#and im not breaking the bank for a fucking pair of pants or a shirt fuck outta here with those $75 price tags @ online trendy stores

[mooshkat]

i can't stand people who are like "if you want cool/cute whatever aesthetic clothes, just go to the thrift store or shops that sell by the pound and you'll find something (((:"

like yeah sure totally great advice! as long as you're under a size XL because none of those places ever have anything fucking decent in bigger sizes lmao

[comphersjost]

Not With You ➸ Rafe Cameron

man honestly, idk, im sorry

You’re Kiara’s cousin from California, and you try to end things with Rafe when you visit this time around.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: angst!!!!! lots of smut, overstim maybe? daddy kink for sure, slight double penetration, slight anal, slight dub con w the anal, rafe is kinda,,,,, a mean dom, also fluff at the end, it’s sinful tho, enjoy

as per usual: masterlist

The pain in Rafe’s voice almost makes you reconsider your decision to end things. But you couldn't go back on it now. This had to happen. 

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘it’s over’ Y/N?” Rafe sounds lost, hopeless. 

“I mean, this isn't working out, Rafe,” you can't bear to look at him when you speak. “I’m sorry, Rafe, but we can't do this anymore.”

Rafe sputters, not knowing what to say, how to make you stay with him. 

“Y/N, wait, please,” he cups your face desperately, making you look at him. “Y/N, please don't do this. I love you.” 

You furrow your brows. “You can't.” 

“What?” Rafe pulls back away from you slightly in surprise, and you pull the rest of the way away from him. 

“My life isn't here Rafe,” you wave your arms wildly, trying to make him understand. “I’m here every summer because Kiara is my family, Rafe, but this isn't my home. My life is in California. My life isn’t ‘kooks’ and ‘pogues’ and it’s not Figure Eight and The Cut. My life is coffee shops and libraries and the shitshow that is the Berkeley campus. It’s my dumb friends, and Sproul Hall and the best white mocha I’ve ever had from the Greek coffee place. It’s crazy, but it’s my life, Rafe. I don't belong here. My life is there. Not here. Not with you. 

Rafe recoils as if he’s been slapped, voice broken and cracking when he speaks. “Am I not a part of your life?” His words are quiet, almost as if he doesn't want you to hear because he's afraid of the answer. His fear comes true when you do hear him, and respond. 

“Not a big enough part for me to give up everything else,” you murmur. “I'm sorry Rafe, I really am. But it's over.” 

Rafe could feel the rage flooding him. He knew you hated it when he lost control when he was angry. But he also knew that you loved it when he channeled the anger into...other activities. 

“Strip.” Rafe’s voice is dark and cold, and your panties are instantly flooded with your slick. 

“What?” 

Rafe takes a threatening step towards you, curling his hand around your throat. “I said. Strip, slut. I won't tell you again.” You can't help the way you rush to shed yourself of all your clothes like he said. You glow at the praise when he murmurs “good girl”. You don't hesitate when he tells you to get on your hands and knees on the bed, presenting your ass to him like he likes it. 

You can hear Rafe unbuckling his belt behind you, and you shiver in anticipation. 

“Not a big enough part of your life huh?” Rafe growls as he tosses his pants to the side. “Not a big enough part of your life?” Rafe climbs onto the bed, slapping your ass roughly and knocking your legs wider apart. “I’ll show you something big enough, sweetheart, don't you worry.” 

Then without warning or prep, Rafe slides his entire length into you in one slow thrust. The scream you let out is ear piercing, earning you another slap to the backside. 

“Shut up.” 

Rafe fucks into you like an animal, one hand holding you down by your neck and the other gripping your hip. He forces you to take everything he gives you, spanking you when he thinks you're being too loud. “That’s it baby,” he groans, “Take this dick, Y/N, take it all in this tight pussy. Who’s pussy is this baby? Tell me!” His words are accompanied with an especially harsh thrust and two slaps to your ass. 

“Yours daddy!” you choke out, barely able to formulate words with the way he's fucking you so deep. “This pussy is yours!” 

