of a sinner’s unconscious body being hauled over the shoulder of a more than suspicious looking demoness.

She was unsure of what exactly drew her attention to them, however that's when she began noticing certain.. differences.

Your form was far too small and fragile-looking to be that of a normal resident of hell. Her brows furrowed as she squinted to try get a better look at you from where you slowly started to stir as the demon holding you leaned down to try pick at a freshly fallen body; presumably to pick-pocket them.

Charlie hummed in confusion at the way she stopped speaking, following her line of sight. 

She too watched in unbridled surprise as your tangled head of hair raised to reveal your face looking up at them with tired and unfocused puffy eyes.

Your undoubtedly human face. 

After you finally grasped what was going on, you startled and began squirming to try and get away from the person holding you around the middle in an uncomfortably tight grip. Your horrified, glossy eyes looked around wildly as the one keeping you in an iron grip yelled at you to stop before landing on Charlie and Vaggie, who were gawking at you in disbelief.

The way that you stared at them as if they had two heads despite looking relatively normal as far as people down here went was the last indication that the two of them needed that you definitely didn't belong here. 

Vaggie cursed as Charlie let go of her hand and rushed over to try and help you, steps crunching loudly on the mixture of broken glass and bodies strewn across the ground.

The fallen angel shook her head at the princess blindly rushing in with no weapon, raising her spear to strike the sinner down before they could harm Charlie, fighting to catch up with the overly enthusiastic blonde.

Your world pivoted suddenly as your captor whipped around upon hearing them approaching, turning you to face a graffiti-ridden wall instead. You swallowed down bile as you fought to keep from throwing up with the sky-high nausea filling you at just about everything going on.

This had to be some kind of weird dream. Those weren't actually dead bodies around, right? You weren't actually followed home by a weird supernatural creature, right? Maybe you were just actually unconscious, passed out because you were so tired after the day. Surely that was it.  

Your thoughts ticked over into nonsense as your panic grew and grew to the point that you barely heard the altercation happening right next to you.

That is, until something warm splashed against your face and knocked you back to the reality that didn't quite feel real at all.

The person holding you collapsed, and you felt your brain go blank as you saw the silver blade of the shorter woman’s spear sticking out of her back, impaling her all the way through.

You barely felt the collision with the ground. 

You slowly pulled yourself out of the now loose grip of the dead sinner who held you with your jaw slack, pupils impossibly wide while you trembled numbly, your mind fighting to make sense of what was even happening.

Bringing your hand up to your cheek, you felt at whatever had splattered on your face, barely able to even feel the heat of it.

It was when you pulled your hand back to find dark crimson staining your palm, that you finally retched loudly before vomiting next to the corpse. 

This was all, in fact, very real, and you were in very real danger with whatever was going on. 

Your instinct was to run again, but your whole body protested painfully at that idea. You could barely move at all at that point, confined to where you were, whether you liked it or not.

If the two women trying to talk to you - who you couldn't hear for some reason despite their lips moving to form words - decided you were next then you'd lay down and just let it fucking happen.

You were too damn tired to fight it at this point, and your pessimistic brain insisted that considering what had happened, you'd just probably end up being killed elsewhere in this shithole anyway.

You braced yourself for some awful weapon as the blonde woman pressed her hand into her pocket for something as she crouched down in front of you, squeezing your eyes shut in hope you wouldn't have to see yourself violently murdered in the same way that other person was. 

Your eyes cracked open again, brow furrowed hard in confusion as something soft brushed over your cheek where the blood had now begun drying against your grimy skin instead. 

Charlie swiped her handkerchief across your face, hoping to at least try to give you some relief from your obvious distress by removing the blood off of you. 

She was used to hell; all the fighting, murder, blood and whatnot, but she imagined it must've been difficult for someone new - let alone someone who hadn't even become a sinner - to witness hell in about the most brutal, reality-altering way there was. 

It made her heart clench with sympathy the way your exhausted eyes looked up at her, mind very clearly shot from your complete lack of response to her questions about how you got there.

Charlie looked to the side as Vaggie crouched down next to her, red pupils wide and looking at her girlfriend as if asking a silent question. 

“There's no way that they would survive out here… We need to take them back with us?” Charlie slowly proposed the idea, hesitant but more than ready to argue her point to Vaggie. 

Vaggie's half-lidded yellow eye looked down at you, taking in the way you could barely keep yourself awake after it was clear the violence had finally ended.

The hotel for sure had some characters who'd be nasty around someone like you.

Alastor would be an absolute pain to deal with; the cannibalistic overlord probably would be itching to taste human flesh again for the first time in decades.

Then there was Niffty. 

She shuddered thinking of the recent situation of the small maid putting drain cleaner in Angel's drink and waiting with sick enjoyment for the pornstar to chug it, only to end up with a nasty surprise. What would that do to a human? 

Vaggie took a deep breath through her nose as she pondered the headache keeping you in the hotel would cause. “Yes. Yes we do.” All of the issues that this would stir up in the hotel would be better than letting some poor, still-living soul who somehow managed to get down here fend for themselves against the harsh conditions of the streets of hell.

Her heart may have been dulled in all the years she had been alive, however, it still beat in her chest despite everything. Even she couldn't bear to think about the alternative.

Charlie let out a sigh of relief. She was thankful they were on the same page about this, she wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing she hadn't taken you in.

You wouldn't last a day with the kinds of freaks who'd pounce on you out here. 

The princess retracted her handkerchief from your face as it was clear you were calming down now, and she instead gently rested her hand on your shoulder. 

“You're safe with us. We'll help you, don't worry.” 

Those words wrapped around you comfortingly despite still sounding a bit far away in your hazy state, and your eyes fluttered shut as you muttered out a barely audible "thank you”, before collapsing again. 

