#rob’s best bum bounces

[robmesheehan]

Robert Sheehan’s bouncing bum

[firstpersonnarrator]

Rob’s best bum bounces

[siriusmydeer]

valentine’s day tease

george weasley x fem!reader

summary: you and george celebrate valentine’s day together.

word count: 2.7k

warning: full on penetration, unprotected sex (PRACTICE SAFE AND PROTECTED SEX), fem receiving oral, spanking, size kink, creampie, manhandling, daddy kink, mentions of eating, dom!george & sub!reader, mentions of subspace, fingering, breeding kink, edging, size kink, orgasam denial, mentions of punishment, praise kink, like 2 maybe degrations?

all. damn. day.

you had been teasing george fabian weasley. you had him up on his toes every breathing moment of the day.

you looked at the clock magically hanging in the great hall, 7:07pm- it read.

sitting beside your boyfriend and all of your friends he tried, and pathetically failed, to cover his rock hard cock through his dress pants.

you hand rested right above his knee, while his other knee profusely bounced in anticipation. you fingers made small little patterns upon the dress uniform he was wearing, you moved your hand up less than an inch for a reaction.

you almost saw him flinch at the move of contact, you must’ve made him sensitive from the touches in potions, the make-out sessions in the broom closet at lunch and the neck kisses and teases between classes.

any other day you would’ve almost been scared at what he would’ve done with the amount of teasing you’ve given him all day. alas a punishment was duly in order but it was valentine’s day, and all you wanted was to rile george up so you could have him all night long.

but then again, you liked when he punished you.

i mean you were a brat after all, even though you would only admit it if he made you.

“darling.” his voice was hoarse, and full of lust; just how you liked it. “yes, m’dear?” you looked to your left to see him, maybe a few inches from your face. you had a false-pout on your face while batting your eyelashes trying to fake innocence to the fact that once you got to his dorm your clothes would’ve been sprawled on the floor and you would’ve been bent over his knee.

george being george, he had bribed all his dorm mates with free butter beer for a month and a few galleons each. they blissfully accepted his money along with a few teasing comments and eyes flicking between the both of you all day.

george knew he had eyes on him, and someone catching wind of him attempting to cover the fact that he could cum in the middle of the great hall even with the mere touch of your hand would not have been the best thing in the world.

fred and ginny would absolutely never let him live that down, and surely rob and harry would tease him as-well. surely he didn’t want the embarrassment of it all for the remainder of his time at hogwarts.

“‘m feeling a bit full, i was thinking of going to the dorm... you?” he whispered in your ear, kissing below it. you narrowed your eyes playfully before answering, wanting to drag the teasing as long as possible.

“hmm, suppose ‘m finished.”

he smiled in your direction, smiled? no he has the biggest shit eating grin on his face knowing that he was absolutely going to ruin you in the next ten minutes.

instead of normally waiting for you to grab your things and grabbing your hand, whisking you away to his dorm; his hands trembled while collecting your things, slinging your bag over his free arm. his bag previously discarded in his dorm after quidditch practice had finished for the day.

he took ahold of your waist and bid a goodbye to fred and his friends, while you waved at angelina, katie and alicia; they all shared knowing smirks and looks while you flushed and looked in george’s direction.

“freddie, lee i hope you have an excellent sleep on the couches tonight. my regards.” he smirked at them then walked you out of the great hall.

“foul git.” fred and lee both muttered under their breaths then returned to their dinner.

“you’ve been teasing all day darling, that’s not very nice of you.” george whispered to you, following a pout and faking innocence like you had done previously.

“well i wanted to see if you could bring your a game tonight georgie, it is valentine’s day after all.” you teased and smirked playing the back and forth game with him, knowing he wouldn’t last long.

“oh love, now that’s just mean. are you telling me i wasn’t bringing my ‘a game’ when you were begging-“

you quickly came to a halt shoving your small hand over his mouth, he looked at your flushed face and smirked before walking again to the common room.

he said the password to the gryffindor portrait and came to a stop in the middle of the common room. you turned to your side to look at him, a confused look washes over your face and an eyebrow arched.

almost a way of telepathically asking him ‘why’d you stop?’

before you can psychically form the words to ask the question, he bent down slightly and in a fast swoop you were placed on his shoulder and a slight smack to your bum.

‘oh this was just the beginning’ you thought, as he marched up the stairs to his dormitory.

he basically manhandles you when throwing you on the bed, casting several muffling and locking charms. because he knew fred and lee would get curious later on.

he quickly takes a hold of your throat, not squeezing yet just holding you in place. too let you know who was in charge of what was happening tonight.

“pretty girl, you’ve been mean all day. that deserves a spanking, doesn’t it pet?”

he was already starting to put you in a submissive head space, and it was working. the praise mixed with slight degration of him treating you as his pet made your knees wobble as your stood up to place your torso over his lap and a light wiggle of your bum in the air.

“eager, are we?” he mocked, as he started to knead the flesh of your ass in between his lanky ring-clad fingers. he placed a kiss to where the flesh started to change a lighter hue to your regular skin tone.

“how about... ten swats, sound fair?” he faked a pause in the middle, pretending to think but his punishment plan had begun the second you kissed his neck right before transfiguration.

“mhm, yes georgie.” you agreed, knowing he would add a few more for not calling him something filthy.

“pet, thats not my name; is it?”

“no daddy, m’sorry.” you whined, looking at him with an innocent look displayed on your features.

“15, for breaking your rules. yeah pet?”

“yes, daddy.”

he landed the first smack on the right cheek, you whined a bit before he continued.

by number eight you were withering and squirming in his lap begging him to stop this pleasureful torture. he placed a kiss to your reddened cheeks while tears threatened to escape your waterline.

“poor baby, already about to cry?” he showed fake sympathy before continuing, “too bad.” he finished and landed another smack on your bum.

you squirmed and whined in his lap, he finished his last few smacks and kissed your reddened cheeks from the previous spanking you had just received.

“darling girl, you did so well for me yeah?” he said, you nodded as he kneaded you between his hands again.

“up, up pet.” he motioned you up, your legs straddling his lap, over his muscular thighs.

“mhm daddy, jus’ wanna feel you.” you whined, your vision already becoming blurry. his hand slid from the top of your knee to the middle of your black lace panties.

he started in circular motions through the cloth, feeling the wetness spread over your lace. “you’re already sopping wet darling, barely even touched you.” he said he said mockingly into your ear, and moving your panties to the side so he could start circular motions at your clit.

you gasp at the sudden contact, this wasn’t the first time that george had touched you. but every time his magical fingers made their way to you, it felt thrilling.

he kept a steady circular motion on your cunt as middle and ring finger teased your entrance, you whined as he continued to barely dip his fingers inside you.

he slowly maneuvered his fingers into you, letting you clench around him a few times before moving and keeping a teasingly slow pace.

“princess, are you close?” he talked to you like you were so much smaller than him, like he owned you; but that had only made you wetter.

you nodded, a slow moan pulling from your throat. he pulled his hand away abruptly, a pout on your face, tears emerging from you waterline again.

“but daddy, i’ve been a good girl.” you whimpered, legs rubbing against each other friction.

“have you? because today you’ve been a bad girl.” he mocked, separating your legs.

he paused for a few seconds before speaking again.

“have you learned your lesson?” he asked, head tilting and eyebrow raising.

you nodded feverishly, placed both your hands on his shoulders pecking his neck.

“take off your clothes, now.” he demanded, without any hesitation you got up from his lap legs still wobbly and quickly stripping off your tie, unbuttoning your blouse and quickly taking off your (h/c) skirt along with your stockings leaving you in just your undergarments.

he grabbed your hand and you tumbled towards him, he pushed your small body underneath his lanky one as he hovered over you.

he kissed and caressed down your body and his mouth was in direct view of the black lace set you were wearing. you whined as you felt his breath on your clit, he looked at your squirming body and slight shaking legs from the denied orgasam previously and stripped off your underwear throwing them across the floor.

he kissed and sucked your inner thighs leaving little marks, almost to claim his territory. his mouth finally came in contact with your wet folds, his tongue going in circular motions.

you let out a hoarse moan from your throat as he continued to lick and suck. you legs started to shake again, you couldn’t even think clearly as he had one hand pushing down on your abdomen and the other holding your legs over his shoulders.

your ankles locking over his head, his favourite position. he could devour you for hours upon hours, he could never get enough of your taste and the way you whined in overstimulation.

he could tell you were close again by more of the moans releasing from your lips and your breathing more ragged and getting heavier.

you had promised george that you were going to good for him, so he thought you deserved a reward; even though he had been put through mind torture all day, he couldn’t help but get even harder at you whimpering, whining and moaning at his touch.

he rode through your orgasam, as a splash of euphoria had washed over your entire body. you were seeing stars in the air as your attempted to catch your breath, he kissed back up your torso all the way to your neck.

he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, as well as loosing his belt, tie and slacks slide down his tense legs in the process.

you brought your head the slightest bit forward catching his lips with yours and you leaned your head back, bringing his along with it, both your hands interlocking behind his head and bringing him to rest in between your legs. one of his large hands held your waist meanwhile the other rested beside your head so he could keep himself up and not crush your body.

while your tongues danced in passion, he ran his hand behind your back. you arched your back so he could unclip your bra and toss it across the room right beside your panties.

his lips pulled away as he went to kiss your breasts, leaving little purple and red hues across your chest. one hand at your waist and the other squeezing your left breast pulling little whimpers from your throat.

the hand that held your breast made its way between your legs to feel the overstimulation begin, his two fingers teased your clit again in slow figure eight motions.

you cried out, “no more daddy, wanna feel you..” attempting to look into his brown lustful irises.

“please.” you begged slightly, even though you were well on your way to subspace a tiny bit of pride ran through your veins.

“i wanna help you too.” your hand slithered to his boxers, running your hand up and down. you palmed his erected cock, feeling a wet patch of precum erupting from his dick.

you could’ve gotten on your knees for him right there, but in the back of your head you knew he wouldn’t have let you because he wanted to tonight to be about your pleasure.

he grabbed your wrist pinning it above your head. he finally had pulled off his boxers, his tip was angry and red leaking with precum almost begging for a release.

“wanna feel you inside me, please.” you begged breathily. he adored when you begged for him, you knew it made his ego feel good but you needed the contact between you both or you might’ve exploded.

he slid into you, a small hiss leaving your lips. you always had to adjust to his large size when having sex, he always waited for your go ahead because no matter if it was rough, soft or passionate he would never want to hurt you.

“mhm, move please.” you braced your free hand across the sides of his torso. one forearm leant against your head and the other interlocking your fingers together beside your hand. he began a slow but 𝙤𝙝 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 pace.

his big calloused hand, from years of being a quidditch beater and your small, and smooth hand interlocked with his. both of you let out moans and grunts almost in sync with each other.

the candles around the room had almost went unnoticed, and the fireplace (let’s pretend the dorm has one) erupting in beautiful pink and red flames. as rough or as dirty as george was he wanted to make you feel special and loved. you brought your legs into an ankle lock on his lower muscular back feeling his muscles contracting. at the feeling you arched your back while he kept a steady pace.

tomorrow for quidditch practice he knew his team mates would’ve teased him, but knowing your pleasure was at his complete disposal was the only thing that mattered to him.

the hand with a hard grip on your waist came to hold your throat and squeeze the sides, your eyes rolling back to your head in pleasure.