“That's right sweetheart,” Rafe coos mockingly, grabbing you by the throat and forcing you up so that your back is arched against his chest. “You take daddy’s cock so good baby, look at you taking it like a slut. You're such a good slut for.” 

You whine desperately, begging him to let you touch yourself. Rafe growls and pushes you back to face down on his bed. You cry out and reach towards your pussy to rub your clit desperately. Rafe pushes against your hole and pops his thumb in beside his cock, soaking it with your slick. 

“Daddy!” you gasp, “Daddy, please, too much!” Rafe laughs darkly, withdrawing his thumb. 

You can't believe he’s giving you a break, until his thumb, wet from your pussy, into the entrance to your ass. “Rafe, wait-” 

“You're gonna cum like this,” he snaps, delivering sharp thrust with his words, pushing his thumb deeper into your ass. “I’m gonna make you cum on my cock with my thumb in your ass, stupid slut. Cum for me, Y/N, come on baby, cum all over me.” 

It’s all too much, you have no choice but to do what he says, screaming as you spasm and clench down on his cock and thumb in your ass. Rafe let's out something just short of a roar as your clenching cunt makes him spill his cum into you. Rafe keeps fucking into you as he paints your walls white with his cum, your desperate moans and cries keeping his orgams going. 

You feel like you've just been ripped apart and put back together again when you become aware of things again. Rafe slides his thumb out of your ass and gently pulls his cock out of your pussy, shushing you gently when you moan from the sparks of pain shooting from your pussy as he drags his cock out of your walls. You feel like you can't move, stuck in a bent over position until Rafe disappears into his bathroom and comes back with a damp washcloth. 

You let him clean you up and wipe you down, and basically manhandle you so that he could maneuver you under his bed covers. You watch, wide eyed, as Rafe gets ready for bed, having dated him, but never really seeing such a domestic side of him. You watch as he cleans himself up and changes out of his clothes, putting on a pair of boxers and helping you slip one of his t-shirts from over his head. 

Rafe climbs into bed on the other side of you and switches the light off. His arms find themselves around your waist and he pulls you close. Knowing that there's no way you'd be able to drive, much less walk to your car, you let him pull you into his chest. It's unsettling, but there's butterflies in your stomach when you realize the pounding you're hearing isn't your own heartbeat, but Rafe’s. He’s nervous around you. You've never seen Rafe nervous. 

Just as you're trying to figure out what to say, Rafe beats to it and speaks. 

“I think about you all the time,” his words are quiet, but they feel so loud to you in the dark room, moonlight streaming through the window. “I miss you when you're gone, I start missing you the second you leave. Kie has stopped hating me because all I talk to her about now is you. You’re such a big part of my life, Y/N, you don't even know. I would leave the Outer Banks for you.” You breathe in sharply at his confession, shifting to look up at his eyes. 

“Leave the Outer Banks, Rafe?”

Rafe chuckles, leaning down to kiss you gently. His next words are whispered against your lips. 

“I’d do anything for you, Y/N. I’d leave the Outer Banks, I’d move to California. Besides it won't be a problem with my parents if I transferred to UC Berkeley with you.” 

“Rafe, I-” 

“Y/N, I would follow you anywhere you wanted to go. WIll you let me?”

You pause for a moment. 

“Rafe….” Rafe looks at you, eyes hopeful in the moonlight. “You, you're just one part of my life that's not there.” His face falls. “Rafe you’re fucked up, and you're addicted to cocaine, and I can't introduce you to the rest of my life like that. You're like my own addiction and it needs to end here.

“Y/N, please,” Rafe pleads with you, holding you closer. “Please, I swear all of that shit, the coke, the kook and pogue stuff and shit, I’ll do better, please let me be with you. It’s always worse without you.”

You knew the risks but - 

“One chance, Rafe Cameron, if you fuck this up -”

You've never seen Rafe so happy. 

And you know, when he presses his lips to yours, that you're going to be the happiest you've ever been with Rafe by your side in California too.