Charlie laughed quietly as Vaggie moved to pick you up off of the ground before you fell in anything.. gross - er - more gross while she shook her head. 

“A living human in hell. How does something like that even happen?” Vaggie asked Charlie, hoping she had some clue of what went on considering her lineage. She found no such solace, however. 

“I have no idea. I've never once heard of a still-living soul passing through to hell from earth.” Charlie smiled ecstatically at Vaggie, who cautiously regarded your sleeping form as she picked you up bridal style as if you'd shatter in her arms otherwise.

Charlie stood alongside her and could barely contain her excitement. “buuuut, if we can keep them virtuous enough to still get into heaven while they're under our protection, then they can be proof that our program works!” She exclaimed brightly. 

Vaggie smiled despite the doubt licking at the edges of her mind. 

She had a very bad feeling about this. 

*Throws you this and runs*/j

There might be some scuff, but I refuse to hold this back for even longer bc I said it'd be out like 2 days ago already 💀

If you'd like to be tagged when I update next, then lmk!

Falling Through The Cracks Masterlist

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On our last full day of camping Sheila and I biked to town to check out the American Legion. As we chatted with the bartender a mom with two younger boys came in. She ordered a Busch Light and two kiddie cocktails. Grand total: $3.50. One of her boys took a sip and loudly declared "Whoa, that's strong." We all laughed.

An employee was having trouble getting a baseball game to come up on Amazon Prime Video account. Someone handed Sheila the remote control and asked her to try. She wasn't able to get the game but she did try to order five shirts on someone else's account.

After the legion we walked to a different bar. There was supposed to be a meat raffle. Unfortunately it was cancelled because there wasn't a large enough crowd. We hung out anyway for a while after we met with some people we know who were camping at another nearby site.

I love overhearing some bar conversations. So we were in the ditch, peeing, when this deer... I didn't even hear the rest of that story because everyone started laughing when the deer arrived.

Besides bicycles, some people come to town driving these:

Others arrived in these:

When we got home on Sunday I wanted so badly to do laundry. But my washer broke the day before we left. I like washing clothes. A vacation isn't officially over until I've washed the clothing we brought along.

A repairman was here today. I asked if I could watch him fix it because the machine's warranty ends next month. This part has already broken and been repaired once before.

The young man seemed pleased that I took an interest in it. He happily showed me, step by step, how to replace the part. It only took him five minutes. If I have to do it I'm sure it will take longer, but I'm confident I could do it now.

I can relax tonight. Feeling good. Feeling clean. Laundry is done, including sheets, and I found a $5 bill in Sheila's jeans. It's mine now.

[pfhwrittes]

so you admit to being friends with a pedophile idk why i'm surprised 🙄🙄🙄

i don't know if you're purposefully obtuse or particularly thick if this is your take away from my last post.

i'll assume you are thicker than pig shit because otherwise i have to contemplate the fact that your mother failed to swallow you when she had the chance.

however, because you seem to lack basic reading comprehension (which shouldn't come as a surprise on this fucking website) let me quote and reiterate the context of the post for you:

"i am also friends with someone irl who thought they were talking to another adult in an adult only space only to find out that the person they were talking to (and engaging in flirtatious conversation with) lied about their age. i witnessed first hand as this person contemplated ending their life because the child threatened to “leak” their conversations and called them a paedophile. i witnessed first hand the shame and fear this person lived with even as they went to the police of their own free will to clear their name."

my friend is not a paedophile because they weren't charged with a crime because it was evident from the chat logs that the child my friend was talking to lied about their age. because the child told my friend that they were 21 when they actually 15. because my friend was in an adult only online space (where you had to verify your age and be logged in to interact in this space). this child acted maliciously in order to bait my friend into suicide.

how fucking dare you come into my ask box on my blog and accuse me something that is categorically untrue. you weren't there. you did not call for an ambulance. nor have you been there while he has recovered. you do not know how badly this has rocked my friend's confidence and how he has withdrawn into himself both irl and online (in fact he no longer has any online presence) because he cannot bear the thought of someone dragging this up again. my friend is now completely sex and intimacy repulsed due to the trauma of this. his confidence is shattered. all because an entitled child lied about their age so they could access an adult only space.

get thoroughly fucked.

[through-the-eyes-of-fakino]

Gray and Clone, you guys seem to be biting all the time.

Gray: "It's been happening since he was born. He's just mocking me for the good of his pleasures, probably."

"I have long doubted that everything will be fine with me, I'm just waiting for when I can prove to this stupid healthy creature what they are doing to me"

Fakie: "You know, I think it's a good idea, but who to put?"

Gray: "No one. Since no one will stand up for me, even if you do, this someone will not keep an eye on me and will let this team get up to their business."

"Even if they put someone with whom I have a good relationship, they are weak enough, and no one will listen to them"

Clone #2: "Uh, do you want to say that you communicate with him?! "

Clone #3: "N-no! You've got it all wrong!"

Gray: "I just don't want to shift my problems to them, because they are not to blame for anything."

"I know how to defend myself from them, especially since this thing scares me.After one particular case... But there is a problem.I don't have it with me."

Clone:"You mean the iron pipe?!Do you want to ruin us?! "

Gray: "And how else to treat you?! You've tried to kill me so many times already!"

*Clone scratched Gray*

Gray: "You're not shy anymore, are you?!"

*Grey scratches the clone*

Fakie: "..."

*leaves*

Fakie: "I'm clearly doing the wrong thing right now that I'm leaving and leaving them to fight."

"But they're just being dramatic, I don't remember them hurting each other, I don't remember that Peppino once hurt Gray, so he's probably lying"