#because his stupid ass had made a big deal about never having seen my face before like a week prior

[gobbluthbutagirl]

favorite lead at my job happened to come into the break room while i had my mask off today and he mentioned he had NEVER seen my whole face before. which is like. i have literally broken down crying in front of this man before and you’re telling me i didn’t take my mask off. Yeah that does sound like me

[youre-gonna-see-a-lot-of-me]

That's so fucked up that people are romantizing Franco, because even Red Barrels are showing him as a total creep and disgusting person. In Outlast Tag I have a feeling that some artists are making him completly different character, making him charming/safe/lovely. I even have seen some people who were drawing him with normal face (without big forehead) and you couldn't tell them that it's the right character design! I feel like Franco enjoyers are more agressive than fans of other Outlast character. Even with Coyle/Eddie simps they seem to understand that they are evil and they murder others, but with Franco I feel like they can take it when someone tell them that he's grown up, murder people in very brutal way and his voice lines are just disgusting... it really seems that people are getting agressive only because someone tell some shit about 🎀✨️Franco🎀✨️. I know his fans isn't the only one that have stick in their ass (cause I seen a lot of shit bout Coyle/Big Grunts/Easterman etc.) but yall need to understand that FRANCO IS A GROWN ASS MAN and you would run for your life if you'd meet someone in irl as 1% fucked up as he is. Saying that he's just a Baby and he made nothing wrong is just 🤮 and problem is in yall if you justificate him and things he made.

idk how to tell you this ,,,, but this game is fictional. The characters are fictional. You're free to feel however you want about them, just like I and anyone else is.

I partially agree with the part about changing his appearance to make him look more "normal" or whatever, but at the same time people are allowed to interpret their favs however they want to. They can draw / write for him however they want to. I don't like "fixing" his face, just because it (personally) feels like saying "he's too ugly", but again, that's just me. As an artist, I know that people are going to have different interpretations of a character I like. It's just part of other people existing in the world. Not everyone thinks like you do, and that's okay.

Do you know how many posts I saw (and STILL see) about Eddie Gluskin, doing essentially the same thing as what you said people do with Franco?? That man would cut you open to "make a baby in you" no hesitation and people still ""romanticize"" him (me fuckin included I LOVE YOU EDDIE). Its just part of liking fucked up characters, some people are going to want to make them more "normal".

Personally, I see the normalization as more like wanting to give him some normalcy in his life, because of his past / lore. I love the idea of letting Franco have a normal life, be a normal person. A life where he never had to deal with the stupid Mafia stuff, had a decent father and never ran into Murkoff, having a normal, happy life. But, I also seriously adore his original, fucked up character.

Honestly, who actually cares if people are "justifying" his actions??? None of them are real. He is not real. I have never understood the sentiment that you have to make sure people know you don't justify a fictional characters actions... they are not real. It's not a real person. None of the things he did happened.

Maybe it's just me, but I would not run from someone like him. That's not some edge lord "im so evil and dark" bs but because of my real life experiences. Been with and around people in my life / family who are quite like him and I didn't run.

I imagine some of us are using it as a sort of coping mechanism, because (at least for me) some of us dealt with people who treated us like he would. Though, that's getting into personal territory, and I won't try and speak for others.

All I can really say is either learn that not everybody's going to have the same ideas as you or block the tag. Sorry if that's too harsh a response, but life is too short to really give that much of a fuck about someone /something other people like.

And I've said this before but this is literally Outlast, all of the characters are this fucked up, it's not just him.

Like does no one remember Outlast 2??? Does no one remember the pile of dead burnt babies, or the hundreds of other fucked up things in that game?? I really feel like Franco does not compare.

So, can we please just be over with this now? I mean, drama is totally fun and I love it, but I can imagine others don't.

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 17- Grimmjow x Enemy!Reader (Mirror Sex)

  *Requested by reader ;)*   

  Another day, another threat to the Soul Society. It was getting tiring by how often bad things were happening to your place of work, well home. First you had to deal with intruders, then to find out that three of your Squad Captains, Aizen, Gin and Tosen, were actually the bad guys. Which was worse for you because Gin was your squad captain. Then after that, you had to deal with some Arrancar mess that you barely knew anything about! It was just so frustrating!

        You let out a small huff of cusses as you patrolled Karakura Town. You've heard rumors of Arrancar activity, but no one has yet to see anything yet. You've never actually seen an Arrancar, you just knew that they were your enemies. Another sigh escaped your lips as you hurried to a nearby Hollow. The least they could have done was give you a partner to chat with. Instead, they told you to keep alert and to not involve Ichigo and his friends.

"I'm so bored!" You groaned loudly.

        Gasping, you heard a gate open from behind. Quickly grabbing your zanpakuto, you waited for another Hollow to appear. To your surprise, it wasn't. Your eyes widen as you observed the person before you. He was tall, had cyan colored hair, a broken mask on his face, white clothes and a hole in his-wait hole?

"Uhhhhh, you wouldn't happen to be...an Arrancar?" You asked, hesitating your next move. The man looked at your,

"What's a chick like yerself doin' with that sword?" He asked, his tone harsh. You started to shake before him,

"What does it look like?!" You huffed, trying to stay calm. The man stuffed his hands in his pockets, observing you,

"Didn't know there were chicken Soul Reapers."

"Am not!" You swung your blade towards him, only for him to catch it, "I am a proud member of Squad 3! I will stop you in your tracks, Arrancar! Remember my name, (Y/N), because it will be me who-"

"I'm bored of this," The man huffed, throwing you over his shoulder with ease and taking your blade.

"Hey!"

"(Y/N) of Squad 3? Hm, wasn't that Gin's shitty group?" He muttered before opening up another gate, "Whatever, got me a prize."

        You protested against him, trying to break free. It was embarrassing how easily overpowered you were. This Arrancar had to be extremely strong in order to stop you with ease. He also mentioned Gin. This stranger was taking you to where your old Squad Captain was. Just the thought of seeing him made you confused. What was going to happen to you? You were an enemy to these guys. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you thought of the worst case scenario.

"Fuck, I hate whiners."

"S-Shut up! I'm allowed to cry if I'm scared!"

"Tch, ain't no reason to be...yet."

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        You were confused and surprised by how things turned out. Gin recognized you and ended up taking pity, allowing you to stay as a prisoner. Apparently you were such a small inconvenience that Aizen found no need to worry about you. Honestly, you should be mad, You should be disappointed, but you were just happy to still be alive. You were hurt knowing that nothing you did would change anything to Aizen's big plan, but at least you got to live. Even if it were as a prisoner.

"C'mon, move yer ass." Grimmjow grumbled.

        You shot a glare towards the sexy stranger who kidnapped you. None of this would have happened if he would have just left you alone. Now, you were stuck as his prisoner. For all you knew, Aizen left you with him for the solo purpose of Grimmjow killing you himself. Grimmjow easily stopped you from even attacking him. It was probably easy for him to snap your neck. Perhaps you could use something else to get the upper hand.

"Don't even think bout it. I'm too tired to clean up any mess." 

"There is no way you can read minds." You huffed. Grimmjow just rolled his eyes as he opened a door for you,

"I ain't stupid. I can hear them escape thoughts under yer breathe. Yer mine now, so just do as I say and don't piss me off."

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        You loved to piss Grimmjow off. It was amusing how angry he would get. The fire in his eye as he clenched his fist or that sexy scowl he would do, just made it more fun. You had been stuck with Grimmjow about two weeks now. Honestly, being his prisoner was not the worst thing in the world. His training was the only thing that was brutal. He was treating you like one of his men. Something about needing to learn to fend for yourself, blah blah. What need was there if you were a prisoner?

        Today was just another day of training. Grimmjow has summoned you and his fraccion our to the training grounds. Of course, you had to wait for him to pick you up. One of the many fun perks about being a prisoner was that you had to be escorted everywhere. All you had to hear was his grunt to know that Grimmjow was at your door.

"I'll be out in a minute," You told him. Another grunt, "The door is open if you hate waiting so much."

"Yer a pain in the ass, ya know that?" Grimmjow spat, entering your room.

"Boohoo, I'm your enemy, I'm supposed to be annoying." You looked at your hair once more in your large mirror, "Don't like it, then teach me a lesson I won't hate."

        Words you would soon regret. Grimmjow was watching you from the doorway. He noticed your large mirror once more. Stepping inside, he closed the door and locked it. You wanted to to learn something new? Something you won't hate? Grimmjow had just an idea. Something perfect for his so called enemy.

"Ya know, if I were really yer enemy, then ya shouldn't have let me in so easily." Grimmjow approached you from behind. You noticed him through your mirror,

"Complications." You went to turn, but Grimmjow wrapped his arms around your body, "What are-"

"Teachin' ya a lesson ya won't hate."

        Your eyes widen as you watched his hands go under your shirt to your breasts. He had a wide smirk on his face as he made eye contact with you through the mirror. You whimpered lowly as he groped your breasts, giving them rough and tight squeezes. You tried to squirm out of his grip, but it was to no avail. Grimmjow was far stronger than you.

"Bet ya regret not trainin', huh?"

"L-Lemme go,"

        Grimmjow nibbled against your ear, choosing to ignore your pleas. He tore your shirt off, enjoying the expressions you were making. He ripped your bra and started to pinch your nipples, earning quiet moans from you. You tried to hold back your voice, but Grimmjow was making your body burn. You won't lie, you had imagined this scenario once or twice. Grimmjow was sexy, but he was also an asshole, so you assumed this would never happen.