“pretty little baby, i want you to come for me. let go for me, love.”

you let out a moan and a barely acknowledgeable nod in response.

your legs were faltering, shaking, and he knew you were close to your second orgasam of the night. his pace was faster but still close enough to his your cervix and your g-spot with ease.

he was close too, but it felt wrong almost disgusting if he had came before you.

he brought down his thumb rubbing it against your cunt to bring you over the edge, right back into the wash of euphoria you were in before. his hot seed shot into you, he let out a grunt while riding out both of your highs together.

he pulled out and made his way down your legs while panting and breaking a low sweat, looking at his cum seeping out of you. he took a mental picture of you, one of your most glorious and relaxed looks.

hair disheveled, face hot and flushed, legs shaking in pleasure. something so stunning, so beautiful and so incredibly 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙮. all because of him.

“my little cumdump, yeah? gonna fill you with my babies?”

“y-yes, daddy.” your voice faltered.

he crawled back up your torso, leaving little kisses as he got closer to your lips.

he kissed your plump and red lips again, before asking you.

“round two in the shower?”

[maybe-theres-hope]

Tarlos ficlet - “You Like My Costume?”

For all y'all firefighter!Carlos babes :) 

@howtosingit @pragmaticoptimist34 and anyone else who likes this kind of thing <3

1.6k | ao3

TK is actually kind of bummed to be working on Halloween.

Sure, it’s not like he has to work Thanksgiving this year--he somehow finagled the day off and he has yet to tell Carlos that he will be making a surprise visit to the ranch for dinner and he absolutely can’t wait to see his fiancé’s face when he walks in--but he was kind of looking forward to doing the cutesy couple’s costume thing. He’s a sucker for that kind of thing, and he’s bummed, okay?

They’re out on a call that’s frankly more of a time waster than anything else since the fourteen year old in question wasn’t actually suffering from alcohol poisoning but rather he’d yarfed because his friends had dared him to drink a teaspoon of dish soap--honestly, kids these days--so things are looking pretty mellow so far for the evening. He half expected full-moon level type calls tonight but in all honesty he’s been kind of bored. Which really makes it doubly crappy to be working. There’s not even any excitement. 

“At least we’re off at 11, you’ll get to see the last of the trick-or-treaters,” Nancy says with a smirk. 

“Who trick-or-treats at 11 p.m.?” he asks. “By then it’ll just be the dumb teenagers TP-ing old people’s houses and that’s if anyone actually does that anymore.”

“What, you’re too old and married for those kinds of shenanigans?”

“Screw you, I’m not old, and I’m not married yet,” he quips back at her.

“Mmmhmm. Coulda fooled me.” She’s smiling her mischievous smile, the one she gets when she’s contemplating how to jump-scare him in the bunk room in the middle of the night because one time he yelped in such a high-pitch that she nearly peed herself laughing, and she’s been trying to recreate it ever since. 

“Hey, the thrill is not gone, I can promise you that.” Now it’s his turn to smirk back at her.

“Ugh ugh, okay, don’t wanna hear about it.” She waves her hands in front of her face like she’s shooing away fog. “And TK? I mean that. Whatever it is you’re going to be doing tonight, I never wanna hear about it, okay? Just...please. Keep it in the bedroom. Everyone’s going to be making enough assumptions as it is.”

He turns to look at her from the driver’s seat, puzzled. “What do you mean, tonight? What’s so special about tonight and why are people making assumptions? Carlos had to work until half an hour ago anyway, so we’re probably both going to just pass out when I get home. Also, what do you mean ‘assumptions’?”

She just smiles at him again. “Just drive, Strand.”

When he pulls the rig into the bay at ten minutes past eleven, TK just wants to shower and collapse. Boredom held out for only so long before giving into three separate calls where the patient coded on the backboard. He’s tired, he’s hungry, and he feels like he will never be clean of all the sweat. His fingers are aching and his shoulders are sore. He’s never been more ready to just slip into their sheets at home and pass into blissful oblivion. He can’t even make himself look up from the floor as he walks toward the locker room. 

“Hey TK! Why don’t you say hi to the new probie?” Mateo’s voice is nearly a giggle, and it actually causes TK to lift his head. With great effort. 

“Huh? We have a new probie? Whose first shift is on Halloween? Who did he piss off to manage that?” TK asks, following Mateo through the kitchen.

It’s Paul who answers from where he’s leaning against the archway leading back into the bay where the ladder truck is parked. “No one. You might be a little peeved that he took your old turnout gear, but I really, really doubt that.”

“What?” Now TK is just thoroughly confused. 

“Yeah,” Marjan says when he rounds the corner, “and it doesn’t fit him all that well, but I also highly doubt you’ll be upset about that either.” She’s practically glowing with mirth. 

“Okaaaay...what’s with everyone? Is this some kind of Halloween prank? Is someone going to jump out and scare me?”

“Trust me, it won’t scare you. Just...don’t scar the rest of us once you see it. Behave yourself until you get home,” is Nancy’s last line before she turns and practically runs up the stairs. 

TK darts his gaze around to the rest of them, brow furrowing. 

“Just go, man. We’ve been keeping this from you for like a week and we want to see the fruits of our labor,” Mateo says, shoving at TK’s shoulder so that he walks toward the ladder truck.

Still confused and slightly nervous, TK rounds the back of the truck and looks around to see what it is they’ve conjured up to prank him with. He scans the floor, wondering if someone in a scary mask will slide out from under the truck. He moves around to the other side while still in the team’s line of sight, looking back at them for some kind of indication that he’s on the right track. Marjan points subtly up and he follows with his gaze. 

His mouth goes instantly dry and his breath stops. He might gasp, but he can’t be sure.

“Hi babe. Happy Halloween,” Carlos croons in a low voice, though he’s blushing slightly which removes some of the effect. 

TK can only stare. His old turnout gear, indeed.

His fiancé his perched on top of the truck, casually leaned against the ladder and looking down on him. His hips, clad in baggy pants only held up by bright suspenders are slipped forward just so, inviting TK’s eyes to travel up the long line of his glorious body. The AFD t-shirt is straining at the seams, defining every muscle in his abs and pecs, the suspenders caressing against the hard planes of his chest, peeking out from the turnout coat hanging open. 

When Carlos notices where TK’s eyes have gone, he lifts himself out of his ridiculously sexy lean to stand and shrug out of the coat. How on earth anyone can make the removing of standard-issue PPE look so goddamned alluring, TK will never know. The movement causes Carlos’ shoulders to flex, and the cotton of the t-shirt nearly gives out. TK catches a peek of his own name in bright orange lettering across the back of the coat before it’s casually flipped over one massive shoulder, clinging to one finger. 

“I...holy shit,” is all he can say. He has been robbed of his entire vocabulary. He can hear his team snickering at him from the kitchen, but he pays them no mind. The view from here is much better. 

Carlos blushes a bit more, and tosses the coat down to TK, who catches it dazedly. Then, he watches as his absolutely gorgeous fiancé nimbly climbs down the footholds on the side of the truck like he’s done it a thousand times before, and between drooling and sucking in subtle breaths of air TK’s eyes are drawn directly to his ass. It’s a marvelous sight. 

Dropping down lightly onto the floor with a tiny bounce in his step, Carlos turns to face TK in all his glory. TK’s gaze once again runs the gambit from his shoulders down his torso, right down to his own spare pair of boots. 

Carlos saunters closer, knowing full well what he’s doing and loving every minute of it, the bastard. “So, babe,” he says in that same low voice, closer this time. “You like my costume?”

TK still can’t really form words. He might stutter a bit, but he’ll deny it later.

Carlos leans in close--presumably to deter their audience from hearing his next words, which are whispered directly into TK’s ear. 

“I chose to dress up as your secret fantasy,” he says, his lips caressing the shell of TK’s ear. He shivers, though from the words or the touch or the outfit or all of the above, TK can’t say. The next words he hears don’t help matters much.

“What do you say I rescue you from work? Take you home and give you some mouth-to-mouth?” 

TK can hear the desire behind the words, but he can also hear the tiniest giggle at the blatant dirty talk that Carlos actually doesn’t do that much of, and it makes his heart melt. This man is everything.

When he regains some coherency, TK decides to give back as much as he’s gotten. He runs his hands down Carlos’ torso, nearly dropping one suspender completely off his shoulder with his vigor in grabbing a handful of pectoral muscle. 

He leans back in and says into Carlos’ ear, “Well, have you still got your uniform in your car? It might be a bit big on me, but I think I’d look good in nothing but your utility belt. Should I handcuff you to the bed, firefighter Reyes?”

He leans back just enough to catch Carlos scrunching his eyes shut and biting his lip--desire written into every line of his face--and suddenly remembers their audience. This is not a free show, no matter how much help they provided Carlos in surprising TK with this. “Take me home, now.”

“You got it, babe.” With that, Carlos bends down, grabs TK by the waist, and lifts him like he weighs nothing. TK is thrown over his shoulder in a full fireman’s carry to the tune of his team, his friends, whistling and catcalling as he’s carried off to Carlos’ car. 

Yeah, this is a good Halloween. Maybe the best one yet. 

[kyberled]

SENTENCE STARTERS: LET’S PLAY CYBERPUNK RED, EPISODE 1 PART 1

A collection of prompts and starters taken from the first episode of Polygon’s Cyberpunk Red campaign series: [x] 

Content warnings for death, strong language, and mentions of violence and drug use. 

Feel free to change names and pronouns as needed!

“We’re recovering from several man-made disasters, and kites are popular again.”

“Oops, that’s too much armpit.” 

“I don’t know who you know.” 

“You will be remembered.” 

“You’re not allowed to say that word on here, my dude!” 

“Boop, banned!” 

“Headshot! ... Sorry.” 

“There is maybe a job down there for us, and I could use a lift.” 

“Do you want me to come up and meet you up there, or  do you wanna come down here?”

“Doc, these guys gonna be okay?” 

“He was sliced and diced and blown apart.” 

“Saw a really sad thing today.” 

“I’m not sure how we’re going to get paid for this, actually.”

“Sometimes, you get paid in other things, like trust or friendship.” 

“Exposure!!!” 

“Let’s mop up these two dipshits and figure out who did it, then hit their head several times.”

“I just realized I called these dead people dipshits.” 

“I know all of this because he was saying it in Alf roleplay.” 

“They’re very fast, but they’re faster the wealthier you are.” 

“And they’re all like, armed, right?”

“Yeah. They’re super armed.”

“Work up a gentle demeanor, if I can.”

“This one? This one? That one? This one?”

“I’ve got a lot of cool.” 

“I promise you... You will not die.” 

“I mean, everyone dies, [NAME]. You shouldn’t promise that to someone.”

“But what I’m saying is it won’t be my fault.”

“I am so sorry for this situation.” 

“Just gonna pretend that didn’t happen.” 

“I don’t think they were looking for [NAME].”

“I think they were looking for SOMEBODY.” 

“You guys are really fuckin’ bad at this.” 

“I’ll admit, I can be a little bit bad bad at comforting folks who need it. But I’ll tell ya’, I’m really good at pounding peoples’ skulls into concrete over and over again, until they tell me exactly what I would like to know.” 

“Did you mean to threaten this guy?” 

“All I wanna know is what happened here, so we don’t have another mess to mop up. And that mess I’m talking about is potentially... You.” 

“I mean, steal from the rich, no harm done!”

“And snort what you get.” 

“It is what you said, it’s what you implied. Are you going back on your word?” 

“If I knew, I’d have blackmail, and I wouldn’t be here.” 

“Reach out if you ever need anything.”

“Reach out if you ever need anything, and I was mostly kidding about the head bouncing stuff. But I will do it! But I was mostly kidding.” 