[lokigirlszendaya]

Third person

*August 31 2000*

The room was dark and the sound of ACDC could be heard.

Down the long hallway was a room and inside was none other than the famous Anthony Edward Stark.

The man was laying over the top of one of his many one night stands. Giggling ran throughout the room.

Tony ripped of his t-shirt and statred to take of his pants when his A.I house butler interupted him "Mr Stark. There is someone at the door" Jarvis, announced.

Tony rolled his eyes "Im busy now Jarv" He stated before going back to his pants "Mr Stark. It is very important" Tony just shook his head "An this isnt important" He flashed a wink at the bimbo before rolling off.

"Back in a second. But when I come back, we'll have our fun" Tony said smirking at the girl.

Not bothering to put on a t-shirt,Tony walked down the hall and then down the stairs "Mr Stark. I suggest you move quickly" Tony waved hi hand inn the air, dismissing the Advice "Now, Because of you. Im walking slower".

Soon enough Tony arrived to the front door, Tony slowly opend it to reveal to people dressed in black, a man and a women "Can I help you" Tony said bluntly.

The man cleared his throut "My names James Challing. Do you remeber a women called Rebeca Mendez" Tony stood frozen.

Of course he knew Rebeca, she, was his first love, first person he wanted to seetle down with but sadly like the idiots, Tony, Had to break her heart.

It was in september 1999,Tony had a handful of drinks and was soon kissing a women, soon one thing lead to another and they were in the middle of sex when Rebeca scream "WHAT THE FUCK TONY"

Tony sprung from his bed "Bec's its not what it looks like" Tony pleaded.

"Not what it looks like, NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. It looked like that, and that fucking whore, were having sex"

Tony shook his head at her "no,no,no. Baby i love you"

He watched as she left and never came back, until now, with these people talking to him about her.

Tony stood straighter "What about her" He said coldly .

"Rebeca was at the bank when it was getting robbed an sadly she came in the cross fire and was shot in the shoulder, head, and chest. Im sorry for your loss" the woman spoke, with no emotion.

Tony's eyes filled with tears. His Bec. His one and only dream girl was gone. Just in a matter of seconds.

"Why. Why are you telling me this.." Tony's face held nothing but confusion.

"In the next nine months after your break up, Miss Mendez discovered she was pregnant" The man spoke again.

Tony's world began to get dizzy "She-she what" He gasped out.

The women stepped forward with a bundle in her arms "This is your son, Micheal James Howard Stark" She placed the baby in his arms.

"Congradulations" The pair both walked away, leaving a shocked Tony and A wide awake baby. Tony looked at the child, with a small smile.

"Hey Micheal, Im your dad. Im going to love you forever" Tony promised the baby...

Not realising how in the future, It will never have a moment like this one again....

[diary-of-a-housewifes-housefire]

I got out of the house because my step mom asked for help cleaning her garage. When I got there i told her whats going on at home and I need help. It took 6 hours with a break for dinner.

Then she asked what my plan was. And we polished it up.

Step mom is opening a bank account and making me a signer on it so I can have that set up without any entanglements. Every penny I've earned, and tried to save, has conveniently been needed, even though he makes a few thousand more than we need per month.

I used her phone to call Friend-R. She talked with her husband and said yes about the living situation.

Brother-B did the phone thing, brother-in-law- J is setting the phone up for pick up in bremerton OR overnighting it to BFF-A's house. Then sent a follow up message saying He doesn't know, nor needs to know what's going on, but if I need anything to re-start my life that they're more than happy to help. First, last, & deposit. Legal. Food. Whatever.

Brothers M & C and dad thought I was talking about next week, they're all out of town right now, but will be back.

So, Plan is to do the TRO with papers while the guys are here and use that time to pack and move without his interruptions. I'll message attorney-H about what I need to do about legally taking the kids without it being kidnapping, setting a temporary parenting plan, how long the TRO lasts. THEN relocating the goats, getting a storage unit and cost, and getting a truck and horde of people to get it done in a day or so. AND take pictures of the condition I leave it in. Then a job.