        You let out another moan as Grimmjow brought his hand under your panties, rubbing your clit. He started to bite and suck against your neck, not breaking eye contact with you through the mirror. Your body arched against his, moaning lowly as he roughly rubbed your sensitive bud. Your body was getting hotter, more desperate for his touch. No! You had to remember that Grimmjow was your enemy. You should not be doing this with him.

"So fuckin' wet for me, huh? Ya like it when yer enemy touches ya like this? When I touch ya?" Grimmjow whispered in your ear. You could see the wide smirk on his face.

"N-No!" You protested, but cried out as he entered a finger inside your wet pussy, "Hah...D-Don't...mhm..."

"Huah? Can't hear ya," Grimmjow ripped your pants and panties, "Look at yerself, so wet just from me touchin' ya."

        You whimpered as you looked at your self in the mirror. Your naked body pressed against Grimmjow as his hands moved against your pussy. You shuddered as he entered another finger, pumping them inside you. Watching him fuck your pussy with his hand was turning you on more. You could see how wet he was making you. 

"Yer face says it wants more," Grimmjow held your cheeks, "Look at yer slutty face, tell me ya want yer enemy's dick shoved inside ya."

"Mhm...N-No," You whined, still being stubborn. Grimmjow pumped his fingers faster into you, "W-Wait-"

"The feelin' of being fucked by yer enemy turns ya on, huh? I think it turns me on too,"

        You whined as Grimmjow removed his fingers. He placed them in your mouth while he took out his dick. You gulped as he pressed you against the mirror, positioning himself. You were being stubborn, but you did want his dick. Just once you wanted to listen to your intrusive thoughts. Whimpering as Grimmjow started to shove his cock inside your pussy, you returned to the mirror. The face you were making was so lewd, so dirty. It wasn't like you.

        Grimmjow slapped your ass as he shoved himself all the way in. You arched your back, moaning loudly at the sudden thrust. Holding your hips in place, Grimmjow started to pound your pussy with force. He chuckled darkly as he watched you through the mirror. Your face getting more fucked out with each thrust he gave you. 

"Awe, look at yer slutty face. Does yer enemy's dick feel that good inside ya? Cuz yer pussy feels so goddamn tight."

"Mhm, n-" You moaned as he gave you a rough thrust, "Y-Yes! Ah~ W-Wai-"

"Can't hear ya, tell me what cha want." Grimmjow slapped himself against you, his balls hitting your clit each time. You whimpered, reaching your first orgasm,

"I...I want you, Grimmjow. P-please don't....mhm stop."

"Nah, tell me it right, or I'll stop." He threaten, slowing his pace. You shuddered, your pussy trying to suck him in,

"I-I want my enemy to fuck me! W-Wreck my pussy to your shape!" You cried out.

        Grimmjow just laughed madly as he continued his rough thrusts. He pulled your hair, forcing you to watch yourself. You eyes nearly rolled back as you felt yourself about to cum again. Grimmjow's dick kept hitting you in all the right places. You shouldn't be doing this. He was your enemy, but it felt so good. Crying out his name, you cam hard against his dick. Grimmjow enjoyed the lewd expressions you were making and kept drilling his cock into you.

"We can make this yer new trainin' routine, since ya don't like my other one." Grimmjow picked you up, fucking you directly in front of the mirror with everything showing, "Wouldn't ya like that?"

        You trembled from the position he held you at. You were a moaning mess, unable to respond to him. Glancing back at the mirror, you grew flustered as you watched his cock drill into you. Watching him fuck you just made you cum again, moaning loudly. Grimmjow just chuckled, taking that as a yes before filling you again. He stopped, staring at the two of you in the mirror. Cum was leaking out of your pussy as his cock stayed deep inside you.

"Hm, just once more. Don't think my enemy learned her lesson yet." He said with a sadistic smirk.

"N-No....Don't think....I did."

[drewsbuzzcut]

7

college baseball player!drew starkey x fem!reader

a college baseball au blurb

warnings: none that i can think of

Your professor was late to class again, and if you had to listen to the people seated in front of you squeal about the university’s successful baseball game and the hot players one more time, you were going to get violent. It was too early in the morning to be talking about something so irrelevant.

“And did you see number 7? He’s so hot and he’s literally the best player on the team. He made two home runs yesterday,” you hear the intended whispers. You don’t even stop yourself from rolling your eyes, not caring if anyone saw you.

You drown out all the talking afterwards. You desperately wanted to get this class over with, and your late professor was just making you more frustrated.

“Sorry I’m late! Traffic was horrendous. Speaking of horrendous, did you all catch yesterday’s baseball game. Our guys tore them apart,” your professor gained and lost your attention all within one minute.

“It’s just a stupid baseball game,” you whisper. Well, it was supposed to be a whisper, but just about everyone around you heard it.

“Well, y/n, why do you think it’s just a stupid game?” Your professor challenges you.

“Who cares if someone can hit a ball outside the park? The game is irrelevant and boring,” you state.

“Please! The game isn’t boring, you just don’t understand it,” a voice from behind you rebuttals.

When you turn around you’re about to let out a scoff, but it gets caught in your throat. Your eyes widen and lips part in shock. The man the voice belonged to was very very attractive. He was wearing a smug smirk. You wanted to slap it off his face.

“I don’t understand? You’re literally tossing a ball around, and when the player tries to hit it, they usually fail. The game lacks intensity,” you say, not one to back down in an argument.

“That’s where you’re wrong. The game gets intense. Have you ever seen a game when both teams are neck to neck, scoring run after run? Have you ever seen a dugout clearing fight?”

“No, I’ve never actually been to a game, or watched one because-“

“Never witnessed a game? Then how would you know that baseball is boring and lacks intensity?” He wins the argument, making you shoot a glare in his direction.

His smirk never leaves his face. It even grows when he sees your glare. His blue eyes are sparkling, and he nods his head when the other people around him agree with his words. He’s cocky.

It leaves you feeling embarrassed. You let out a small huff and turn back around in your seat. You wanted so badly to exit the room, but you weren’t going to embarrass yourself even more.

The boy who you were debating with enjoyed your reactions. The way you lost focus when your eyes landed on him, and the way he could tell by your fiery eyes and clenched fists that you wanted to rip him apart, riled him up even more. He thought you were cute.

For the rest of the class, his eyes were glued to you. He tried to talk to you after class ended, but you hauled ass through the halls and out the exit.

For the rest of the day you occupied his thoughts. He could still see your faint pout when everyone agreed with him, and the way you blinked your eyes fast as if you were avoiding tears. He felt bad after, he didn’t mean to make it such a big deal- especially in a class full of his team’s supporters.

He was lucky when he saw you walking after he got out of baseball practice. He was also lucky that you didn’t dump your cup of coffee on his head when you realized that he was the one stopping you to talk.

“Hey, I’m glad I ran into you,” he says through pants as he was still out of breath from practice.

“Of course you’re a baseball player. It makes so much sense now,” you scoff when you realize that the boy from your morning class was dressed in a dirty uniform.

“Look, I didn’t mean to cause a big scene this morning. It wasn’t my intention,” he apologizes.

“What were your intentions exactly?” You spit out with a roll of your eyes.

If you didn’t roll your eyes, they’d be glued to his pretty face and even prettier, blue eyes.

“I was just trying to defend myself and my team.”

“Good for you. I’m leaving now,” you respond.

“Wait!”

What more could he want with you?

“Can I take you on a date?” He wasn’t going to ask, but he couldn’t miss this opportunity.

“You’re kidding right? Why would I want to go out with you?” You’re shocked at his question, not expecting this morning’s banter to turn into this.

“Give me one chance. Just one. I can guarantee that you’ll be wanting a second date,” he muses.

“You’re so sure of yourself.”

“I’m a confident guy. So, is that a yes?”

“One date,” you tell him. You couldn’t help but grant him his request. He was good looking and you wanted to see if he was as charming as he seems.

He grins and shakes his fist in an excited manner. His blue eyes lock with your eyes, and you’re having a hard time not getting lost in them.

“Leave everything to me. Can I give you my number, so I can let you know the details?”

“If you must,” now you’re just playing around with him.

After exchanging phone numbers, you let yourself breathe and reflect on what you were agreeing with.

“Okay, I’ll see you, say, Friday at 7pm?”

“This better be good, 7,” you say referring to his jersey number and walking away from him without sparing another glance in his direction.

He laughs at your tough exterior and mentally plans all the ways he could break down your walls.

a/n: We finally know how reader and Drew met!!! I felt the urge to go back in time with the story, so you will be getting more of Drew and reader during the start of their relationship! Enjoy!

[mayzingly]

all the s2 ep3 parts ruined with yapping

!!SPOILERS, IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED ANY OF THEM GO WATCH THEM!!