“Call me if you need to know anyone.” 

“We’re not best friends, but I just thought it would give that parasocial relationship to people.” 

“Guys, don’t say other things.” 

“You’re making it sound like there’s more than one person-- There’s only one person in the bathroom, and it’s me, [NAME]!”

“I just needed a little bit of help in here. It’s nothing to worry about.” 

“And we WILL wash our hands.” 

“Can you wait until we’re out of the bathroom to talk about this?”

“It wasn’t even weird!”

“It was very weird.”

“And wash your hands!”

“This one’s zooted.” 

“Leaving it a little open-ended, there, [NAME].”

“Soft touch.” 

“Your eyes are so gentle.” 

“... That’s a good argument.” 

“I got some papers, don’t worry how I got ‘em.” 

“I’m sorry, that was really defensive. I came at you with all that defensive energy.” 

“I can get one, if ya’ need!” 

“I’d like you to remember that I helped you, and someday, maybe, when I need you...” 

“That’s not what I’m gonna need you for, but, thank you.” 

“What’s up everyone, I just walked into a locked room.” 

“Wow, special treat for you guys today!”

“Wow, special treat for you guys today: It’s two locked doors.”

“I guess it’s a bust for today.” 

“Your... Co-dependent.... Thing, is very strange.” 

“Is this like a riddle?” 

“Do you like to pick your own lock?”

“I sometimes pick my own lock, like, to practice.”

“Your lock’s been picked.” 

“My door’s been picked?!”

“I’m old school, what can I say.”

“If they just wanted to destroy it, why wouldn’t they just destroy it?”

“You’re blowing my mind, here.”

“We can stop it.”

“You don’t need to hate [NAME], you just need to love money.”

“I was already in the van-- I wasn’t in the van, but I got in the van because I wanted to come see you.” 

“I think you got, maybe one of those three is right.” 

“I ain’t never heard of him, no.” 

“Shit. I could’ve done this my fuckin’ self.” 

“I’ll look it up for you, you’ll owe me a favor.” 

“[NAME], this guy’s dead.”

“[NAME]’s dead, he died six years ago.” 

“You’re asking the important questions, [NAME].”

“Privacy is nonexistent.” 

“I don’t wanna meet a ghost.” 

“Forsooth! We’re here.” 

“I don’t see any problems with the plan.” 

“It is striking me as very strange, now that I’m thinking about it.” 

“We both drive. ... I also drive. It’s a-- Two-person... Driving... Car.” 

“I have trouble with the break and the gas at the same time.” 

“He just sits on my lap.” 

“And you shouldn’t! And you don’t.” 

“It was like on the news.”

“It’s really hot out in the van, can I get a CapriSun?”

“I already peed.” 

“Put your smart thoughts in my dumb head.” 

“It’s a very strange slogan.” 

“I’m so glad we’re sitting down for this drink.” 

“This was, like, a decade ago, which is like 100 years ago.” 

“You guys aren’t cops, right?” 

“We’re not cops.” 

“We split a paycheque.” 

“The ol’ waitin’ game.” 

“Let’s use our two braincells.” 

“If honesty if cool, let’s be honest.”

“Fuck yeah, come on! Shoot it into my fuckin’ veins, baby!”

“Thanks a lot, buddy. Thanks a fucking lot.”

“Welcome to this most righteous cafe.” 

“Garcon! First, I would like you to tell me what an egg cream is, and then, I would like an egg cream.” 

“I brought a juice box from the car.” 

“This fuckin’ rules!” 

“Is he super hot?”

“We did it! We heisted! We killed some people! Could we be any cooler?”

“I hope it’s the fucking cast of Friends!” 

“I’m not gonna stop you from doing that.” 

“Who the fuck is this jabroni?” 

“Name’s [NAME]. Just passing through, looking for a bit of information.” 

“I don’t wanna be too forward here, but unless you’re willing to talk with me on this particular topic, your love life ain’t gonna be the only thing that’s D.O.A.”

“That’s really good shit talk.”

“You’re gonna badmouth me and my besties?”

“You gonna come in here and sass us?”

“Well, you can bully [NAME]. He’ll just fuckin’ sit there and take it.”

“I will toss your salad and scramble your eggs.”

“You’re gonna talk right now, or you’re cancelled.” 

“This is our town!” 

“How you doin’?”

“Fuck you! Thank you.” 

“No, not that - why did you shoot people?” 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to escalate.” 

“I don’t live on the streets, I have a perfectly adequate apartment.”

“I’m sorry, that’s on me.” 

“You guys know the person you’re trying to blackmail is dead?”

“I guess it isn’t your day, your month, or your year? ... Or your week?” 

“Hey, okay! I mean, where the fuck did you come from, but yeah, this guy gets us!” 

“I did just say that your blackmail’s useless.” 

“And that’s where you should stop that sentence!” 

“In the shipping business, that’s what we call... I don’t know what we call it.”

“It’s a goof-’em-up.” 

“The problem with trucks, is, uh... Have you ever seen a bird?”

“Have you ever seen a bird that just really scared you?” 

“I’ve seen a video of a bird.” 

“If you have to steal, I don’t give a shit. Steal from somewhere else.” 

“So fuck you, I guess, fuck you.”

“I’m so sweaty, it’s so hot in here.”

“I’ll delete your accounts!” 

“You think you’re a big man.” 

“You mother fucker! I can’t believe you’d do this, to ME!”

“You just killed a man! In cold blood!” 

“I wish somebody had told you it was gonna be this way.” 

“Well, I hate to see people leave the forum.”

“I’m a moderator, this is just physical moderating.” 

“I did do that.” 

“And now we’re fighting back to back!”

“Aw, we’re the real besties.” 

“I’m very proud of all of you.”

“I’m very proud of all of you, and I’m certain that will last this whole time.” 

“I feel like I shouldn’t have a shotgun.” 

“Ba-bum bum ba-da-ba-da--” (gunshot)

“I can’t fucking follow that up!” 

“So I don’t fuckin’ care.” 

“What now?! WHAT NOW?!” 

“You guys need to leave!” 

“Way ahead of ya’, mac!”

“Way ahead of ya’, mac!” (smashes through the window)

“You did a great job of just destroying this woman.” 

“I hope these people never see me again, I don’t want to come back here.” 

“Make sure to like and subscribe!” 

“We haven’t killed anybody, have we?” 

“Let’s wrap this up right now, or I’ve got a feeling there won’t be a reunion show.” 

“Okay, okay, you guys are not cool.”

“We being chill about this?”

“I don’t know what we’re gonna do with this thing, it’s useless.”

“You keep saying that, and I keep not believing you.”

“Find somebody else to rob.”

“Find somebody else to rob. Rob somebody with money.”

“Did any of you see the thing that I did where I put the guy’s head on the counter and I hit him with a stool two or three times?” 

“[NAME], if you can promise to fight that well, I can get a lot more jobs for you.” 

“I’d also love to just hang out, if that’s a thing you would be interested in.” 

“You guys had to be there.”

“[NAME] jumped through a window.” 

“Avast! Above, I see... [NAME]!”

“Let’s just say we had to wine and dine ‘em.”

“I hit a guy in the head with a stool.”

“Let’s just say we had to wine and dine ‘em. ... I hit a guy in the head with a stool.” 

“That sounds about right, yeah.” 

“The only reason you’ve been surviving this long is because of the philanthropy of others.”

“I’m too smart for this.” 

“I think we took care of them.”

“If I were them, I wouldn’t come back around here.”

“But they are still alive.”

“If you decide that you do want them dead, you know who to call.” 

“And thanks again for everything you do. ... Oh, by the way, [NAME] died.” 

[crtter]

oh I would love to hear your take on Iyami having adhd 🐀💜

Oh, neat!!! OK, so this is going to be a bit lengthy and encompass all of his incarnations, but basically Iyami gives me BIG ADHD vibes, especially if we’re talking the predominantly hyperactive kind.

First, of all, he’s really, really restless. In -kun, you barely ever see him walk normally, he either skips or dances his way from point A to point B. He also walks on his toes, which is something I’ve done all my life (even wore those orthopedic shoes to ‘fix’ it when I was a kid) and literally JUST learned it’s an ADHD thing, like, a few days ago. He also sings loudly to himself and talks to himself a lot. Basically, he’s bursting with energy 24/7.

He’s also really impulsive! There’s one manga story where he makes his New Year’s resolution to be less of a pain in the ass and it reveals that his random acts of terribleness are basically just him acting out every shitty thought that passes through his head.

It’s like, you know how sometimes we see, something someone painstakingly made and there’s this little thought on the back of our head that’s like “I could just... destroy this. Just smash it to pieces.” but we don’t because that’s bad and we have a minimal amount of self-control? He just does it! And it PAINS him to try to stop himself, he saw a man boarding a bus with a loose thread hanging from his sweater and having to stop himself from tying it to the bus stop made him incredibly frustrated.

In 80s -kun, he gets in trouble more than once for drinking/eating things that he shouldn’t without thinking twice about it. It crosses his mind, he does it. Another neat 80s -kun thing that comes to mind is the Iyami germs story, which could be interpreted as a metaphor for him not being all that neurotypical, if you’re generous. Basically, it reveals Iyami’s uncontrollable drive to cause trouble and say whatever crosses his mind, no matter how shitty it is, is caused by those little germs who live inside him and, once they get out of his system, he immediately sobers up and realizes the impact his actions have on people, which makes him feel terrible and act incredibly apologetic, eventually going to church to ask God for forgiveness (after all, he IS a good catholic boy... in theory.)

Oh! And... my theory on why he’s such a crook in the first place? Honest jobs bore him. In -kun, he’s always bouncing from career to career, the first episode of 80s -kun is basically just him moving to Akatsuka district to try to make an honest living as a door to door salesman of... some sort of toilet brush with a bar of soap attached to it that he invented but when he goes to the Matsuno’s house and realizes their parents are out for the day his immediate thought is “You know, it would be much more easier to just rob them!”

But I think -san shows it even better in Ep. 6 of season 2. Before he comes beg the Matsunos for food, all battered up, it shows us that he tried four different honest jobs and ended up either ruining them due to his own lack of foresight (he tried to juggle swords without knowing how to and almost killed a man and opened this... establishment where he promised men they would get serviced s*xually by pretty women and when it came to it, he would be the one doing the services) or because he got so bored he ended up sabotaging himself (he spray painted the house of the person he was supposed to deliver packages to when in an Amazon-style job and ended up just drawing his own face on the heroine of the anime he was working as an animator in).

And yet! If he has a clear, set goal in mind, he goes above and beyond what’s expected of him to accomplish it! You can see it perfectly in Iyami Alone in the Wind, in which, upon meeting an orphaned girl who lost her vision but whose condition is completely treatable if only she had the means to, he immediately abandons his life as an unemployed samurai (or just a regular bum in the -san version) and decides to work his ass off to help her! Like, not even the prospect of starving to death was enough to get him moving before, but helping someone else he met once and was nice to him? Then he’s willing to work himself sick and literally go to jail just to help her! This is immensely relatable to me, because I too, have trouble dedicating myself to anything at all unless it’s personally interesting/important to me, then I’ll dedicate my whole life to it. Like, I’m either completely blasé about something or it’s all that matters to me, and it looks like he’s like that too! Another thing I find relatable is that I, too, have trouble doing things for myself, but as soon as I have to do something for someone else, it’s like a switch is flipped on my brain. If someone else depends on me? The mental block disappears completely!