What actually happened..

Had a very challenging night with husband. He began a conversation that pressed all my buttons and I remained calm. Right up till my refusal to react brought about the mother of all reaction grabbing requests. "One last night together." He knows I'm an assault survivor. Barely. He knows I get wound up with touching, hugging, and can't get to kissing. He knows these all affect me. He knows I've had sex with him because I was too scared to say no. He knows im scared of him now. And it did affect me. Yay for him. Almost passed out again from the heart rate and panic. And then he tried to calm me down by holding my hand and rubbing my back. And he knows that doesn't help. But he's "being nice and trying to take care of me." I should just calm down. Stop acting so crazy.

Eventually the conversation ended. I can't remember what we talked about. Obviously I didn't log it. Stupid.

The next day I ran school with the kids and compulsively cleaned. (Stress management) He showed up unexpectedly with lunch for everyone. Asked me if I wanted to kiss him. Jesus fucking christ with this. He stared at me till I made a semi verbal grunt of disagreement. Then he left saying he was used to my rejection. He's supposed to work late, about 7 or 8. I never know when he'll be home. At about 3 I started to panic. I can't do this again. I can't make it another day with another conversation and more messing with my head. What if he presses the sex issue more? I can't do it. So I hid in my closet with my secret phone and called my brother-M. He walks me through my plan. Suggests I go to dad's rather than a friend. Dad is a marine, armed like someone in a post apocalyptic movie, and more than anything, intimidating as fuck. Husband won't dare darken his doorstep to mess with me. Then he tells me, call dad, call the attorney, make it happen. And I do.

So I call dad. He wants me to stay in the house. Don't lose the house. By all means, if I'm not safe, then bring the kids and get on the road, but don't lose the house. He's talking like I've taken a hill in Nam and retreat will be handing the ground back to the VC.

I call the attorney-H. She assured me I'm not losing the house. Abused spouses don't forfeit their homes when they run from their partners. We'll get the papers started for the TRO. We'll set the court date. I come back when he's gone. He can't come near me or he'll be arrested. I don't have to fear his divorce papers reaction. He can't come near me for 2 weeks, at minimum. And that's only because the temporary is reviewed to be permanent in 2 weeks.

I hang up. Barely grab enough stuff for 2 days for myself and the kids. I couldn't think. I'm shaking. I grabbed 6 pairs of socks and only 2 pairs of panties. 2 shirts, then the kids. 1.5 pairs of pajamas, 4 shirts, 3 pairs of pants, a bra, 2 pairs of underwear...in total, not per kid. Went downstairs, told the niece to pack. She knew it might happen. She jumped up and got packing. I grabbed essential stuffies, 2 kid blankets, school laptops and books, and told the kids we were going to visit grampa. Thank God we're in a quarantine and school is online.

I was shaking. I was afraid he'd come home while I was packing. I was trying to plan a lie to explain what the fuck I was doing in case I got caught. My son started an autistic meltdown when he had to put on shoes. I yelled at him. I was scared. He was slowing us down. I promised him a milkshake, which I forgot about. I left all the phone chargers, my daughters ADHD medication...my own ADD medication. I thankfully remembered insulin. No toothbrushes, no books, no pens or pencils for the road. No snacks.

I had $100 from my step-mom and a $200 gift card that was delivered with the phone. All of my $900 had to be used for medical and household stuff. Eyeroll. That is called financial abuse. Trapping someone by removing their access to money.

We got in the car. The video camera alerts him any time anyone is in the driveway. We hurried. Pulled out of the driveway while daughter was still putting on her seat belt. By the time I got to the end of the dirt road my phone was ringing. 4 minutes down the main road and it was still ringing. GPS was still on. I turned off my phone. Asked niece to turn off her phone. He's gotten into both of them with his contract holder privilege. He can read any text, observe any app, track any location, unless the phone is off.