I haven’t seen an episode be split up in parts since s1 ep10, so either Brittany decided to do it in parts instead of all at once because she knew we would complain about it literally being three months since the last one, or THEYRE COOKING

^^^^^^^^

so the episode starts with them walking on a path, which means im allowed to assume that Pyrare and Ajacenus went in the forest and then got ajavex from somewhere.

first thing I notice right off the bat is how enthusiastic they are about beating their sister up😭😭 like y’all are forgetting that whatever injuries ajaceare gets, ajacent has to deal with. they just don’t fade once she becomes uncorrupted, do they

that’s all I had to say about the first part, since it was surprisingly more boring than I remember

^^^^^^^^

this is my favorite out of the prevs.

the episode starts with ajaceare running like she just got 500$ from her mom and was told she could spend it on anything. dub then asks her how collecting pieces has been going. she pulls out a BIG ASS BAG. if im correct there are 20 artists featured in jsab minus the ones that already gave their pieces and some of them are one timers (avenza, pegboard nerds (iirc), plesco, silva hound, nanobii, TECHNICALLY omnitica, etc etc) so like where did she get all them pieces???

there are multiple theories about who those people could be, but I choose to believe theyre 2/5 out of Shirobon because

THATS A TAIL. AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAS A TAIL? A FOX. AND YOU KNOW WHATS A SONG BY SHIROBON IN JSAB? FOX!!! TOTES DIDNT RUN ON ONE HOUR OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT😃😃😃😃

also, I hope this is just a transition because OTHERWISE HOW DID SHE NOT NOTICE THEM.

one sentence to describe this episode: tri-py.

anyways, onto the next one. you better get your popcorn ready cause im about to RANT.

*cracks knuckles*

and OF COURSE SHES ON A TREE.

why is literally every monster either corrupted or a pacifist in tpc. like YALL GOT FIGHTING SKILLS, USE EM “don’t you know we monsters never attack shapes??” That’s only for YOU, your SAILOR MOON HAVING ASS HAIR LOOKING ELDER SISTER, and “SAILOR MOON”’S BITCHASS BARRACUDA HAVING FRIEND.

girl. im sorry but if I was a monster id be throwing these hands left and right.

“How could you have gotten corrupted like this?” gee idk, maybe a corrupted person touched her!??? Shocking wow “You’re supposed to stay in the mountains like the rest of us!!” bro shes 1000, im pretty sure shes able to not be huddled under u all the time.

“Now give me your pieces!!”

again, this makes

NO.

FUCKING.

SENSE!!!

IF SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT PYRARE, SHE WOULDVE SAID “Give me HIS pieces!” But instead shes saying “Your”.

I don’t know WHY the hell Ajacenus and ajavex would even have pieces, because it’s clear that they don’t have the triangle symbol like every other group member, but even if they did, IT WOULD BE INCOMPLETE BECAUSE AJACENUS IS SUPPOSED TO BE WICKED - AVENZA AND AJAVEX IS DEADLOCKED - F-777!!! SEE HOW ITS TWO DIFFERENT ARTISTS???

AND PLUS, EVEN IF SHE DID JUST MEAN PYRARE, HE WOULDNT HAVE A SINGLE PIECE BECAUSE THEY HAVENT GONE TO THE LAND OF TRIANGLES YET!!!

CAUSE I KNOW DAMN WELL SHE DIDNT FORGET TO ANIMATE THE HAIR DETAILS. I DONT GET WHY THEYRE LEFT OUT OF THIS, THEY COULDVE USED THE SHIELD FROM HER DRESS INSTEAD!!

PYRARE, MOVE!!! QUIT BEING LAZY!!! MOVE YOUR FACE!! DUMBAS-

AND THEN YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CLAP. BRO.

BROOOO🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

one sentence to describe this episode: BRITTANY COOKED BUT NOBODYS HUNGRY🔥🔥

last and definitely least, is the 4th part. now, the whole video was a bossfight so I don’t have much to say except SHE GOT PUFF PONYTAILS YAAAAAAAAA

I hope she isn’t batshit ugly or I might just remove s2 ep3 part 5 from my consciousness once it comes out

…yeah I had to remove it from my consciousness because WTH is this

“What happened to me?” Girl do you have the big D? (dementia)

HAHAHHH THE STUPID FACE HE MADE IN THE HALLOWEEN SHORT IS BACK, only thing I’m happy about. However…

“It isnt right for a male to hit a female” dude sybau. you throw hands all you want if you feel provoked. pussy.

anyways, onto dub. his section was the only entertaining part. Seeing him tweak like that genuinely made me go “😧” IRL

“Which caretaker is it!? I swear if it’s the anxious one…” made me BUST OUT laughing. Though I do wonder what he would’ve done if the flower lied to him and said it was “the anxious one” who I’m assuming is cube.

“So you decided to come out of retirement?” im curious about this, because… how does he even go into retirement in the first place?

though, I’m gonna talk about three things here.

1. I think (Altered) finally gives us an answer to what Circusic meant in episode 2. “The same way you are!” So we all saw him get revived by the reaper and turn into circubit, so when he says that I can only guess that Iris got revived that same way. You get revived, but with some perks, aka ALTERATIONS.

2. Every flower is infected? That means George is probably back.

3. Circusic is infected??? Either he doesn’t know that hes uncorrupted; or HES BAAAACK!!!!

[reincarnatedonthefirst]

Client Recap

Today’s new client was interesting. I knew, from his email, that he had a hard time dating but what I didn’t know is that he was a virgin. It’s a fcking honor to be chosen to take a man’s virginity.

He was in his early thirties. I was nervous about seeing him because younger clients can be overly aggressive for no reason or just downright dangerous. I’ve never seen a client this young.

He was skinny and kind of had a weird way of talking. I don’t think it was a developmental issue, although, he also did seem to have some issue with his arms. So maybe something occurred at birth or when he was young.

Anyway, I was nervous after he told me he was a virgin (“virginity” is just some stupid social construct anyway, but still, a very real thing to me). I had no idea how to approach him. I just wanted him to feel comfortable.

I had him take his clothes off after the first 10 minutes. At the 30-minute mark, I had him touch, stroke me. I touched his legs. In the dark, I could see him making weird faces that honestly looked as if he was in pain. I couldn’t tell if the feelings for him were weird or painful. It was actually really interesting to watch his facial expressions.

Anyway, none of the foreplay was getting him aroused. He was either too nervous, not attracted to me, or just not in the frame of mind to be aroused… Or, he’s not wired to be aroused in the way that most men are. I had him squeeze and rub my breasts and he just held them and left his hands there… unmoving. Most dumb, male, simians only need to even see a woman half naked to be aroused: legs, ass, breasts, thighs. I don’t think these were triggers for this client.

The interesting thing is that he admitted to having a fetish: he liked for girls to sit on his shoulders, with his head between their thighs (as with most people’s fetishes, the fetish originated in his younger years). I’ve learned that people with fetishes just don’t get turned on by vanilla sex so the fact that he wasn’t enjoying foreplay but had a fetish made sense.

Anyway, I had him lay his head in between my thighs for a little while but I’m not sure that did much for him either.

He generally couldn’t stay hard and he needed a smaller condom. Until his ninety minutes were up, we went back and forth between kissing, touching, humping, and attempting penetration. It was all a bust.

Finally, I gave him an HJ (he likes to have his balls and shaft simultaneously stroked with one hand). I got him off in about two minutes. When I saw the condom tip fill up like a balloon, I knew it was over. Interestingly enough, each time I went to the bathroom during the session, I watched him in the bathroom mirror and could see him gently applying pressure to his balls as he lay in bed. I eventually realized that his balls were a sweet spot for him.

I think he enjoyed himself with me but he said that sex is not as big a deal as the world makes it out to be. I appreciated hearing this so much because it’s true but most men put such a premium on sex. Chalk it up to conditioning. I think he will definitely be one of those people who discovers that their sexual preferences are out of the “norm”. He even said that porn looks “low quality” and isn’t arousing because of how it’s cheaply produced… 😂 Give this man an award.

Anyway, he said that paying for an escort was a luxury he really couldn’t afford and said he would see me again next year. This was definitely a memorable session and humbled me. You think you’re hot shit until you find out you can’t make a virgin orgasm… Mind-blowing.

[ofmermaidstories]

for the love of god do pt2 for the soulmate au DEAR GOD PLEASE IT WAS SO GOOD PLEEEEASE PLEEEEEASE

“The down-payment is ¥500,000,” she says, and your mouth thins before you slide the envelop across to her. Five hundred thousand yen was enough money to pay your rent for a few good solid months or keep you in new books for years. Five hundred thousand yen was emergency money, flee money, start-over-again money—but, you figured, this counted as an emergency, as a way to start over again.

The woman across from you—husky, a round face and her hair piled on top of her head in loose curls—goes to take it, but you keep your hand flat ontop.

“It works, right?” You ask. “I’m not just paying out of my ass for nothing, am I?”

She does you the grace of not laughing, though her lips—full and soft—twitch. “Baby,” she says, and you rankle at the name, “I’m not in the business of ripping people off. My Quirk is the real deal.”

Her eyes are clear gray—like water along stones. Instead of fighting you for the cash she leans back into her chair, taking out a silver cigarette case and tapping it against the table. “Playing around with other peoples’ soul bonds is dangerous,” she tells you, laying the case flat and flicking it open. “Not for me, mind, but for them. People don’t come to me for a joke, Baby. They come to me because they’re bonded to someone abusive, to someone who’s going to hurt them. I don’t do this to accomodate people who change their minds or get bored. I do this because I can; because sometimes it’s a matter of a survival.”

They’re big words; you can feel your frown. “Yeah, you’re big on helping,” you say, churlish. “Is that why it costs so much?”

The woman smiles at you, her eyes crinkling—lighting her cigarette in silence.

You found her on the internet.

You couldn’t be—wouldn’t be—bound to Dynamight of all people. Not when he was already bound to Deku—not when they were both Pro Heroes, and big ones at that, heavy hitters who routinely found themselves fighting for their lives, for each other’s lives, for the country. What would you do with that? What could you do with that? Sit at home and wait for him, knowing that one day he could very well die in his soulmate’s arms? It was alright for someone like Uravity—she might have been Deku’s wife, but she was a Pro Hero in her own right, the chances she’d be there with them were astronomical. You would never be apart of that—you would always have to wait. You, singular.