Of course, he doesn’t only use these hyperfixation powers for good. Actually, he mainly uses it for nefarious purposes. It’s Iyami we’re talking about. In an episode of 80s -kun, when his phony health clinic loses all of its clients because Dekapan opened a real clinic and was actually treating the patients instead of giving them flour pills (ahem, medication imported from France) so they would keep coming back, Iyami locks himself up for an entire week in his laboratory developing a morphing potion so he would be able to impersonate Dekapan and do lots of shitty things as him so people wouldn’t trust him anymore. I should note he has no real medical or pharmaceutical expertise in this episode, he’s just a con man, but he somehow manages to create such a thing. His only explanation? “When it comes to coming up with evil plans, I become an expert!”

In fact, you could say his obsession with France itself is an hyperfixation of his. It literally came out of nowhere. The manga explains he randomly decided it was the best country in the world because he met a French beggar who shared his baguette with him. That’s right, that was all it took for him to decide to “become French”. And this took place just one year before the events of -kun!

Other, smaller things about him that I can personally relate to are the fact he doesn’t have many friends his age. I mean, his younger “friends” end up disliking him too, with the exception of Chibita, who’s ride or die but he gets along way better with younger people and animals than with the other, more “serious” adults of the show that are closer to his own age and that he has a little compulsion for sticking non edible things in his mouth just because. Not eat them (even though he does eat weird things) but just... nibble on them for a while.

Another thing I’ve always related to is his to poor body image. I can’t speak for him, but one of the things that worsened mine was being bullied as a kid. Kids are bad at distinguishing exactly why they hate someone so they just insult what’s more tangible to them, which is usually appearances, but I have no doubt what bothered them the most about me wasn’t that I was “ugly”, it was that I was “weird” (aka, not neurotypical).

Aaand this became way longer than I thought it would be... oops. I’m sorry about that. Have Iyami sitting in weird ways (relevant!) to make up for it:

[survivormysterymanor]

RITES OF PASSAGE

MO’S RITES OF PASSAGE

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xhwwQk0PoUbXaJ0NZQkEw0WFO4-Mgp4pMxY_-xx0bOc/edit

TIMMY’S RITES OF PASSAGE

Asya: We never spoke in this game, but we’ve played others before and you’re truly a legend.

Stephen: To say I was shook when you got voted out would be an understatement. I was not expecting you out so early and you were one of my only connections at that time to your tribe.

Tim: When you say the wrong name you get got.

RTP: You got out way too early. I have so much respect for you in and out of this game and seeing you go so early was such a disservice to you.

Birch: A true legend. I am so happy we were working so well together this game because that hasn’t always been the case with us. I enjoyed ever second I spoke with you and am so happy you were here.

Pennington: I guess we were just too good at blindsides.

Pete: .....yea

Joey: I thought we were gonna work together in this game but then you were lying to me so that didn’t go as planned.

Jason: I could never get a read on you but I did like talking to you about non game stuff.

Abrielle: You were playing well and seemed to have all your ducks in a row and it was going so well for you which was really scary. You had to go for people to be able to be more flexible with options.

Adam: I really hope you’re not mad at me, although by the time you read this I’ll have my answer I guess. The Jaida Essence Hall Fan Club alliance was my favorite alliance I’ve ever been in and up until the final day I was 100% honest with you because you’re so real and upfront.

Caeleb: My number 1 ally this entire game. I am still so horribly sorry about your vote and it was the toughest for me to do and get over. You kept me level headed when I needed it and we were always on the same page. It was nice having talks not always worrying about game and then not having to be scared to say things to bounce ideas off when talking game.

Nathan: Sometimes you need to remember that other people have schedules as well. Can’t always be moving stuff around for your sole benefit. You made some comments in this game I don’t agree with but I didn’t feel it was great to publicize those then. But referring to a side of yourself as “ghetto” is extremely inappropriate and down right wrong. Look up some terms that aren’t of appropriate use for, especially for white people, would be a good use for that time

LILY’S RITES OF PASSAGE

Asya- ugh! I was so excited to get the chance to play with you again. I truly think this game would have been entirely different if you would have stayed.

Stephen- I don’t know what it was but you just happened to be the odd one out in this one. People fell into your pairs and we saw the easiest vote as you. I loved getting to know you more towards your tribal and didn’t enjoy your tribal council. It sucks seeing someone go but I know you are in for a win one of these days.

Tim- Hi Tim. We never really talked outside of the one world chat. I hope we have the opportunity to play together again but on the same tribe. I wish you nothing but the best!

RTP- OMG. I didn’t think someone I never talked to could give me so much gosh dang anxiety!!! OMG. I’d like to say that people still didn’t suspect me but obvi they did. Haha. You clearly were playing this thing which is what got you out. Maybe one day we can play on the same tribe and not out my idol? Wishing you the best!

Birch- I always had a feeling that I would have to vote you out. Our games just didn’t align at this point and my trust was stronger in others. If we would have won that challenge, who knows what would have happened. Hoping we get another chance to play together!

Pennington- I absolutely LOVED that you messaged me for the first time right before you got voted out. ICONIC. I hope you had a good vacation. I can’t wait to see what you do in future games!

Pete- I honestly think things could have been so much different. I wanted to work with you but my trust in Joey, Abi, and Mo felt like the group to move forward with into merge. I really wish you would have made it to merge, I think you were robbed. best of luck!

Joey- I’m sorry about lying about the idol for literally the whole game. Sorry, friend. #robbed

Jason- I was BLINDSIDED....AGAIN. I loved how our games came back together in merge I just wish it would have been more successful. I wish we could have made the big move on that vote. Wishing you the best, bud!

Abrielle- After you left, I was feeling pretty defeated. It felt like I couldn’t do anything right. I’m grateful I had the opportunity to move forward but I was just bummed you weren’t gonna get your shot. I know you are on to more good in this world.

Adam- we just had the honest to goodness best convos. I wish you wouldn’t have voted me. I wish we could have worked together but it was just too late. Loved how iconic you were this season tying with most individual immunity wins. You are intuitive and have a solid social game. Please keep playing and keep being you!

Caeleb- Ily. I wish we could have worked together strategically but it just wasn’t in the cards this game. You are a comp beast from tribal and individual immunities. Everyone literally loves you and your family! I knew this play was right for me, but I missed having you around!

Nathan- I’ve literally never in my life witnessed anyone else with the ability to get information from people. Like. It amazes me. Your game was leaps and bounds over mine strategically. I wish you the best in your future games. I think with the right focus and positive energy you can do well. Heck, you already are! Keep grinding.

I’m not ready for tribal! Timmy is having a real discourse with me. This is the best message I got:

I think if you take mo it seems like the easy way out when it’s really not. Mo has played a social and strategic game. If you take me it seems like you aren’t afraid of competition and still think you can win.

[vmheadquarters]

What a long and strange trip it's been for Veronica Mars. After first debuting in 2004, the show's initial three-season run was split between two networks (UPN and The CW) before it was ultimately canceled with a cliffhanger ending in 2007. Cut to seven years later, when a movie continuation was released by Warner Bros (after being largely funded by fans via Kickstarter), followed by a series of novels and a comedy web series that lasted all of two months before ending.

Now the series is back, thanks to a revival on Hulu. A brand new season following the no-longer-a-teen detective Veronica Mars premieres on the streaming service on July 26. Is it worthy of the very vocal fanbase that has kept interest in the series alive for 15 years, though?

No, it's not. This isn't the Veronica Mas you know and love. Instead, it's a toxic nightmare that exists in the husk of the old show that makes me--a fan of the series since the first episode aired on UPN--hope that it's never brought back again.

The problems with the new Veronica Mars are easy to miss at first, especially since the show looks mostly the same. The major players are there, with Enrico Colantoni and Jason Dohring joining Bell as series regulars, playing her dad Keith and her on-again/off-again boyfriend Logan, respectively. And familiar faces are scattered throughout the episodes, including sporadic appearances by Percy Daggs III (Wallace), Francis Capra (Weevil), Dick (Ryan Hansen), Max Greenfield (Leo), and far too many more to name.

Once you dig past the surface, though, these episodes feel all wrong, and it all starts with the rocky relationship between Veronica and Logan. As always, it's not the healthiest. The big difference between this take on Veronica and Logan and where we've seen them in the past, though, is that it's not Logan making the relationship incredibly unhealthy; it's Veronica. In the new season, she's become fixated on the troubled and sociopathic person Logan was, rather than the adjusted and happy person he's striving to become through therapy. It makes her the toxic ingredient in a relationship that was always potentially poisonous for both characters.

This is one of the new season's biggest sins. In the past, rooting for Veronica was never difficult, even when she made questionable choices. In the end, she was always trying to do what was best, or at the very least, wasn't acting out in an attempt to harm others. This new Veronica exists in a space where she seemingly isn't happy unless the person she loves most is miserable. In the story of her relationship with Logan, she's the villain. To be clear, she's somehow worse than the guy who produced bum fight videos as a teenager.

Trying to evolve Logan into a well-rounded human is a wise call for the series and something that should have been done much earlier, when he became the ongoing love interest for Veronica. Doing so at the expense of the titular character, though, is a mistake that is hard to bounce back from.

The other main relationship in Veronica's life, the one she shares with father Keith, isn't as bad as it is completely strange. At first, it's exciting to see more of the father/daughter banter that drove their scenes in the original series, and the duo of Bell and Colantoni still has great chemistry. However, it doesn't take long to realize that the dynamic between these two characters hasn't evolved one iota since Veronica was 16 years old, which is very odd. Teenagers and adults in their 30s have different relationships with their parents, and that's something that probably should have been reflected in their interactions. Still, it's hard not to love Colantoni's Keith. He remains TV's coolest dad.

There are also a handful of new characters in the mix, including ones played by Patton Oswalt and JK Simmons. Both actors appear in recurring roles, as a pizza delivery person and an associate of "Big Dick" Casablancas (remember him?), respectively. Izabela Vidovic plays a teenager named Maddy that seems to have the same instincts Veronica did as a teenager. The actress, who has appeared in episodes of Supergirl and iZombie, shines in her role as a young girl who loses a loved one and looks for her own brand of justice.

Let's talk about the story, though. My biggest issues with the new season center on how the characters fans have grown to love are used--or barely used, in the case of Wallace. And while a great plot might be able to salvage that, the mystery on display in this new season is messy and confusing because the writers try to do way too much in only eight episodes.

The main storyline revolves around a series of bombings terrorizing the citizens of Neptune during the coveted Spring Break season the town relies upon--something that has never been mentioned in the franchise before. As is usual with this franchise, there are a number of twists and turns that unfold as Veronica attempts to figures out who's behind the bombings. While some of those twists may keep you briefly engaged, there are others that are completely unnecessary. If they don't serve the story, they have no business being there.

There are also several branching subplots. One deals with a Mexican drug cartel, while another with the never-ending class warfare in Neptune. Then there's the aforementioned Maddy's quest for vengeance, a subplot in which Veronica makes a new friend, and there's even some time dedicated to the internal politics of a conspiracy theory club's meetings. In the end, it's just too many stories to try to tell in eight episodes, especially when creator Rob Thomas and the show's creative team is also dedicating large amounts of time to Veronica and Logan's relationship as well as a side story about Keith's health.

As with many revivals, there's also a parade of cameo appearances, some of which are tied to the ongoing plots and others that happen for no rhyme or reason. They're fun to see in the moment, but they happen too late in the season, so any excitement at seeing those characters is lost amidst trying to stay on top of various concluding plots.