I used the phone gifted from my brother-B and in-law-J. I sent messages while shaking and driving. "Headed to dad's" I copied it and pasted it into text chats of the essential people but couldn't reply while driving. Of course it's dark and raining. Don't fucking wreck the car!!! Is ringing in my head. The data doesn't work. Messaging does. Daughter-R is asking where we are, how long till grampa's house, what city....she's got her phone. She has no fucking clue what we're really doing, and I'm worried she's on a messenger with him. Thankfully she wasn't.

A white car is tailgating me. It pops out to pass, or pull along side me. I ask niece what kind of car it is. It's a jeep. Then it happens again, it's a silver suv. Then it happens again, it's a white truck. Fuck. ...Is there a mismatched gas cap? ...No. Ok...sigh of relief. Tacoma rush hour traffic. Fuck. Searching rear view mirrors, checking the phone checking daughter. Answering questions vaguely. Wrong freeway exit. Can't see well at night . Back on the freeway. Panic. Right freeway exit. Shaking stops. Nerves are calming. Stop for food. Accidentally order 60 chicken nuggets. Who fucking cares. Get to dad's house. .... I can breathe.... I almost cry, but I gotta be normal for the kids. We unload. He's taking them around the house, and the night progresses from there. I check in with friends to say I made it. Brother-B tells me he's proud of me. He's never said that to me. He's my little brother, and he was the key to me getting out. I almost cry again.

I managed to get out of the house, with all 3 kids. The controlling mentally abusive commanding officer of military police/ training officer for the DoD husband didn't pull me over on the road or track me down and stop me.

It all happened because I was given a phone that he couldn't track. This is the same phone I'm using to write this post.

[creative-kpop]

6 Minutes

Genre: Smut

Pairing: MinYoongixFemaleReader

A/N: this was requested, so I hope you enjoy:)

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"Love, you didn't have to do this..." you sighed. Yoongi had spent and unknown (but definitely large) amount of money on a vacation for the two of you. You had asked, but he wouldn't tell. Money didn't matter to him. You on the other hand, never wanted him to spend it on you. Yoongi rolled his eyes. He wanted to do something nice with you, considering he had been here and there for the comeback. He figured a weekend away to the beach would be perfect. Plus, he would see you in a bikini.

"Y/N, stop it. Its just a weekend at the beach. Its not like this trip is gonna break the bank." He reached out and grabbed your hand, tugging you closer.

"Please stop worrying about this stuff, Y/N. Lets just enjoy the trip" He mumbled, and kissed your forehead.

"Ugh, fine. But we're going to the beach tonight." You unzipped your bag, and dug through to find your bathing suit.

"Y/NNNNNN!!!!!" he whined, flopping onto the bed "Its literally sunset" he buried his face into a pillow.

"So hurry up!" You scurried away to the bathroom to change.

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“Your so beautiful.” Yoongi sat, staring at you. You blushed, and dug your toes further into the sand. Its not like he didn’t say stuff like that. Or like he didn’t make it clear. His affection was just normally showed in…other ways.

“Hey so there’s this thing I’ve been wanting to try and-” your speech was cut short due to his phone ringing. You both looked at the caller ID, seeing "Namjoon" written on it.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I have to take this." He picked up his phone, and you waited patiently for him.

"Yeah, can you hold on a second?" he pulled the phone away from his face, "Baby, if you wanna go back up to the room and change, ill be up in a few, and we can grab something to eat?" He gave you a look, and you just agreed and kissed him on the cheek.

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Your feet rested on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. You had been contemplating this idea for weeks. But you never really had the time... or the ice. A post on Buzzfeed had come up talking about ice-baths and how the stimulated everything. It might take you a few trips to the ice machine, but it would be worth it.

A few trips later, and you were turning off the water in the tub. With absolutely perfect timing  there was a knock on the door. You opened it to a slightly worried Min Yoongi.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I don’t want to work while we’re on this trip” He took his shoes off and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yoongi, its fine. But I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this thing…” you grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bathroom.

“Y/N, I’m not giving you hypothermia” he said, you giggled.