You had fled from Dynamight as soon as you realised what had planted your feet so solidly there. You hadn’t even looked back—just wretched away from him like he was explosive, and ran. He’d shouted out something—you didn’t care what—and then you had spent that first night in your apartment, pacing, wondering what the hell to do with your elated heart. All the stories people told were right—you had just known. You had seen his stupid face, smooth and unamused and waiting—and you had known. And it was awful. You knew too much about him—you knew too much about his world. There was never any chance.

“I don’t do this with unwilling participants,” the woman across from you says, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Say it aloud: are you sure you want to be unbound?”

You’re in the back of her shop; it’s old, smells of the wooden walls and the dust that’s collected her and the cleaning products sitting in crates nearby. Were you sure you wanted to be unbound? Your best friend from high-school, with his soul-mate-and-rival, complained to you constantly that he hated him, that he’d pay any amount of money to be rid of “the bastard” but even though they both talked like that, neither of them had made a move to do anything about it. They were groomsmen at each other’s weddings, your best friend was the godfather to his soul-mate’s child—they complained about each other, fought against each other constantly on the court, but they loved one another. It didn’t lessen their love for their spouses, or their children, or their friendships. But then—when his soul-mate had gotten into a severe car crash, your best friend hadn’t left his side, waiting. He had stayed until he woke up.

Could you do it, you wondered? You tried to imagine watching Dynamight in the news—watching him go down in flames after Deku, chasing him to the end. Them, together. You, singular.

“Yes,” you say, and your voice shakes. “I’m sure.”

[despairforme]

Thoughts on portrait tattoos? How would he have reacted if one of his ex partners had gotten Nnoitra's face on their skin?

❝ My face on their skin? HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! ❞ He could not stop laughing, his shoulders shaking with each inhale. Just the mental image of his own face staring back at him from some place on one of his exes' bodies? IT WAS TOO FUNNY! He placed a hand against his chest as if to ease himself from the burst of laughter, which lasted for another long moment. When it died down, he was still chuckling.

Not only did Nnoitra have tattoos of his own, he'd also dated a tattoo artist for several years. So yeah, he knew a thing or two about tattoos. Portrait tattoos... He was not against them, but he thought you were pretty fucking STUPID if you got a tattoo of your partner. He, himself, had two couple tattoos. One he'd gotten with Kyota, and one he'd gotten with Grimmjow. Obviously both those relationships had, in the end, gone down the drain. But, the tattoos were not obvious relationship tattoos, so he didn't need to explain them to people ( not that anyone ever asked ). The one he'd gotten with Kyota was so tiny that for the most part, it was hidden beneath the bracelets he always wore. The one he'd gotten with Grimmjow was considerably larger, but - it was just a tribal sun tattoo, so no big deal. Grimmjow had a matching one - a moon. Yeah, getting couple tattoos had been fucking STUPID, and he was never going to do that shit again. That was something he probably didn't have to worry about, because the chances of him finding someone who'd want to date him in the first place... Let's just say the chances were slim.

While he'd been with Kyota ( the tattoo artist ), he'd seen plenty of his clients come in for cover-ups. Some of those had been portraits. Not always because the portrait was of a past lover, but because a lot of the times the portrait tattoo was shit. It made sense that doing a good portrait was one of the hardest things a tattoo artist could do. If you paid for cheap work? Your portrait was going to look fucking terrible. This was yet another reason not to get that sort of artwork on your body. What if the tattoo artist fucked it up? It was obviously much harder to tattoo a photo-realistic face than to tattoo a... Flower or whatever.

❝ I don't think anyone would be stupid enough 'ta get my face tattooed on 'em, but if they did, I'd laugh my ass off, 'fo 'sho. ❞ He was still chuckling, finding the whole idea so goddamn ridiculous. ❝ In general, I think people can get whatever tattoos they want. Ain't my business. If they wanna take 'da risk 'n get a portrait? It's their problem when they end up regrettin' it, or when it turns out lookin' like shit. ❞

[hushbats]

Jonathan Byers’ Bogus Journey

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Day 1: 08/14/1987

Somewhere in Illinois, Route 50

 I knew I shouldn’t have said anything to anyone about any of this. It was only supposed to be Steve and I on this road trip. And even that was a tough pill to swallow – having to ask Steve of all people for a ride. We still aren’t really on the best terms since the whole Nancy debacle and I don’t really blame him. It was fucked up what we did and he didn’t deserve it no matter how much of an asshole he was. But what can I say, I was desperate for a ride. I needed to get to Argyle in time for his birthday to surprise him, and I sure as hell don’t have money for a flight. Driving cross-country seemed like the best option – the only option if I’m honest. I was just lacking a car. Steve seems to be a guy with a lot of free time and money Steve is a nice guy, and I had nothing to lose by asking except maybe my pride. I didn’t really expect him to say yes after everything, but he did! I didn’t even have to sell him on the idea. But I knew it was too good to be true. Luck doesn’t run that way for a Byers.

 Steve ran into Billy at the liquor store last Saturday and spilled about our little road trip, so of course Billy wanted in. Of everyone in Hawkins he would be the first in line if it meant getting out of middle-America and back to California. And he was the last person I wanted to be stuck in a car with for a couple of days. I still can’t tell if he’s bullying me or if he’s just like that with everyone. It usually feels like he is – like I’m not in on the joke. So, when he found me and asked me told me he was hitching a ride, I couldn’t say no. I panicked. I just had flashbacks of swirlies and getting shoved into lockers and said yes – like it would somehow spare me. It never had but it’s ingrained in me nonetheless. I guess I need to work on that.

 Anyway, where Billy goes, Eddie goes. I should have seen that one coming. Of the three of them, I know Eddie the best. We were both on the lower rungs of the high school hierarchy and so our paths crossed often. He was also the man to go to for weed so there was that too. We’d smoke together, shooting the shit and talking about school and music. He isn’t such a bad guy. Maybe he’ll even keep Billy of my ba〽

 “Watch it, Eddie! Ugh – dude, you made my pen slip!”

 ba〽 back. But I also do not want to deal with him. He’s kind of a lot. Not to mention that he’s the reason we left Hawkins so late because he insisted we take his van. Yes, it’s more spacious for the four of us, but it’s also a piece of shit.

 “Munson, sit the fuck down! Do you want to run us off the road?!”

 “Yeah Munson, get your scrawny ass out of my face!”

 “The metal gods will smite me if I don’t smash your stupid preppy mix tape, Harrington.”

 “Let’s hope they do, asshole.”

 “Turn it up, Byers!”

 “Shup up, Billy! You’re not helping!”

 “I wasn’t trying to.”

 “It’s blasphemy, I tell you! Blasphemy!! How dare you taint the sanctuary that is my metal chariot with Wham I will never forgive you, Stevie!”

 “Hey! Hey! Driver picks the music, that was the agreement. Last time I checked, I’m the driver. Besides, we listened to your noise for four hours and put up with your bad driving and we never complained once! Get a grip, you big baby! …And don’t call me Stevie.”

 They have been bickering non-stop since we left. Well, Steve and Eddie have. Eddie has been pushing Steve’s buttons just to get a rise out of him for his own entertainment. What he says is pretty harsh, but his teasing tone and smirk are a dead giveaway that he’s just messing with him. Well, maybe not to Steve because he takes the bait every time. Billy has been surprisingly calm so far and hasn’t said a whole lot. He doesn’t seem bothered by all the noise, where as I can feel a migraine coming on.

 “Tsk, it’s bad enough that I’m stuck back here with only Billy for company. But now I can’t even listen to my own music in my own van?! I’m bored out of my mind. Like, seriously, I might as well be talking at a big…angry statue. Wha-ow! What was that for?”

 “Why would I talk when you talk enough for the both of us? You’re exhausting.”

 “But you loooove it!”

 “Whatever.”

 Oh yeah. How could I forget. Nancy has a sneaking suspicion there is something going on between Eddie and Billy. I’m not completely sold. Just because they’re pretty much inseparable, and terrorise the town together doesn’t mean there’s anything going on. Then again, Nancy can sniff out the truth in an instant. It’s like a sixth sense in a way. It’s kind of difficult for me to read people anyway, so what do I know. They’re a magnet for trouble for sure; drinking, smoking, loitering and God knows what else. They’re a weird combo. Like, it shouldn’t work, but it does. Maybe Nance was onto something.

 “Barf!”

 And if I didn’t know any better, I’d think Steve might be a little jealous.

 “Hey Byres, how far to the next gas station?”

 “Uh, just a sec. Looks like we’re only about three miles out from the next town. There should be one there.”

 “Yes! Great! Finally, a reprieve from Stevie’s shit taste in music! Full offence by the way.”

 “If you don’t quit your whining, I’ll drive your precious ‘metal chariot’ into a tree. How about that, Munson?”

 “Try it! I dare you, Harrington. See what happens.”

 “Okay, the both of you, shut up. And eyes on the road, Steve, or we’ll end up wrapped around a tree for real.”

 “Come here, idiot.”

 “Steve started it.”

 “You know he didn’t.”

 “Hey! Whose side are you on?”

 “The winning side. Always. And that ain’t you this time.”

 “You wound me.”

 “Want me to kiss it better?”

 Okay so it’s confirmed, Eddie and Billy are a thing!!

 “Alright, alright, knock it off. New rule. No PDA in close quarters.”

 “You’re just jealous.”

 “Uh, as if.”

 And Steve is definitely jealous. This is going to be the longest two days of my life!