In the end, this is Veronica Mars in name, but feels like a season of the show that isn't meant to appeal to the fans who have yearned for more. Back in September 2018, Thomas tweeted a message to fans about the revival, which hinted at that. "I will say this: the movie was nostalgic. The Hulu limited series isn't going to be," he wrote. "Hardcore So-Cal noir. One big case. Eight episodes to tell the story. This is a detective show."

He's right. This is, at its base, an eight-episode story about a detective trying to solve a case. And sometimes the way she goes about it might remind you of Veronica in years past. However, when looked at in that light, it's a mediocre story on its own, due to the show's insistence on doing too much in a mere eight episodes. As for his insistence that this isn't about nostalgia, outside of the innumerable cameo appearances--all of which are for nostalgia's sake--that's a fair statement to make. Not because the new season is trying to be something new, though. Instead, it's because the way the titular character is written often makes her feel like a stranger.

It's possible that, should Thomas and Bell decide to run one more lap with the property, Veronica Mars could return to some form of its former glory. Figuring out how to rebound from this season, however, might be too big of a mystery for even Veronica to crack.

Veronica Mars Season 4 premieres July 26 on Hulu. The first three seasons are also available on the streaming service.

[nautiscarader]

Starco, 94 for the kink meme.

O n L y  T H r E E  M o n T h s  l A T e 

(Ao3) (kinks)

- Do you like it, Mr. Butterfly?

Marco's eyes widened, when Star walked into their dimly lit bedroom, her figure properly illuminated by moonlight seeping through the vertical windows. He thought he'd get used to this sight by now, after years of their friendship, dating and marriage, and yet, Star's body still mesmerised him exactly the same way it did when he first saw her naked.

Star wasn't completely naked, though, but her see-through nightgown left very little for Marco to imagine. But the most erotic and arousing part for Marco was the way the two parts of the glittering, unbuttoned nightgown curved around her pregnant belly, and Star definitely took time to expose it for him from every angle.

That same belly, with Mewni's future king or queen inside them caused quite a stir during their wedding, even though it was significantly smaller a month ago. Many people knew about their romance, but as far as Mewni's history went, no other queen was quite unabashed about declaring that she was already with an heir at the time of being wed. But then again, that was Star Butterfly, the queen who broke more rules and social norms than, quite possibly, any other, even Eclipsa.

Star paraded alongside the window, and then around their bed, watching as Marco's eyes follow her steps. She made sure to present herself for him from every angle, before she walked towards their bed. Marco's hands automatically reached to help her, but Star gave them a quick slap, before she nested herself into his laps.

- I can walk and sit, silly, I don't need help... - Sorry, Star, I just want... - I know, what you want, Marco... - Star's voice changed, as she cooed and took Marco's hands, placing one on her swollen abdomen, and another on her bum. - You want the whole package, don't you? - Oh yes...

Marco whispered, unable to focus on just one aspect of her body: her radiant, sly smile, her breasts, getting fuller each day, and the multitude of curves she already had or became more apparent only when she became pregnant. But of course, Marco would start their nights with a kiss, though now, he has someone else to caress as well. He gave her belly a quick peck, before he trailed down, letting Star slowly lean onto their bed.

Anticipating his tongue-work, Star let out a quivering murmur of satisfaction, that grew deeper and louder with every kiss Marco placed. He debated for a while whether to tease her, but ultimately decided to give her exactly what she wanted, and he dived his tongue right into her soaked folds, instead of circling her sex with his kisses, much to her surprise. Star's body jerked, and in the split of a second when she was in the air, Marco sneaked his arms underneath her thighs, gripping them just enough to let a long, shaky, needy moan from his wife.

Star loved when Marco was in control, and the feeling of him spreading her thighs was a sign of only the best things to come. An indeed, Marco did his might to lick, suck and caress her folds, her lips and her swollen clit, leaving no part of her wet sex unattended. With her pregnant belly in between them, he couldn't see her face, torn with grimaces of oncoming pleasure, but he could surely hear her. Mangled bit of his name left her mouth as she writhed in place, unable to move thanks to both her condition and Marco's strong grip.

Her voice grew in volume, until it finally crescendoed when her body jerked and Marco received far more of her glittery juices than he expected, trying to lick them clean. But her orgasm didn't rob Star out of energy; in fact, the climax made her wriggle out of Marco's grip, and, with some difficulties, she rolled her body onto her chest, exposing her ass and the freshly wet pussy to Marco once again.      

- Come on, Marco, I... I need you!

But instead of taking her the doggy style, like she expected, Marco's arms closed around Star, bringing her into a sitting position.

- Is that what you want, darling...? - he whispered, brushing her opening with just the tip of his cock. - Y-Yes! - she cried, her voice cracking as her impatience took over - Marco, don't let me magic yo-

Before she could finish, her voice broke when Marco dived inside her. He knew exactly how far and how rough he should be, after reading a metric ton of books on pregnancy, both regular and magical, and the conclusion was simple: Star definitely needed as much of him now as before she was pregnant, if not more.

With Star slowly bouncing on his cock in his laps, Marco was in control of her, and could not only caress her breasts with one hand, and kiss her exposed neck and ears, but also keep his other arm over her belly.

And when he looked up and saw their embraced bodies in the mirror in the corner, Marco was once again filled with a very primal pride he felt ever since Star announced she was with a child. He, Marco, a human, was its father, he has managed to impregnate her, Star, the princess, and he alone was privileged enough to enjoy the wonders of making love with her, and that notion only made him more fierce. He growled, feeling his wife's body writhe underneath him, giving her as much of himself as he could, without causing any discomfort.  

- Ma...Marco!

Star cried, noticing the increased speed of his moves. She kept her arms over his body, though admittedly, she could do very little to change their position. Marco's frantic thrusts, combined with her abnormally sensitive skin made her unable to babble anything than her lover's name, putting her on a straight path to climax. She knew he wouldn't do anything that would harm their baby, and the fact that he was able to rut her so vigorously while being the safe kid he once was left Star even more excited.

In the corner of his eye, Marco noticed the reflection of Star's glowing cheeks, and a moment later, he felt her walls closing down on him, which in turn caused him to come undone. Rocked by their shared climaxes, the two collapsed, though even in the post-orgasmic bliss, Marco made sure she fell onto him, and he onto the pillows, to protect Star's belly. With their bodies joined, Star was still milking him of his seed, in the same ravenous and hungry fashion as four months ago, when night after night she begged him to fill her to the brim with his potent cum. Star didn't have to verbalise her need for Marco to gladly deliver it in the same quantity each night, soon causing it overflow onto their pristine bedsheets, a sight they both were able to watch in the mirror.

The couple lay motionless for a while, savouring the intimate moment and their shared breaths, until Marco spoke, being the first to regain his senses.

- Feeling okay, honey? - he gave her shoulder a kiss - I wasn't too rough, was I? - his hands automatically drifted to her belly.   - Noo... Marcoo... - Star babbled, grinding herself into his laps again, prompting Marco to spoon her - You were great...

She turned her head, locking him in a long kiss, during which the queen of Mewni has managed to wriggle out and rotate he body so that she was could straddle him. When Marco opened his eyes, he was greeted once again with the sight of her now-plump breasts and her pregnant belly pressed against his chest as the most delicious weight imaginable, while Star's hand sneaked between his legs again.

- And do you know what I want now...? - she asked, closing her palm around his still messy cock. - Mhm, I think I do... - Marco moaned, and propped himself up on the pillows, waiting for Star to return the favour, as she went lower and lower, peppering his chest. - I want the sausage...

Star whispered in a smoky voice that put goosebumps all over Marco's body, until she suddenly spoke in a much higher and serious tone, breaking his blissful moment of peace.

- Marco! - What? - I told you, sausages. Go to the kitchen, I want hot-dogs. - Oh, right.

Marco quickly put on his boxers and the dressing gown, and reluctantly, jumped off their bed, trying to find slippers.

- You want ketchup, or mustard with them? Or the chilli sauce? - Nah, I've got something better.

And suddenly, Star reached her hand and sneaked it under his gown, giving a sudden grip on the bulge in his boxers that caused Marco to jump in place.

- I've got my favourite condiment here...

She licked her lips, and with that prospect on his mind, Marco bolted to the castle's kitchen, praising the unique mixture of kinks his wife had.

[ashbornrp]

name: kathryn marie atkins

age: 33

species: werewolf

occupation: atkins pack leader and adult film star

faceclaim: diane guerrero

biography.

Thick humidity and patches of moss covered her childhood home. It was old, barely standing since it’s purchase in the early 1900s. In Delight, the hottest spot was a run down creek with empty beer bottles tossed between a few reckless teenagers. The small town barely held three hundred in its population. Her father worked in construction while her mother stayed at home to mold her children into model Evangelists. Between double shifts and late nights, Maria wasn’t tending of her children. So long as they remained well-behaved and docile, she didn’t make the effort. Instead, a string of different friends ventured to her room. She never caught their names.

A lover of God and extremely well read, the brunette would remain seated on the front row of service each Sunday. While her brother waved an acceptance letter from Harvard, Kat sat in the Arkansas musk near Wolf Creek with a stolen cigarette. Once Rob left, there wasn’t anyone to guide her. The role of both parent and sibling whisked away on a full ride to become a doctor. She didn’t admit the twinge of jealousy that twisted in her gut. He got to leave, but not many did. Her grades were mediocre in comparison. Everything was. The only way she could thrive past her brother’s shadow was through theater.

Maria hyper focused near the end of high school to ensure her daughter thrived. It was a double edge pressure. Kat would make qualms against her mother’s adultry to get away with what she wanted. Exhausted from the peering looks from her mother and the aggravated tone of her father’s as his greasy hands clenched on his fifth beer, Kathryn gave in. After applying around to different universities, the brunette merely waited on her decision. She was never necessarily passionate about school, despite her academic achievements. The ringing leader was NYU. She decided to take a trip, staying with her brother as he showed her around the campus. It was almost too good to be true - - - away from their soul eating parents, living on their own, and creating a new life for themselves. She accepted the offer. She returned home with a newfound motivation towards high school graduation.

After an after party near the outskirts of town, Kat and her best friend, Roy broke into private property. It was a drunken idea to create crop circles that ended with a bite on her collarbone that began and ended her life as she knew it. The fever set in within hours. The other wolf mauled her best friend, leaving him bleeding out between a bottle of Everclear. Rather than stay by her injured friend, the teenager stumbled drunk through corn husks until authorities stopped her by the main road. She was thrown into a squad car as the investigation continued. Eventually, it was swept under the rug. They all concluded that it was some sort of hog attack, not what it really was.

As the summer drew to a close, Kat settled into an undergraduate degree of pre-med biology. She struggled with her new abilities and kept it a secret from everyone she knew. Her first year at university felt like a hiccup. She finally settled into what her parents wanted, but none of it felt right. In a skew of finding herself, she went out on a limb. Her first job in college was nude photography. It lined her up for other opportunities aside from a wannabe SoHo magazine. The photography was just side money at first. She couldn’t afford her medication through the university insurance, and needed some way to pay for room and board.

It wasn’t until her second semester at NYU that she dropped off the grid completely. She cut off all contact from her parents and anyone back home. Her photography progressed into a career in adult film. It fulfilled the checklist in her life: acting, fame, and money. She bounced between traveling around the nation and keeping up with contract jobs in porn. Bouncing from her girlfriend’s apartment, she hitched a ride with a band. Washable was on the rise, stationed on their second studio album. She bummed in the bus for the second half of their tour before stopping back in Los Angeles.