“No babe, its not like that. I saw this thing online and it talked about how…stimulating it is,” you looked into his eyes, seeing them immediately fill with lust. “6 minutes” you said, and began to strip.

“I’m gonna need longer than 6 minutes,” he smirked.

“In the bath, 6 minutes in the bath.” you said, as you put on foot in the bathtub. You shivered, and put the other foot in. Sinking down, you closed your eyes.

“6 minutes and then ill fuck the life back into you,” he said and stared at his watch.

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“Times up” Yoongi said and held out his hand for you to take. As soon as you had two feet on the ground, Yoongi had you pushed up against the wall, and his lips on your neck. Your skin was ice-cold against his hot mouth. His tongue left a trail of fire everywhere it went. His hands slipped below your waist, gripping your ass. You moaned and grinded against him. His already hard length was pressing against your heat, making you moan again.

 He pulled you out of the bathroom and pushed you onto the bed. Yoongi wasted no time, promptly shoving off his pants and rolling on a condom.

 He crawled over you and placed his mouth over your right breast, circling his tongue over your nipple. Your head rested against a pillow and your hands raked through his hair. You let out a moan and no later, he slid into you. He stayed still for a moment before moving again. He set a pace that was fast and rough. His mouth moved slowly across your chest, but his hips moved with their own intentions. He had started to bite you nipple, wanting to leave marks in places only he could see.

He pulled away from your breast and stared down at you. Your back was arched, eyes closed, mouth parted at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you. He could cum by just looking at you.

Every sound that escaped your mouth was a moan.  Yoongi was relentless, and quite literally fucking the life back into you. His elbows beside your head, holding himself up. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, relaying words of encouragement in your ear.

"Your such a good girl for me. Taking my cock like this." Yoongi whispered, thrusting harder with every passing second. He loved sex like this. Where he could fuck you senseless, and it was still ok.

"oh-fuck- yoongi-ahh" you couldn't get out a sentence, he was fucking you so good. Your hands moved around his back, scratching and scraping. Yoongi’s thrust became slightly uneven. He was slamming into you by now, trying to reach his high.

“Yoongi...I’m-im gonna...I’m close” you moaned and bit your lip. His hand reached down between you, and rubbed at your clit. His fingers laid expert strokes on your sensitive nub. He moved them in circles, desperately.

"I can feel you, so tight and warm around me. Always so ready for my cock." His words only encouraged your orgasm to approach faster.

“I’m close too baby...cum for me” he whispered in your ear. Your eyes rolled back, and a long moan fell from your lips. Your face flushed as your orgasm took over. Warmth danced across your body. You tensed up and you clenched harder around him. He never stopped moving, pro-longing your high as long as possible and still trying to reach his.

"Fuck you feel so good wrapped around me like this." You began to squirm at the overstimulation, but Yoongi held your hips down. He bit down on your shoulder and pounded you. You could feel his cock pulsating inside you.

“Fuck Y/N!" He moaned and came inside the condom. He moved slowly, milking everything he had. When he did finally pull out, you exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding in. Yoongi threw the condom away, and stood up to grab clothes. You watched him pull on some boxers and a t-shirt, and grab some other clothes. He walked back to the bed and pulled your hips to the edge. You squealed at the sudden feeling. He slipped clean underwear over your legs, and  a shirt over your head. He pulled the t-shirt down your stomach before leaning over and kissing you on the lips.

"thank you," you said when he pulled away. He smiled and laced his fingers through yours.

"You don't have to thank me for sex, Y/N. I will gladly fuck you any time, any day." You giggled and shoved him playfully.

"Ok but seriously, I'm hungry, so finish getting dressed and lets go get something to eat." He kissed you again, and then pulled you up with him. 

"Yoongi, I have to shower before we can leave." You complained shifting from leg to leg.

"No ones gonna notice, Baby girl. Just put on some sweatpants and you'll be fine. Oh, and a bra." He winked at you, and you just giggled and pulled him in for another kiss.

"So pizza?"

"Yes pizza. Why is that even a question."