[empire-at-war]

KINKTOBER DAY 25

kink of the day: Uniform

additional kinks/warnings: dirty, messy sex

characters: Vic and Julien :)

A/N: yes, I occasionally ship my own OCs with each other. These two are bitter exes who still think about each other a lot, apparently.

here’s some amazing art of these two idiots on Nar Shaddaa

***

Right off the top of his head Vic could tell several stories in which thinking with his dick had gotten him in big trouble. He'd gotten shot once, stabbed and beaten up several times, and one time he had ruined a marriage and an intergalactic trade agreement, all because of one, amazing blowjob in an elevator, but none of those incidents could even begin to compare to the mistake he was about to make right now.

“That wasn't part of our deal.” Julien's voice was steady, but he didn't LOOK steady. More importantly, Vic realized he hadn't said 'no'. “Deals change.”

Julien retreated back to his stupid desk and turned his back on Vic. He was clearly stalling, busying himself with taking off the white gloves that went with his immaculate dress uniform. “I just.... I can't.” He didn't seem able to elaborate. His shoulders were tight with tension. Vic was strangely calm. He always was, once he had reached a decision. A few long strides closed the gap between them. Granted, this was the worst decision he had ever made. The absolute worst. But Vic had never been one to half-ass things. “Vic...”

Part of him knew that he should leave right now, before he went too far and there was no going back. He knew this, but instead of taking a step back, instead of punching Julien in the face as he had imagined himself doing so often, he grabbed a fistful of the immaculate white fabric and pulled the bastard in for a kiss.

The beard was new. It was surprisingly soft against his cheek. Vic had expected some resistance, some protest at least, but the lips under his parted eagerly for him, or perhaps desperately would be the better way to describe it.

The soft little moan that escaped Julien's lips definitely sounded desperate. He had closed his eyes, and only when Vic loosened his grip and released his jacket, did he open them again. Had they always been this green? Julien was panting, lips red and parted, face flushed a dark crimson, but he still didn't say 'no'. Vic let his hands run up and down the uniformed chest, stroking the brass and tracing the starched collar with his fingers. His hands were greasy, and left visible marks on the pristine fabric. He couldn't recall seeing Julien in a white uniform before, but he had to admit it looked good on him.

“You're getting my uniform dirty,” Julien complained, his voice a bit too shaky to have any authority.

“Looks like I am,” Vic laughed, leaning closer until he was only inches from the pale blonde hair on Julien's neck. The skin above the starched collar was sticky with sweat. Not one hair out of place on the admiral and his stupid imperial regulation haircut, but he actually shivered as Vic leaned closer. Damn. Last chance to step away and walk out now...

“You're going to get it all messy....” Julien's voice got even more shaky and thick with arousal. Vic could see the bulge starting to form in his uniform pants, and he knew for some reason that as soon as he touched it, he would have crossed some imaginary line. There would be no going back. “So? You always liked it when I made a mess on you.” Vic chuckled, sliding his hands lower to hook into the belt buckle. “Didn't you?”

“That's ridiculous. I don't want your dirty hands on my things,” Julien lied, the strict face he was trying to pull off failing as soon as Vic pushed his own pants down and took himself in hand, giving his cock a few long strokes. The expression on his face when he saw the piercing was very satisfying, Vic wasn't going to lie, he loved the way Julien's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. There was a little voice in the back of his head telling him that this didn't make sense. Julien should have seen him pierced before, shouldn't he? But he pushed that thought away and rubbed his cock against the pristine white fabric of Julien's pants, enjoying the way the admiral's ears turned red too.

Something was off about this, Vic could sense it, but he couldn't bring himself to think too much about it right now. This felt too good. He couldn't stop. He stroked himself faster and was consumed by the fantasy of finishing all over Julien's pretty uniform, the one he was so proud of, to cover the bastard in his cum and…. There was a loud noise, a beeping. That didn't make sense either. Wait. What was... Before Vic could finish jerking off, the blaring alarms of his ship tore him from his dreams. He sat up on his bed, cursing violently, before he jumped out of the bed and dragged himself to the bridge to deal with the situation, trying to ignore his throbbing cock and more importantly, what he had just seen in his dream. Whom he had just seen.

That bastard was just going to continue to make his life miserable, wasn't he? Even after all those years.

[calypso-finale]

Fifty Four. Part 3

It just makes me laugh that he didn’t even attempt to look at the note, he just knew and at least I left a lasting effect on him, he won’t forget me ever. I don’t mean to do with the fact he is my baby father, but he never had a girl like me, his exs aren’t me. He goes for weak minded women, I mean Kenza was pretty, and she was hard on him too, but I think he doesn’t take well to women that have a mouth on them, he just can’t deal with them, he likes bland boring girls. I don’t know how I even got to him, how did he even deal with me to begin with because I wasn’t easy for him, I guess he does love me “what you thinking?” Marcus asked me “I am thinking erm” I smiled “I don’t know, just thinking” I smiled “you have a nice smile you know; my friend likes you a lot” looking at Reuben “so you don’t?” he laughed “I actually have a girlfriend, but you are beautiful and I will admit that, but my friend over her, he is bear. I mean look at his cute little face” he is cute, I smirked “how old are you?” he looks older “twenty five” letting out an oh “you’re a big boy then, I thought you was older” Reuben laughed “I am six foot three” letting out an oh “impressive” I mumbled “you like your short king’s” raising an eyebrow “short who?” I questioned “come on now, I mean half the population knows” I shrugged “height is nothing when they make it up in other ways, I have seen tall men with the smallest things” Marcus gasped, Jack busted out laughing “no, I like her. She is funny” Jack pointed “how about you? How many girls you have on the go” Jack put his hands up “I am looking for the one” rolling my eyes “you’re so cheeky, in a good way though. I like it, come to the game” they are still trying “you can see how thick his legs are, he has insured them too” Marcus pointed, rolling my eyes, I really just want to go home “stop being rude man, just come. I will score a goal for you” Jack and Marcus both screamed out laughing, they really fell out laughing “he can’t score for shit, oh my god” looking at Reuben “it’s not even funny” he defended “Rylee, don’t come. The disappointment” poor him, they are teasing him. Looking away from them smiling, my smile didn’t leave my face as Oakley is staring mad hard, I mean I think we are being loud. Looking down at my phone as it pinged again in my hand, oh it’s him.

From: Oakley

Let’s go

I pulled a face, who is he even speaking too, I know he is mad because of how blunt that message is, he isn’t getting it from me because I refuse to listen to his ass now. He has a girlfriend, what a dickhead.

To: Oakley

Who you speaking too?

I am not going to go back and forth with him over text but I think he is on it already, he is looking at his phone and that girl is right there next to him, he is so rude and she needs to have some self-respect. How can he be so upset that I am going to have fun and move on, I fucked up yeah but then he didn’t need to find another, that’s on him not me.

From: Oakley

U? Let’s go

To: Oakley

Are you serious? You have a girlfriend take her home, fuck you!

From: Oakley

I never claimed her to be mine she is just there!?

To: Oakley

There in your home just leave me alone if it’s about Aziel then talk to me YOU can go home with HER.

From: Oakley

Fr?

To: Oakley

Fr…

Shaking my head “boys, I think it’s home time for me. I need my beauty sleep” getting up from the seat “oh no, already? Game night and we out?” I shrugged “that’s on you both but I have to sleep, I love my sleep” Jack got up “you coming tomorrow? Do it, don’t be mean” Jack is stupid “I will think about it” shaking my head “may I hug you?” he asked “of course, I made new soccer friends” he laughed “fucking soccer, you American’s” he hugged me “nice to meet you either way” nodding my head “I will walk you out” Reuben offered, letting out an oh “Marcus, nice to meet you” waving at him “eyes up Jack” he laughed out, my friends have been sipping the free booze watching on all this time. Following behind Kayson to leave, looking behind me and Reuben actually is walking me out, like this is something I didn’t sign up for but everyone is just staring, who can’t miss this tall man. I couldn’t help but smile, I am just trying to not laugh too much because we are walking by Oakley, but it’s funny to me. We stopped walking right at the spot, I thought I would play on it, I mean why not. Leaning back and looking up “what’s up?” he asked “just thinking how tall you are” he laughed “I told you” I am impressed with his height, his smile is everything, looking at Oakley, his whole team is just staring and if looks could kill me, it would. His blood is boiling, let him assume what he wants, I don’t care. Once we got outside “that was very gentleman like” I said to him turning around “I don’t have your number?” he said “mhmm but you can always message me on Insta right?” he nodded his head “I will RSVP you and your friends, just you never know, and like Jack said, nice to meet you” smiling at him, giving him a hug, he seems sweet but I am not looking for anything, nothing really but just fun and I don’t mean sex either.