From Los Angeles to New York City, Kat got a taste of what it was like to feel herself. She soon became a pillar in the adult community – striking a name recognizable almost anywhere. Between the twelve hour sets and hectic atmosphere in her friend group, she slowly slipped from recreational to substance abuse. It started off with prescription, popping a few Xans when she was wound tight. Then, it was almost daily. It was an issue well hid even from her current relationship. New York offered more than anything in LA. She kept her head down and worked hard on sets.

In the string of highs and lows, she ended up hooking up with a familiar face from Washable. Rather than keep it casual, it eventually progressed to a full fledged relationship. The star juggled both until one merely favored over the other. As she progressed in the new relationship, so did old demons. He never mentioned her use and she mentioned his. Drinks and pills ran together well until it slipped down the wormhole. Nearing a year celebration of their relationship, Kat fell into heroin. It was cheap and easy to curb stress. It was the high she sought after, warmth gathered in a calm sleep. It should have worked well. She did what she could to hide her use from Jake. It all ended with dead eyes locking as she stretched in a tub. A spoon and a bundle was all the evidence he needed. Rather than confront, he left the apartment with a duffle bag. He was supposed to come back. She focused on the same voicemail for weeks as the come downs were harsher. She couldn’t stop, but the police knocked on her door. His friend, Silas filed a missing persons report. There were never any leads, but vague surveillance footage. It was as if the man simply disappeared.

Dating was scarce and absent. Kathryn struggled with the grasp of her addiction and pushed forward as much as she could to live a sober life. Through the string of a year, she dated a hunter. It ended just as anyone would assume it would, in blood. She buried the body and rushed out of town as soon as she could with her pack. The brunette set sights for Las Vegas. There were no other werewolves in town and she could easily settle into a job in the scene. Her pack slowly grew from two members to four as the years stretched by. Kathryn remains a strong and steady leader, despite her grip on her sobriety. She recently clocked in six years on her sobriety chips and planned to continue forth on her healing. She joined the USC in the past year, focusing her strength on revealing the supernatural to the world. She believed it is what is right for the community as a whole. Not everyone is a monster. She wanted the world to see that first hand.

[robmesheehan]

Rob’s very best bum bounces

[firstpersonnarrator]

Please help me find that one gif?

That moment when you can’t find that one gif anywhere and you have to settle for asking your fellow fans:

It’s the left-hand bit of this, where Allison & Klaus collide with each other in the pool?

Does anybody have a slow motion one of just that? Must have maximum bum, like below.

Left gif by @yenvengerberg in this post: (X)

I need it for my Rob’s Best Bouncing Bums post.

Anybody?

Please?

Help?

[uberff]

Chapter 24

Eric


"Mornin'," I mumbled to Deja as I walked into the shop with all of my equipment in my Nike duffle bag.

"Good morning. Issa fresh pot of coffee in the lounge if you need it." she said sweetly and I nodded, going about my business after mumbling a quick 'thank you' with a forced smile.

I wasn't in the mood to crack jokes or sip dirt, I just wanted to take care of my clients for today and head the fuck home.

After the week I've had, offing myself seemed to be the only solution out of it. But, I knew that would make for more problems concerning my loved ones.

I laid out all of my equipment neatly across my desk and mumbled along to Jaded while tryna get this day started. I had all my hair growing out, my weight going up and down, I ain't have the desire to eat no more, and shit just stopped making sense.

I checked out all the boxes on Robyn's checklist, I was the perfect nigga for her. She glowed up through me, man. I wasn't tryna force her into anything, our relationship was so organic, I felt like I was walking on glass to fuckin' please her while she kept breaking mirrors in the meantime, playing hard to get for no fuckin' reason. I mean, I know you been hurt the last three times but I wanted to be her testimony, I wanted to be that E Harmony commercial for her, I wanted to be set apart from those niggas but instead, she placed me right in the box, adjacent to all them fuck niggas.

"Hey, Toby just called and asked to reschedule ya'lls session. Tomorrow night cool?" Deja poked her head into my office and I nodded.

Sighing heavily, I tossed my tattoo gun back on my desk and sunk into my chair. The only shot I had at clearing my mind of this fuck shit was put on hold. I loved what I did, especially when I was going through something, making others feel joy that I could never obtain is what it was all about for me. This girl really got my head fucked up.

After Dej hung up with my client, she came back in and hopped on my chair, across from me and started examining my face. I turned away from her before she could notice anything and dug into my bag for my bottle of Henny. "Ricky." she spun me around and sighed, taking the bottle out of my hands.

"Please talk to me, if it's about what I said the other night-" I put my finger to her lips and mushed her face back. "You 'bout close as shit, ain't you?" I chuckled lowly and she gave me a smile filled with hope.

My happiness was always top on her list. I loved the shit out her gay ass, bro. Forever and always, ever since tenth grade. "Nah, yo carpet munchin' ass ain't got shit to do with this."

"Bitch," she slapped my hand away with a small laugh, and got serious shortly after.

"I'm worried about you, E."

"Don't worry about me, Deja. I'll bounce back."

"Not if you keep tryna handle this by yourself." I twisted my curls with one hand and laid back and let her words sink in.

"I ain't got nobody else. I know I always got you, D. But, reporting shit to you over and over get old."

"I'm willing to listen. You're self-destructing by the week. Each time I see you, it's worse. Talk."

"You know the situation with shawty."

"I do. I also know that you've never been going through such a drought over a girl. That's usually my role."

"How you and Shellz?" I asked and she sucked her teeth. "Fuck how me and her are doing. I don't care about that right now. All I know is that if I lose you, bro-"

"You not gon' lose me, Deja. You and my fam always gon' run through my mind before I think about doing some selfish shit." I kicked her softly when she got to getting teary eyed.

"You hear me?" I asked, still looking up at the ceiling. If I look at D when she crying, I was bound to start crying with her ugly ass. "Yeah," she sniffled and wiped her eyes gently so she wouldn't mess up her beat. "back to you and Robyn."

"Yeah, I loved her, still got love for her. I thought we had something real. I ain't classify her like a basic ass Memphis hoe. I'm hurtin' hard." I said truthfully. It finally felt like someone was removing the bricks from off my chest, one by one.

“I did all this shit just for her to gon' and get pregnant by a nigga she told me ain't built for love, ain't sensitive enough towards her." I wiped my eyes and shook my head.

"I'm sorry, E. Come here." she pulled me up and reeled me into her arms just as I finally let my tears fall. "The one time I let my guard down and try this love shit again, man. She gotta fuckin' baby on the way." I sobbed loudly and hugged Deja back.

"She tellin' me all this bullshit about her exes, for what? Making me wait for what? Defending her fuckin' honor for what? Bitch had me lookin' crazy, thinking I was about to start a family with her. I'm happy as all fuck, screaming out my car window on interstates, spreading fake ass news to strangers, thinking of baby names. Nigga, for what!?"

Deja consoled me calmly and wiped my tears which was all cool but, Robyn still fuckin' played me. Played the shit outta me and had me convinced that I was gon' be the nigga to heal her from all the wrong her exes did. I guided her in that direction of her self-worth and she started feelin' herself, treating me like I wasn't the one in corner from the minute her pretty ass walked into my shop. Two days fresh off the plane from NYC.

"Not like it's being brought up or anything, but you know that I'm always gunna be loyal to family, right? Not saying that my friendship with shawty is done because that's sis, but, I'll always be here for you. Whenever." I nodded.

"Now stop all this fuckin' crying before your chocolate ass melt in here, Tyrese." She said and I laughed so fuckin' loud, bro. I was so relieved to have a real one on speed-dial.

"It's still fuckin' with me though, cuz. We grown as fuck, how she still making these baby ass mistakes?"

"You see the way she looks at dude?" Dej asked and I shrugged.

"She loves the fuck outta that rollercoaster of a nigga. Sometimes when you go through hell with someone, you always gon' be curious to know if you ever gon' make it out that bitch with the same person. I'll personally let Shelby's ass burn but this ain't about me. Ya'll just wasn't the ones for one another and you gotta accept that,"

"I'ma try, dawg. This shit is still so fresh."

 Robyn

After hearing a slight noise coming from downstairs, that turned out to be nothing, I've been trying to fall back into my deep slumber but I just couldn't. My baby and I were wide awake, frustrated, and hungry as fuck. I trotted downstairs and turned all of the lights on and went to search for something to eat but, my only options were; ice, mayonnaise, and wheat bread. I groaned aloud and hopped on the counter.

Every place that delivered was closed and I wasn't about to cook at four in the damn morning. I shot a few text messages to Deja, Winter, and Odell and finally gave up on their bum asses when ten minutes went by without replies. I'ma remember this shit when they need me to sew some shit up for them.

I blew air out of my cheeks and went teary-eyed, scrolling through my contacts for some hope. As if I wasn't emotional enough, this pregnancy turned out to make me more of a crybaby than I used to be. Jaylen's new nickname for me was Bubbles, shawty from the Powerpuff Girls.

It fucked me up because I couldn't even fight about it, she was my favorite one. I smiled as I thought about all the hell I put him through, he was still my best friend. The fact that I was about to co-parent with his extra ass always put a smile on my face. We're gunna be bomb ass parents.

I finally shrugged and just decided to call him, I always try to give him his space and not call him first and since he lives about a half hour away, but he always comes to my rescue, even if I do call him last.

"Robyn, the world better be on fuckin' fire, my baby better had climbed out ya walls, or you dead, my nigga. What. the. fuck. could you possibly want at four-thirty in the bitch ass morning?" He groaned in his sleepy voice. I involuntary blushed at the sound of his voice and played with the ends of my hair nervously.

"I'm hungry as fuck, Lenny." he sighed loudly and shuffled around.

"Go cook some shit, Rob, a nigga in here sleep. I just got in the crib like two hours ago."

"I haven't went shopping. I'm barely here."

"Pull up. I got some shit you could cook."

"I'm scared. You know I don't drive at night. Pleaseeee?" He got silent for a second until I heard his light snores in my ear. I sucked my teeth and yelled his name.

"You always have been long-winded as shit. Yo boring ass put me right back to sleep."

"Jay!" I whined and he cursed lowly under his breath.

"You at least have an idea of where you wanna go?"

"No." I mumbled sheepishly. "You choose."

"I AIN'T THE ONE THAT'S FUCKIN' HUNGRY!" He half-yelled and I started to apologize to him through sobs. "Aight, I accept ya apology man. Damn, this pregnancy makin' you act so fuckin' lightskin. I'm coming."

"Thank you." I smiled and wiped my wet face. "Your brat ass already knew I was gon' end up cavin' anyway."

"No." I mumbled while shaking my head yes. Not even on some manipulative shit, Jaylen has been giving me whatever it is that my heart desired. It was all mostly food. "Whatever liar. Gimme twenty minutes. Stay up!"

"Okay." he hung up and I smiled, hopping off the counter and going to lay on the couch while watching Dexter's Laboratory.

*****

I finally decided on Waffle House and took it to-go. It was too cold in there. Jaylen and I just sat in his car and ate with my playlist playing from his Bluetooth.

"Thank you." I grinned while adding sugar to my grits, looking over at him batting my eyelashes. He rolled his eyes and looked at my stomach. "Anything for ya'll, man." I laughed loudly and he smirked at how obnoxious and random it was.

"Why you laughing like that, nigga?"

"Remember the night I only wanted the milk from the Fruity Pebbles and I made you eat-" the more I told the story, the harder I began to laugh.