My son is on facetime with my mom as I get ready “I am shocked you are awake Rylee” my mom said, I chuckled “why?” I questioned “I just seen the blogs and football players? You’re going up in the world” I chuckled “mom, even if I wanted to sleep I couldn’t. I had a stalker harassing me all night” I huffed out “what!?” walking out of the bathroom “Aziel move over” sitting down, he isn’t even caring that my mom is on skype “so like, obviously got friendly with Rueben I think his name is and he is nice, but I am not looking for anything but some giggles and home, so he walked me out, Oakley was there. And he is just, I mean if looks could kill mom, but he was staring. So I got to my hotel, Aziel is with the Nanny, he just come back a few hours ago. I get harassed with calls, like private caller and then messages. Me and him just went at it all night and erm, he just pissed off. I didn’t sleep, then in the morning Rueben messages me on Insta and said give your name, I booked you for hospitality at my game tonight, I just want to go home really but I don’t know. Oakley is angry, like he was ready to come to my hotel and knock my door down, and erm he facetimed me. I had no choice but to answer, now you know the sweet Oakley but he can be so nasty. The call connected and erm, he just there and he starts telling me that you know I do love you, and things are getting a little too much, you’re pissing me off and all that. Then that bitch or whatever was there and she said, have some manners to him, he flipped out like I mean I had to feel bad for her, he just told her that she is a shit person, to put it nicely and I said Oakley, what the fuck. Don’t do that, and then we just spoke, and I backed off because I see he is getting stressed out, I think he really only calm down because he realised that I had nobody in my room, but I just felt like I didn’t want to push him to be mean to her, I don’t know what she is to him or what is happening, but I backed off and now like he text me now, he just put sorry, I said it’s fine. Left it at that” my mom is flabbergasted “now” she just said moving back.

“Never be with a man that is still stuck on there ex, she is stupid to be with him or whatever she is to him. She could get him in deep trouble. Look Rylee, he clearly has now realised he lost you, but he loves you and for a guy, they always don’t take it well. I don’t know that side to Oakley like you said you do but less of the teasing and just do you yeah?” I chuckled “yes mom, I erm. I count myself lucky that he does love me, I think I should have known that anyways because these London men, like in general, they aren’t nice mom. I see it with his other friends, and other peers. Oakley has a nasty temper that his mother always spoke on, and nasty mouth. But he wasn’t bad with me, I can’t lie on his name but I will, I won’t push his buttons. I think he just needs to accept that you know, I am doing me” I laughed “but go to the game, I think you should. I mean why not, have fun, see the players play, take Aziel and let him have fun” I have to laugh “you said don’t push him but you’re saying this” my mom laughed “I am going to get Chris to ask how he is, I think erm he is stressing himself out a lot, but you can’t shy away from fun so go. I think keep it cordial, you know what no matter the answer you get, text him and say I am going to the game, don’t explain nothing just say that and he knows you did that, because at the end of the day you both have a son together and he needs you both to not be there wanting to murder each other” nodding my head “I will mom, shit. That white girl really had me feeling bad for her” I laughed “he must have said something worse you ain’t telling me” nodding my head “Aziel, tell grandma about what is happening in your life, don’t be rude” he is busy watching TV “he is ignoring me! You want to see Emi?” my mom said “Aziel, you want to see baby?” I asked “baby?” he said “yeah, I think he does. I am going back to getting dressed anyways” I need to get ready for whatever I decide to do.

Placing Aziel in the highchair, I am laughing to myself “mhmmm” Diji said “mhmm to you too, I have been awake all night” Halle laughed out “we heard! Oh my god, across the hall we heard your phone going off and then we heard you say fuck off, and then I was going to knock but then Colin said leave it, it’s whatever” sitting down, I am tired “he is draining, like fuck me” Lillian kissed her teeth “these London men move mad when they are heartbroken, you getting the full experience baby” rolling my eyes “on facetime, it got to a point I felt sorry for her. He just flew off his shit, started confessing his love, started telling me these things. She asked for his charger” I tried not to laugh “and I think she was making sure I knew she was there; she goes can I use your charger. And I can see this guy is mad, like losing his shit thinking I have him in my room. He grabbed his charger and threw it with the attachment, all I heard was a bang, just a bang like it hit the wall, she goes Oakley? Oh my god, he goes fuck you!” Lillian gasped “wow” I shrugged laughing “then I reigned it in, I said look I am alone in my room, just calm down” I sighed out “London guys though, I told you. I said it to you” Halle pointed “I told you about when he trashed my place up, they move mad. Like you about to have a ride” I am scared now, I know he won’t do anything to me but still “I am erm, yeah” they all laughed “my guy is heartbroken, let’s stop” of course these guys are taking up for their fellow London guy “he about to knock doors down, you getting the full thing” they are laughing but I am not, he is acting crazy and I don’t like it “he wouldn’t stop all night, like you don’t understand. I didn’t think I would see him have a meltdown like that, he said a lot of shit. I was too tired to even register it, I think I did fall asleep because I just woke up in a scare because Aziel came back with the nanny, phone in hand so I am guessing he disconnected it” stressing me out.

Halle shook her head “done told you that these London men move different and he’s showing that” clearing my throat “nah but listen, in his defence he’s seeing the woman loves moving on now. Like his road man antics are not going to help him and he’s stuck, man is fucked up. I been through that, come on ladies. You can bash us all you want but I’m telling you now he’s thinking what the fuck to do, I mean I understand my guy. But yeah, I didn’t think Cench was moving like that” I chuckled “you know man isn’t going to stop, you know if he’s in a bad mood because of you she’s going to get it” I cringed “I don’t like it” I admitted “you know what he did, he got himself a side piece because he’s like Rylee got one and he did this to piss you off but it’s backfired, we don’t do well with that” Diji laughed “whatever though, I just know he’s not going to stop, but I have decided to go to the game. No harm in it right” the boys screamed like bitches “sorry, this is amazing. Thank you so much for the experience” I laughed “there is more to show you, I appreciate you all so much. Like the fact you all are here for me, you are always there” high fiving Colin “she is the boss! Thank you, but my best advice. Like from a guy! Not a woman, y’all just hate. Close it all down, no teasing. Make it about Aziel, the teasing will send him over the edge. He’s going to keep coming at you, and we don’t stop do we?” Diji shook his head “until you open the door, the police will have to drag to the cell to make him stop” I cringed “don’t say that” now they are scaring “no, like he won’t do anything. Just keep the thing minimal, you bruised his ego publicly too so yeah” they have a point, and I will stop “can I ask? Like what made you, a billionaire daughter, what made you get with a UK drill rapper that is a road man, that has never wore a suit in his life. That has no etiquette in nothing fam, like why? What was it?” I breathed out laughing, I laughed a little too much at Colin asking me that “he really didn’t care to see you all either, oh my” I sighed “like we here thinking this guy playing around with a whole seventeen year old too” I swallowed hard “you know I could sit here and slate him, but I did a lot, like the girls know. I did a lot, my parents even tried but me, I did it all. Like I said I could slate him with how he is but during pregnancy, even though the lack of coming home got to me but he was always there like with appointments, when I gave birth he was there, I can’t forget that either” I admitted.

“He was there but is he big? I’ve always wanted to know, Diji please” she is crazy and random because why would she just say that out of nowhere “big? Like dick wise” Lillian nodded her head “he is but he was very lazy with his pubes, like it would drive me mad. I would be at him for it. The thing is he was very good to me in regards to the sex section of our relationship, like it’s embarrassing but like I wasn’t wised up with it, he was good to me in that sense” Diji cleared his throat “he’s fucking lazy too, that’s why he’s clearing his throat. They just can’t do a simple thing so that’s not shocking but least he was somewhat good to you” nodding my head “but back to what made me like him, he has no agenda. Like with him it wasn’t about who I was or what I came from. He treated me a little too normal, but I like him, I know people say a lot of things and that he’s not good looking, he’s white, he’s this and that and I should be with someone like Reuben, like people see it but it’s not with what anyone likes, I do like him. He carries himself well but yeah, that answers it” Colin sighed out “he won in life with you, he lost out” pressing my lips into a hard thing line, what can I say, I wasn’t good enough for him to want me “but we are going to the game, I don’t know what to expect but I am sure it will be fine” it will be fun, I am sure of it.

The hospitality staff gestured for us to go into the suite “oh thankyou” we got a whole suite to us “holy fucking shit” Colin said, this is cute and we can sit in peace in our own box “ayo, he got you this. A note here” Diji said “Read it out” turning to him “hope you have the best time Rylee, a gift from me to you. They are football shirts, Fenty on the back and Aziel too” I laughed “he know damn well that isn’t his last name but that is sweet, you want to put it on” I said to Aziel putting him down “this is so amazing” nodding my head “I am speechless, like he didn’t need to do all this for me” grabbing the shirt “come here, let’s put it on you” Aziel first football match, you never know he may want to be one even though I won’t know what will be happening “the champagne is on point, he really made sure everything was perfect!” Lillian held out the glass “put it on the side, taking Aziel top off “see boss man, he can’t be supporting the opp you know” placing the shirt on him “now you know damn well I couldn’t care less, you’re an opp too, here at the ground for Manchester” these boys are passionate about football, stupid game anyways.

Aziel is so quiet in my arms as he watched on, he seems entertained but then again his dad did watch this when we was together, I didn’t pay attention to it “oh shit, look at this” Lillian said, looking over at her, she turned the phone to me “Rihanna daughter support her new beau, no way” looking at Lillian “it just came up now, look at my face though, I look confused” shaking my head “also they know not to show Aziel face” this will be rocky in so many ways “oh yeah, the blanked his face why?” she asked “I asked my mom to do that for me when he was born, because like being here alone and if pictures came out from paparazzi it couldn’t be released unless blanked out, I just don’t want paparazzi posting shit, so it stands. The rest can though” now they creating rumours “not even going to lie, I am not interested in him” Lillian nodded her head “I can tell, he seems soft like you want someone unhinged, you like them don’t you” I laughed out “shut up, no. Just, I think I am healing. I am not looking for anything but fun, I refuse to be getting into anything, that is all” Lillian smiled at me “I like your answer, and I love to see your progress too. I think you can handle yourself, you are growing in so many ways sister, I think you need to stick to that, don’t be jumping to any man” dapping Lillian “your phone” Grace said, my nanny passed me my phone “oh thank you�� I said “it was ringing a lot of times, I will take him” she took Aziel from me “you look so beautiful sister, in these pictures” turning my phone to her “no way” answering the call “hello” turning away to go back inside the suite “you’re just playing in my face at this point” here he goes “how? We are just co-parents now, it’s you driving yourself crazy” why do I bother to entertain him “no girl has done this to me, fuck. I told you last night” rubbing the back of my head “Oakley, please stop. Call me when you want to see your son, listen to me right. We aren’t together, I have moved on” I don’t know why I added that, but he put the phone down, he will eventually accept it but he called back straight away, I answered it “you know both of us ain’t moving on, I am tired of this shit. I ain’t letting you go so get that straight” he put the phone down on me again.

I explained to the boys what he said, we are waiting for the players or whatever, I don’t know who we waiting for but I thought I would tell them, they know more about London boys or whatever “so he is tired of the shit, he is upset. He won’t do anything, like I think what it is, he loves you but he isn’t the type to love, like I seen his interview. You seen it?” Colin pointed at Diji “oh the love is a delusion? I saw it on my Insta reel thing, it came up. He said love is a delusion, like you have to be delusional until it’s real, and that it makes sense to him. So like really he is confused, my guy is confused as shit about life. I don’t think he’s been right since his friend died” nodding my head “and I wasn’t there for that with him” I mumbled “let him do him, just be neutral, don’t rise to anything. But I think he isn’t going to say shit to you, that message was a, I am going to dip, I am fed up of this shit but I will come back for you, leave him be. Oh my guy, Loftus” Diji got up smiling, oh he is here. Getting up from the couch “good seeing you all again, and you came” he pointed at me “but it was a waste, where was the goal” he laughed out “I told you, he isn’t good” Jack said behind him “I tried” I pulled a face “you did nothing, I yawned at one point” he busted out laughing and he hugged me, I mean random but it’s ok “I hope you like the shirts, you like it?” Reuben spoke to Aziel and he just pulled a face at him “oh, his father’ child” he joked, I mean I didn’t want to say it but he really is “he’s tired” I just added, Aziel walked off like Reuben inconvenienced him.

[red-doll-face]

Ok, so as a Halloweenie fan, here are my thoughts and thots about Halloween ends, so major spoilers if you haven’t seen it yet 😳 Idc if this gets like 0 notes, I just wanna scream

I wanted to go into this movie liking it, I really did but I was already sort of underwhelmed by Halloween kills. It was entertaining but it wasn’t really what I was looking for. A lot of time was spent on characters (tommy Doyle no one gives a shit about you) I didn’t necessarily care for and Karen or the mom of Alison or whatever was starting to get annoying. Like at this point, I get it, because the safest place for my family would probably be in the hospital but I didn’t get a motherly care vibe like I could tell they wanted to portray but more like a I want everyone to listen to me despite the driving emotions of the story. I get that they wanted a huge fight between Mikey and Laurie, which is why they sort of wanted her to recover in between kills and ends but whatever. Laurie is stuck in that stupid hospital scene that takes up a huge chunk of the movie, trying to tell everyone that this random institution patient isn’t Michael but the scene is so long and very much the opposite of emotionally moving. I get the point, that blind hate and mob mentality is stupid and horrible but it was really in your face and made me feel like they thought I had the emotional comprehension of like a 15 year old.

Whatever, anyway, Michael is hashing and slashing his way through all the annoying characters, so I’m happy and the movie ends on an ominous note of him killing Karen for standing in his spot which the movie never elaborates on further even in the next movie. They made a huge deal about how all Michael wants is to sit in his little window in his little house. And then like never talk about it ever again LMAO.

So now that kills is over, they start with COREY IN THE HOUSE, literally accidentally drop kicking some child down a ridiculous like 3 story high gap in the fancy stairwell or staircase thingy, which to me, I hate to be insensitive, is the best most jarring kill of the movie because you don’t see it coming. And he gets in huge trouble but the court rightfully is like, yeah, who cares; he didn’t mean it, accident 🤷🏽‍♀️. The whole town treats him like shit and his mom sucks and is a creepy weirdo so no wonder this guy is a ticking time bomb. No one seems to care that he obviously didn’t mean to ?? And that he probably already felt really bad about it but small town I guess, big city, no one would have given two shits.

Establishing the bully here to really drive home the school shooter vibes is the GEN Z kids which includes a white kid who speaks in like AAVE and has a tik tok mullet and an approving black kid to prove that the AAVE got the pass. And they’re band kids so i just wanna know which producer or writer got bullied by band kids bc your experiences are not universal. Like ??? Maybe band kids are secretly mean. There’s like a nice one but she doesn’t do much to stop the bullying or just leave to point out that she doesn’t approve so not really that nice. I was not a fan of these kids, they were really annoying which I guess was the point but god.

Laurie, who sees the bullying feels bad for wet and shivering rat Corey and decides to, without knowing this man at all, except the kid incident and that he looks like he could really use a win, set him up with Alison. She’s like overly drawn to him, to the point where she looks sort of creepy at the beginning. Because the actress, despite being good, had no chemistry with him so she’s just like ‘I wanna see you 👁👁’. They go to a party but for some unknowable reason the mom of the kid who he killed is there ? At this party in which he has some sort of acid without the acid experience.

She makes him feel like shit so he leaves and despite being chased by Alison, turns away and leaves to go home. The GEN Z TIKTOK children are back on his case but they sort of kick his ass and flip him over a bridge despite him pulling a knife on them. They just… slap it out of his little rat hands so it was a little sad to see.

THIS, like one hour into the movie, is where they introduce Michael, who for some reason, has been dragging people into the sewer, skulking around town and murdering people secretly, you know, weird stuff, that I never see Michael doing. But they make it obvious that Michael is in his winter years and that he could really benefit from a walker and an oxygen tank. It is also apparent that Michael hasn’t killed the hobo who lives under the bridge with him so maybe they’re friends.

He takes Corey in the sewer to kill him but after telepathically communicating their shared history of being judged badly after doing something they perhaps hadn’t really meant to do, Michael lets Corey go. Not sure why. Maybe Michael sees a fellow killer, someone with potential to be like him so why not mentor him or something. I liked the idea of Michael mentoring someone, I do, think it could be really cool. But the set up for me wasn’t done properly. It doesn’t make sense to me why Michael cared at all about this guy, after already making Michael out to be a merciless killer.

Corey is a changed man now, he’s a little scared about this experience with Michael and he kills a hobo or something so now he feels like a real killer. He does start to look way cooler after this so I guess it’s an improvement. He wants to be cool and badass so he leads this really old looking cop that Alison used to date, even though Alison at the oldest is like 20 ? 21 maybe ? I guess like 5 years passed or something. He leads him into the sewer where he and Michael stab him together, Michael tutors him on how to use knife and teach him how to be a silent killer but Corey’s not really getting it.

To really hurry this along, Corey descends into madness and Alison too, who decides to run away with him despite there being something very off with this guy. Laurie is trying to warn her that he reminds her of Michael but she won’t hear it. This is where it gets disrespectful for me and why I didn’t like the movie a lot because Corey definitely isn’t his own thing now, he wants to be Michael. He isn’t inspired, he isn’t similar, he wants to be the same thing. He steals the bit and stops making a bunch of noise but he can’t even survive a couple of gunshots. Laurie kicks his shit in and Michael is very upset his mask and bit were stolen.

This scene is probably the part I had been most looking forward to. The finale, the final fight between these two horror legends and it felt. So lackluster. And also extremely short. Any hype they built in kills is gone when they show that Michael is really feeling the town beating he got last time and hasn’t really recovered well. So, he gets his ass beat but the fight was at least a fight.

Michael gets a fun little funeral and his body is tossed in the trash grinder thing so he never comes back. I see why but it still made me a little sad.

I wish this movie was a lot different. I know the slasher girlies really like Corey and that’s fine and well but he’s just a bad copycat to me. If he had developed his own bit and style instead of deciding to steal Michael’s, I might have liked him more. I thought he was too little and too scared. Which I guess is their point. You can be like Michael but you can’t be him. He’s my special little guy.

Corey did however look a lot like the actor who played Michael’s face claim, so that was cool and I liked the evil romance between Corey and Alison. It was weird and maybe a bit dorky at times but I liked the, I’ll kill for you part. It just definitely stopped being for her at some point. It felt like if Michael had snapped later in life, dating him would’ve been something like that.

Overall, I thought the movie was ok. Not great and not what I wanted out of the last Halloween movie but oh well. I liked the overlap between Michael’s character and Corey’s and it definitely showed that at some point, Michael was human. And he probably didn’t understand what he had done when he stabbed Judith. They both are judged very harshly for something they couldn’t have truly intended to happen. And it was cute and made me sad about Michael but I’m loyal so screw that other guy.

Also love how they literally didn’t film in Michael’s house anymore, like that’s done, he don’t have the rights for it I guess. But thanks for reading this if you did, I guess I just wanna nail my opinions to the wall so everybody can know how much I didn’t like this movie. Anyways, I need someone to argue with so if you liked this movie, tell me why, lol.

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

Ghost

I’ve written Leta’s death so many times by this point, but here have one more, enjoy the utter sadness.

Leta Middenlocke had imagined her own death, she always knew that she wasn’t going to die peacefully in her bed, It was never in the cards, Fate had dealt her a hand covered in blood, it was the way of things.

She’d been shot before, too many times, she’d lost count of how many scars she had, how many times she’d been sewn shut.

The worst part of all was the look on Ibram’s face.