"Hell yeah, I remember that fuck shit. I can't wait till this shit over and you have my next three babies, I ain't gotta do shit else."

"Bye. No more babies for me." I shook my head and ate my breakfast. I could feel his eyes on me as the car went silent, and I tried my hardest to ignore it. His stares were so intense. Eye contact was a big thing for him; during conversations, sex, even arguments. That's what made me fall for him in the first place, his beautiful ass eyes.

"Is it good?" he finally said and I nodded while snapping my fingers to the throwback Monica song playing. "Want some?" I asked and he nodded. I opened another plastic fork and handed it to him.

We ate together and cracked some more jokes until dawn, I forgot how stressed I've been this week and he was wide awake now as we drove through Memphis, singing along to our favorite songs. His ass never told anyone but he was actually an amazing singer.

I stared at him with so much love in my eyes and he looked over for a split second and started rubbing my stomach. "You good?"

"Yeah. I just-, I'm-"

"Man, I love yo ass more, Rob. Issa big ass elephant in the room everytime we together. Sometimes I be up at night, thinking about you and how much I fuckin' love you. I'm cool right now without the relationship. At least I got you as my Ace. Still my homie, my ride or die."

"Same. You don't miss it though?"

"We toxic. Of course I miss yo kisses and yo fuck game but I ain't with all the extra stress and pressure of tryna be the perfect man right now. I just wanna be the perfect father and yo perfect support system. I don't wanna break your heart again."

I nodded. "I finally know what it feels like to be on the other side of that." I sighed.

"Whatchu mean?"

"Eric."

"Shit, I would've been threw myself off the Hernando Bridge if I was THAT nigga." he smirked. "Nigga lost the best bond ever. Issa W for me, he gotta gon' and transfer that L from Meek Mill's checking." We laughed loudly.

"Stop, I'm going to Hell for laughing." I mumbled, holding my stomach.

"For real. I couldn't imagine being around you everyday, thinking I'm about to start a family with you, only to have it all be a fuckin' pipe dream. Trust me, shit ain't easy tryna live without you. Dreams with you in them don't make reality no easier. Had my hoe ass crying with my pillow, listening to One Wish on full blast every night."

"I'm not the shit like that." I flipped my hair playfully and smiled.

"You is. We all got growing up to do as young adults, but when that glo up hit you and you out here handling shit like a boss. Can't no bitch touch you. Ain't nobody touching you now, I won't let them."

"I love you, Jay Bear." I pecked his cheek repeatedly until he turned his head and snuck a kiss from my lips. I gasped and hit him softly.

"You actin' like you ain't never kiss me before. Like you ain't never taste yaself off these lips. Calm down."

I blushed and sunk into my seat, finishing off my food. "We done, Dora the fuckin' Explorer? Can I go to sleep now? It's almost seven." he yawned and I yawned after him.

“Yeah."

"You sleepin' over, I'm not driving all the way back to East Cutty Bum Fuck right now." I smirked and nodded as he started to drive back to his place.

I fell asleep on his king-sized bed with his big ass dog, Zeus at my feet and he fell asleep on the futon right across from the bed just in case anything happened. Time was healing us and I was content with where I stood with him, a place that I thought I'd never see us standing in. Ya'll know I used to hate his mean ass at the beginning of our journey.

**

I scratched my head as I looked at all of the mess in this house from unpacking. Jaylen wasn’t here right now, so I decided to do him a favor and clean because I didn’t mind.

Making sure that all the boxes were empty before I threw them out, I came across a couple of pictures of the both of us. Pictures that I didn’t even remember taking. The fact that he still has them made me smile wide. Jaylen still cares.

I pulled my phone out, taking a picture of them and sending them to Jaylen.

what you doing with these 🧐 3:37 pm

why you in my shit nigga 3:38 pm

I was cleaning 3:39 pm

you da best 4 that 🏼 just don’t hurt yourself mama & you know how we rockin even when we not rockin. feel me? 3:41 pm

I laughed to myself, tossing my phone on the couch. I wanted to ask him where he was, but I decided to keep cleaning. Jaylen unpacked everything and moved all the new furniture in, but nothing was organized.

To set the mood, I lit up a few candles and turned on some music so time could go by faster.

It was getting mighty toasty in here so I put my hair up in a bun and went to go change in a comfortable maxi dress. Now I was ready to clean.

Between singing along to Whitney’s untouchable vocals, cleaning and organizing every room in this house, I definitely worked up a sweat. When I was done, I smiled at my hard work and grabbed a water bottle before sitting down on the couch and turning on Power. Jaylen was gonna be mad that I started watching it without him, but I’ve been dying to watch it.

“Robby!” I heard Jayla’s voice come from behind me. I turned around to see her running up to the couch. Jayla was just the sweetest little bundle of joy.

“Hey pretty girl! I missed you! What you been up to?” I smiled at her as I sat her down on my lap.

“I made you a bracelet! Look!” She pulled out a beaded bracelet from her pocket with my favorite colors on it. The fact that she remembered was really special to me.

“Jayla girl.. This is cayuuuuuuute! I love it, thank you! I’m never taking it off.”

“Pinky promise?” I laughed, wrapping my pinky around hers as she nodded.

“Man Jayla love the fuck outta you, she ain’t ever made me no bracelet. I’m lowkey jealous.”

“I adore her so much. Your dad ha-“ I stood up and turned around only to be looking at Jaylen and his father. I froze, because I never thought I’d be meeting his dad. Especially now. Jaylen wasn’t his father’s twin but they had similar features. His dad was really handsome though.

“Hi, Mr. Waters-“ I started to say as I held my hand out for him to shake. He paid my hand no mind, pulling me into a warm hug instead. God, his hugs reminded me of my dad’s hugs so much that I had to pull away immediately.

“Call me Jayceon, we family now.” He smiled at me genuinely.

“Nice to meet you Jayceon. I’m Robyn.”

“Oh yea I know, Jayla and this nigga right here don’t ever stop talking about you. This dude always in my ear telling me about how much you mean to h-“

“Aight, that’s enough talking for you old man.” I chuckled to myself, blushing. I was gonna have to pull his dad to the side later on and get him to spill some more tea.

“I gotchu later on Ms. Robyn. Just let me know.” He said referring to the tea he was just spilling. I laughed and nodded as I made my way into the kitchen to prepare some food since more people were here. I heard Boo’d Up playing from my phone and I had to start singing it. This was Jaylen’s song.

“Feeeeeeling! All ova my bodaaaaay!” I sang out loud as I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I would move them, but I was too into this damn song.

“You know how I like itttttt, ain’t gotta tell you what to do.” Jaylen sang in my ear as he rocked us from side to side. I had to snap out of it and stop singing, because it was getting hot in here.

While I stopped, I turned around only to have Jaylen still singing to me. I looked away, because I didn’t wanna smile. My eyes landed on Jayla who was standing there recording us on Jaylen’s phone.

“Cuties!” She ran away with Jaylen’s phone. My mouth formed in the shape of an O.

“How does Jayla know how to record?”

“My nigga 8, she ain’t 8 months.” I put my hand up pretending to back hand him, and he flinched making me laugh. Dude had a smart ass mouth. I bet his mouth got him in hella trouble at school.

“You lucky you pregnant, I’ll tackle yo ass.” I waved him off.

“How many times you got in trouble at school for that mouth of yours?”

“Boy, ion’ even know.”

“Damn shame.”

“My mama told me to speak the fuck up and never hold my tongue for a muhfucka and I’m glad she did. I got a voice, so ima use it.” He had a point, but he didn’t use his voice for the right reasons sometimes.

“Yea and she’s right, but you’re disrespectful with it sometimes.”

“Damn nigga, is you my therapist? I checked outta the center months ago.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“See!”

“I’m deadass. Tryna tell a nigga bout himself and shit. You just like my mama Robyn, I swear to God.” He snaked his arm around my shoulder.

“Is that good or bad?”

“Shit is different. You care for me like my mama did no matter how much shit I put you through.”

“Cause I love your stupid self.” I shrugged as he smiled.

“Y’all might as well kiss already, damn. I’m tryna watch Good Times but y’all over here acting out a scene from The Notebook.” I heard Jaylen’s dad voice causing me to jump. He made it extremely awkward for the both of us.

“Ima go shower.”

“I’m right behind you, cause this nigga mad nosey.” I laughed as his father flared at him while we both made our way to his bedroom.

“Bubba, Jassy’s calling you!” I heard Jayla say as I walked into the master bedroom that was Jaylen’s. I went straight to the bathroom because I didn’t want to hear their conversation. I guess that plan wasn’t so smart, because I could still hear her yelling from the phone all the way in here.

“Why you buggin’ like this?”

“Son, you’re out here on social media boo’d up with your fucking ex!” My eyebrows twisted up in confusion.

“Wait what? What you talking bout?”

“It’s all on ya snap dude!” I cursed to myself, because that’s probably what Jayla was recording.

“Jas, it’s not even like that.” I sighed, cutting on the shower water. This shit was already stressing me out.

I honestly didn’t even know she was his girlfriend now. I felt really bad. I guess this was gonna have to stop. Only time we need to talk is if it has something to do with our baby.

Just as I started to strip, Jaylen walked in and started looking in the pull cabinet. “Hey, could you take me home when I get out?” He turned around with a look of confusion on his face.

“Why? You bored or sumn’? I thought we wa-“

“We’re obviously getting too comfortable, and I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend. You bought this house to raise the baby in, not for us to flirt and play around in.”

“Ion’ got no girlfriend, that’s m-“

“Ok, but you’re serious with her right?” He got quiet.

“Aight, I gotchu.” He said, clenching his jaw before grabbing his bottle of pills and walking out of the bathroom. I swear, every time I felt like our relationship was moving forward and getting healthier, shit would always go wrong.

 Jaylen

“Bout gotdamn time.” I sighed, putting my back up against the wall. Man we done spent the whole damn week putting all of the furniture in my new crib. I was serious about getting this house here in Memphis. Shit was nice as hell.

If I ain’t have a life out back home, I’d definitely move out here. I couldn’t wait to watch our child grow up in this home.

“This shit dope. You might as well move out the condo and stay here bro.” Odell stated, as I took in his words. I felt that, and I actually wanted to, but I would lose hella money. Almost all of my clients are in New York... but I guess if they really fuck with me, I would just have to have my work shipped. I’d have to do some big ass promoting out here though. Ion know shit bout Memphis, but the country ass rappers. They hard though.

“I’m thinking about it.. I love the city though. That’s my home.”

“I feel you, but this a big change for you. You got a new beautiful ass home in a different state, baby on the way, and who knows.. God might have bigger and better opportunities for you out here.” This nigga had a good ass point. I couldn’t argue with that shit.

“Fuck you brah.” I laughed, as he shrugged with a smirk.

“What about you, Mr.Knowitall?”

“What about me?”

“Ankle healed, you been training, season coming up, you got Winter back.. where the ring and the baby at?” He sighed, making me laugh.

“Man, you make it sound so easy. I been tryna propose to her bald headed ass but there’s never time. I can’t remember the last time we actually sat and enjoyed each other’s presence. And you already know the answer to the baby part.”

“Tell her to sit her on the go ass down some where then.” This hoe Winter was always doing some shit and always on the scene whenever she wasn’t at work.

“I do-“

“Nigga, everybody knows you don’t. You probably try, and don’t take this the wrong way but sometimes you let Winter run over you bro. You need to tell her ass wassup.” He stayed quiet, stroking his beard while nodding.

“Hit her up.. right now.”

“She bus-“ I gave him a look and he waved me off, pulling his phone out his pocket.