She could deal with the pain, she could deal with the blackness creeping into her vision.

“Leta..” He was holding her, supporting her torso from hitting the mud, he was kneeling down, dirtying his uniform. “Leta hold on..”

“I-I can’t feel my legs.”

Ibram Gaunt had nightmares about this exact situation, he’d imagined it a thousand times over but nothing could have prepared him for the full horror of feeling Leta’s blood on his hands.

A gut shot, a sniper, bastard had severed her spinal cord he was sure of it, Throne there was so much blood.

“I know darling..”

He held her close, if any other shots came they’d hit him, he couldn’t protect her from the death blow but he can make sure she doesn’t feel more pain.

“A medic’s on their way.”

He’d screamed for help, surprising everyone at just how scared he sounded, he hadn’t meant to, but he’d seen her fall and all common sense went out the window, he had to save her, he had too.

She coughed, and blood foamed from her mouth, he held back a sob.

This wasn’t supposed to be like this, this wasn’t the way they were supposed to end.

“Too late for that, Ibby..” 

She managed to smile

“No..don’t say that, Dordon or Tabitha or Ana..They can fix you.”

“Would they fix anyone else?” She laughed, then winced “I’m just a trooper, Gaunt.”

“Don’t…don’t say that.”

She coughed, more blood, he wiped it away with his hand, her skin was cold.

“Tell..Tell…Eli…to not be such an ass, alright?” She grabbed his hand “And don’t let him blame you, because he will.”

“You can tell him yourself.”

“In my pack, under my bunk, there’s a letter….a will, leaving my shit to people, if they want it..” She coughed again, a hacking terrible sound that would haunt his dreams till the day he died “My necklace is yours, my lighter is Eli’s.”

“Leta..”

He was crying now, he could feel it running down his face, what a stupid thing, A commisar crying over a dead trooper, but she was so much more than that.

“Don’t..you can’t…we…we had so much planned..”

She smiled “The cottage?”

He nodded “A gaggle of children.”

“We both knew they were just dreams, Ibby.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more..”

The light was fading from her eyes, her hand was growing colder in his

“Fuck..I really had hoped to go out in a blaze of glory, ya know?”

Now she was crying.

“Big explosion..get a statue made in my honor.”

Her breathing became shallow.

“What a fuckin’ way to go out eh? A bloody sniper..” She closed her eyes “I’ll tell Larks..and Tiny…and Colm all the news…tell Colm about his kid…she’s got his eyes..”

“Tell them they’d better look after you, alright?”

“Yes sir.”

Her hand went limp, she was gone.

Leta Middenlocke was dead.

Gaunt squeezed her hand in his, and kissed her forehead. 

“I’m so sorry my love..may the Emperor protect you.”

[the-firebird69]

This is a rough day today it's a good day for him to slow down and stay in and moving into the town and I'm taking over areas we all agreed for just hunker down and take a break and you fell asleep and said I'm too tired and it's working we're removing them from all over the place and one big thing that pushes it is sunseeker resort and tons of people want him out of there they want his projects shut down and taking over by others cuz they're so slow and awful and yeah he's building that stupid place on the way to Walmart takes forever to do anything that guy is so damn slow he didn't hear a problem with him at work at HMC construction and it was our son who had a problem save this projects are a mess I buy them out and it's fine and the contracts are solid you get out there and everything is a disaster all the time he's wondering what the hell's going on he looked into it a little and he found out that Aaron Mike was messing around with all the subcontractors trying to make a deal here and the deal there from one job to another to get them to do it they had to talk about it and said string and string and one job to another is never a good way to go and it's put companies out of business for a long time and Aaron got really mad he said what do you know I said I'm in the business and I've seen it happen and you can't string jobs together and you can't combine the books it's actually illegal too and the stupid a****** went on and on about it and now he's the pretty mowing the lawn cuz he is somehow made it back and he's saying he wasn't and we can't stand that stupid son of a b**** we need to get rid of him again we knew he was there and coming back but seeing his ugly stupid face he looks like a primate is so damn dumb honest to goodness she looks like a primate and he acts like one too and we don't know where to get the lawn mower and we don't know why he's swung the lawn because he's not really supposed to so my son is thinking of dragging him out there but we need to get rid of this idiots looks like we have to he does look like an idiot and he says good you're watching and stupid s*** like that it's a brand new John Deere let me know where he got it he bought it at the tractor one tractor supply and he's trying to take the contract from Mike the maintenance man and he's getting his ass kicked here in punta Gorda because of it it is sitting there saying he's threatening her son by doing it this particular time so we're going to start threatening him and threatening him with evictions and more I'm going to start doing it right now and we're posting a lawsuit today basically because of his current actions and he's saying don't do that and he says you pass out all the time we're going to put you in the mound but you pass out all the time we're putting you in the mound you pass out we're going to put you up there get it so the a****** doesn't get it he will now people got out that Jason abused and they were his people and he is on the target list for Jason and he's going to go after and really he looks like a chimpanzee and he's taking 10 years to mow one area because he wants to screw around with her son what a f****** homo it's cool like this it says our son says get off my lawn and he says it's my long too and it says no you don't live here it has a f****** idiot and why you bought a John Deere I don't know it's probably because he's saying he's going to stay in the apartment no matter what next door and he wants to change it and humans behind the house and next door so I'm going to go after him for his little asinine dance he just did

Thor Freya

[yikimiki]

thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

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who do you take me for?

with… kunigami rensuke

cw… gn!reader, established relationship, a lot of cussing, almost break up, arguing/fighting, spoilers like for… ch 160+? idk somewhere around there, not proofread

synopsis… kunigami comes home after being in blue lock for a hot minute and isn’t the same. 0.8k words

note… was catching up with blue lock and kunigami is pissing me off especially bc he’s just not the same :$ this was wrote on impulse at 2am so yea…

Your phone shouldn’t be this dry.

I mean, it was never dry when Kunigami was home.

After Kunigami left for blue lock, you were living a pretty boring life. It was the same as it was before, just without your big oaf clinging to you wherever you went. But a little birdie— also known as Kunigami’s older sister— sent you a text that Kunigami had finally come home for a break. Excited, you wanted to ask if you could come over, but quickly learned that something about him had changed.

You waited. Waited for days for a text from your boyfriend saying that he wanted to meet up to talk, play a game, to catch up, anything really. Yeah, something was wrong. Your usually affectionate boyfriend wasn’t texting you at all. Sure, he was a bit shy in the relationship, but he would never neglect your feelings like this. He’s supposed to be taking this time off to get a break from soccer, so why weren’t you on the list of things he’d want to be with?

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like waiting, and you for sure as hell didn’t like being an afterthought. If he truly forgot about you, you wanted to know now. And if he did, this relationship was over.

Without thinking it over, you made your way to Kunigami’s house, knocked on the door, and waited for a response.

The door swung open, and there stood your very different boyfriend. Appearance wise, he looked pretty much the same, except terrible bags were layered under his eyes and his hair was more tousled than usual. What caught your attention was his expression; he looked displeased, as if whatever he was looking at fulfilled his meter bar of boredom.

“What?”

Immediately, you felt your face morphing into a scowl. You were upset, angry, and even embarrassed that you pushed yourself to come over just to greet him. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in months and this is how he greets you?

“What? Oh, so I just don’t exist anymore? Is this what this is?” You spat, crossing your arms. Kunigami scoffs and rolls his eyes before taking a step back and tries to shut the door. You stop the door before he could close it and invited yourself in, shutting the door behind you.

“I don’t appreciate the attitude, soccer superhero.”

“Don’t call me that lame ass fucking name, it pisses me off,” chided Kunigami. You clicked your tongue.

“Listen, I don’t know what the hell happened in Blue Lock over there, but don’t bring whatever nasty resentment you have back here because I won’t fucking stand for it,” you warned with a piercing glare.

It was subtle, but you could’ve sworn you saw him gulp. You’ve never been this mad before, and more importantly, you’d never been mad at him. He has listened to both his sisters complain about their past relationships and the things their significant others did wrong, so he always made sure he did the right thing and made up for the things he did wrong. His little personality change was not working on you and he wasn’t too sure how to react. Panic flashed over Kunigami’s face and you could almost see the cogs moving above his head. What was he thinking about? You didn’t have time to wait.

“Look, I just came home and all I wanna do is rest a little before going back to that hell hole. I don’t want to deal with you right now so just go back—,”

You placed a finger on Kunigami’s chest and took a step closer to him. He took a step back as you said, “If I go back home right now, just delete my number off your phone.”

It hurt. The last thing you wanted was to break up with your boyfriend but if he wasn’t going to let up on this stupid little persona he had going on you were through.

“You’re joking,” Kunigami said as his back finally reached the wall.

“Do I look like I’m joking, Rensuke? If you truly think you can get away with acting like this you can say goodbye to this relationship.”

You never say his full first name.

“I—,”

“Tell me. Tell me you want me to go home.”

You waited. Waited for an answer.

“I— no. Don’t go, please,” Kunigami said after what felt like an eternity.

You took in a deep breath and dropped your hand, letting your head rest on Kunigami.

“I did not like getting mad at you, Ren,” you said softly. Kunigami wrapped his arms around you tightly, almost as if he was afraid you’d run away.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let my stress get the best of me and I shouldn’t have tried to take it out on you,” Kunigami apologized.

“It’s okay, just remember that you can talk to me about anything. You can rant, cry, whatever, but don’t try to act like someone else around me.”

Kunigami snorted, “I don’t cry.”

“Yea yea, big boy. Just tell me what happened and I’ll listen.”