I watched him click on her name and put her on speaker. It rang for quite some time, and he was about to hang up until we finally heard her voice. “What is it O? I told you not to call me during this time at work. You never li-“ We both started to tune her nagging out while I gave him to look. He nodded and started to speak.

“Nah, YOU never listen. Winter I been trying to spend time with you for the longest but you never wanna hear me out and you always blowing me off for shit. Ion’ give a fuck what you got going on when you get off work. All I know is you better be at my crib at 10 AM when I get back to NY in the morning. No if’s and’s or but’s. You hearing me?” I jumped up from the couch, dapping my nigga cause he finally grew his balls back. I taught my nigga well, man.

“But O-“

“What I say?” He asked, sternly as she sighed and stayed silent for a few seconds. Had that ass shook.

“Ok, I’ll be there..” I pressed the button to hang up as O stood up to his feet popping his collar. This nigga.

“My boy.” I smirked as we did our handshake.

“Aight nigga, now go do the same shit with Rob.” My smirk immediately fell, and I pointed to the door.

“I know you fucking lied.”

“I’m deadass.”

“Ion know what you muhfuckas don’t understand about the word TOXIC. Y’all want us to kill each other? I love that girl to death, I ain’t tryna hurt her again. She look mad happy without me. She making big moves, doing big things with out me and I’m happy for her. I wanna see her happy not constantly crying over me again.”

As much as I love the fuck outta Robyn, hurting her hurt me. Ion wanna jump back into another relationship when I already know I ain’t gone do right by her. We stay at each other necks and I’m just not ready for the stress and headaches again. Plus she pregnant with my child? Man hell nah, we do not need the stress. Robyn been fucking glowing, and I’d like to keep it that way.

“I know you hurt her before, everybody make mistakes. But everybody sees the way y’all look at each other. If you love her so much like you say you do, what the fuck is so hard about keeping her happy?”

I scratched my head.

“I ain’t shit and we both know I ain’t.” I shrugged.

“Talking to you is like talking to a wall, bruh.” He shook his head as he grabbed his things so that he could go to the airport. I ain’t feel like driving at all. I guess I go to Jas’ hotel and chill there for a few. I couldn’t wait to get in her shit.

Send me the addy and room # 7:56 PM

**

“So I got some shit I gotta break down to you.” She stopped eating her ice cream cone, and folded her arms. Sighing, she sat down next to me.

“If it’s bad news, I’m really not trying to hear it. I just got fired from my job over some dumb shit, so I’m really not in the mood for bad news.” She explained, as I started thinking while stroking my goatee. It wasn’t really bad news on my end.

“Just let me tell you. Ion’ want you to have to find some shit out on your own and then you gone be mad at me saying I never told you.” She sat quiet.

“Aight, so.. you know when I told you I could possibly be a father?” She had this uneasy look on her face.

“Yea..” she mumbled, looking down at the floor. I gently grabbed her chin, and made her look at me.

“Well I am.” The eye contact we once had was gone, and she started to look at the floor again, not saying a word.

“Jaylen, I migh-..” She sighed putting her face in her palms. Just as I was about to ask her to keep going, my phone rang. I didn’t answer it, because I wanted to hear what she had to say.

“What you was saying?” I tossed my phone to the side of me. She just shook her head and stood up.

“Never mind, I’ll be in the bathroom.” I sighed, picking my phone up to see who it was that wanted me. It was just Winter, but she was gone have to wait. I wanted to know what Jas was gone say.

I got up, going towards the direction of the bathroom only to see her leaning over the sink. “You good?”

“Could you bring me my sketch pad off of the table?” Jasmine asked as she gave me an uncomfortable look. She kept saying how her body was in pain.

Leaving the bathroom, I jogged in the living room of her suite and looked on the table for her sketch pad. She had a shit load of books on the table, so I was knocking a bunch of shit over. Almost everything ended up on the floor, so I had to look for it even harder now. I ain’t sign up for this shit.

Sighing, I kept looking around for her fuck ass sketch pad until my eyes stopped at a certain group of words.

Terminated Pregnancy Report

I realized that the papers were sticking out of a Manila folder, and the more I looked through them, the more my anger started to build up. Not Jasmine..

“Hey Jaylen, never mind I fo-“ she stopped in her tracks once she seen what was in my hands.

I closed my eyes and prayed. I prayed hoping that God would forgive me for what I was about to do to this girl. I prayed for him to give me some sort of knowledge to help me understand why the fuck this bitch would go behind my back and do some sick shit like this. She didn’t even tell me she was pregnant.

I plopped down on the floor, chuckling bitterly. “What the fuck is this, Jasmine?” She knew she fucked up, because she couldn’t say a damn thing.

“Man talk!” I yelled at her, getting up from my spot on the floor.

“What do you want me to say?!” She inched closer to me as she started to get teary-eyed.

“Man fuck them phony ass tears! Tell me why the fuck you would go behind my back and do some grimy shit like this! My nigga you killed not only one, but both of my fucking babies! You ain’t even let me know you was pregnant Jas, why the fuck would you do that?! Did you think about how I would feel?”

By now, tears were falling down from my face because I was fucking hurt. Twins might’ve been tough to handle right now, but I helped make them so it was only right that I help take care of them. My mama ain’t raise me to be a deadbeat. Ion even come off like that, so I’m still tryna process why Jas would do that shit.

“I-I.. I’m not ready for kids right now, Jaylen. You even said it yourself that you weren’t either.”

“So that give you the right to go and do that shit behind my fucking back?! You ain’t even tell me you was pregnant to begin with! We both was bein’ irresponsible having unprotected sex, so we was just gone have to deal with it!”

“I’m sorry, I didn-“

“Fucking murderer.” I looked at her with so much fucking disgusts. She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to grab me, but I backed away from her, looking around for my keys.

“Where are you going?”

“Delete my number, and don’t ever come by my fucking house no more.” I stormed out, slamming her room door behind me. I could hear her screaming my name as I walked off and got onto the elevator but I wasn’t trying to hear that shit.

I was done with that bitch.

Before I flew out here to sign papers for the house and move in, I was spending damn near every day with her, meaning we was fucking damn near every day. Sometimes I’d be so horny that it wouldn’t even cross my mind to use a condom. I was on and off with them bitches. That’s where I fucked up.

She started throwing up at the most random times, and I didn’t pay no mind to it, because her ass got sick real easy. I started to put two and two together and realized she could possibly be pregnant. I asked her, and she told me no so I left it at that. I thought I could trust her, but I guess not.

How could you have it in your heart to kill an innocent child like that? That shit was foul as hell, and I couldn’t even think straight. My vision was getting blurry as hell, so I hope that I could get home as safe as possible.

I tried to take my mind off of this shit and just face the music. Right on time, Drake’s lyrics hit the fuck outta me.

No one to guide me, I'm all alone

No one to cry on

I need shelter from the rain, to ease the pain

Of changing from boy to a man

As I came to a stop light, I had an incoming call from Robyn. I didn’t wanna answer at all, but something could probably be wrong with her.

“W-what you need?” I sniffled as I rubbed my eyes.

“Hey do you wan- oh my God, are you crying?” She asked, concerned. I swear I just wanted to spill every last drop of this fucking tea to Robyn, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I just wanted to go home, smoke a wood, and go to sleep and not wake up, real shit.

“What you need, Robyn? The baby good?” I sighed taking the phone off of my face, forgetting this was a damn FaceTime call.

“Yea um, I just.. wanted to know if you wanted me to come bring you a plate because I cooked your fav...” She smiled innocently, as I shook my head no.

“To be real witchu’, ion’ even got an appetite right now. Ima fuck witchu’ later though.” I hung up before she could even respond.

After Robyn called, it’s like my phone started blowing the fuck up so I just powered my shit off. It took me bout 10 more minutes to reach my crib, and I couldn’t be more relieved to be home. I did some illegal shit to get here in just 10 minutes, but fuck it. Jail is the least of my worries right now.

Going straight to my bedroom, I decided not to smoke because I was way too tired anyways and my bed and pillows were calling my damn name. Swear my head ain’t even touched the pillow for 5 seconds, and I was already asleep. I ain’t ever been so fucking tired and drained in my life.

A few minutes into my deep slumber, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I opened my eyes, only to be met with Robyn sitting down next to me in my bed.

“Man I love you so fucking much, Robyn.” I mumbled, intertwined my fingers with hers, kissing her stomach.

“I love you too Lenny, I’m always here if you need me or wanna talk.” Was all I heard her say before she kissed my forehead, and I fell right back asleep. 

[thepenisparker]

OBSCURE ◍ PETER PARKER X READER

description:

“do i even matter to you anymore? just answer me that.”

“…you don’t.”

pairing:

MCU!PETER PARKER/SPIDERMAN X READER

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table of contents:

one.          two.       three.            four.            five.            six.            tbc

five.

Things only got worse that night. (Y/N) didn't have a concussion or anything like that, except for a second-degree burn on her hand from the doorknob which she had to cover with bandages. She just had to keep getting injured. Her face was all kinds of messed up with the bruise on her nose and the cut on her forehead. After EMT checked her and the detectives asked her about what she remembered she was free to go back to her room.

She wished Peter had texted her or something to let her know he wasn't coming. At this point it was nearly 11 PM, there had to be a reason that he didn't come, a part of her just needed someone to hug. She could've died tonight if Mr. Delmar allowed her to stand there just a few moments longer. Then she realized something.

Peter didn't have her number. Peter found that out later too when he came home to change due to his backpack being stolen. He thought he would be coming back to an empty room but instead, his best friend was waiting on his bottom bunk of his bed.

"What was that?" Aunt May called from the kitchen. Peter panicked, having just shut the door and still in his Spiderman suit.

"Uh, it's nothing! nothing!" Peter said, then turned back around.

"You're the spiderman, from YouTube." Ned breathed out, his heart pounded so fast from excitement and confusion, putting together all the small things Peter had said over the last few months and shaming himself for not noticing sooner. Especially back when Ned noticed Peter suddenly had an 8 pack in the Gym locker room when he didn't even have a single muscle the week before.

"No, I'm not. I'm not." Peter begged, tapping the front of his chest to release the suit from his body, praying Ned would forget about everything.

"You were on the ceiling!" Ned pointed up, Peter practically was shitting himself. Still denying, kicking his suit to the side of the room.

"No, I wasn't. What are you doing in my room?" Peter asked.

"Aunt May let me in, you said we were gonna finish the Death Star!" Ned reminded him

"You can't just bust into my room!" Peter's efforts were cut off by Aunt May opening the door, Peter rushed to stand next to Ned and look innocent while still in his boxers.

"That turkey meatloaf recipe was a disaster." Aunt May laughed letting her hair down, Peter could see the usual smoking oven behind her in the kitchen, "Let's go to dinner. Thai? Ned, you want thai?"

"Yes," Ned said, still elated by the news.

"No! He's got a thing." Peter cut him off louder. Knowing his best friend needed time to process what happened before he spilled everything he just witnessed to his Aunt.

"A thing to do after, yeah." Ned nodded.

"Okay." Aunt May looked between the two of them, and her practically naked nephew, "Maybe put on some clothes."

Peter grabbed the sweater closest to him and Aunt May shut the door again, throwing the two back into action.

"Oh, she doesn't know!" Ned whispered.

"Nobody knows. I mean, Mr. Stark knows because he made my suit but that's it." Peter explained, putting his sweater on.

"Tony Stark made you that? Are you an avenger?" Ned pushed out questions, finding that he had so many.

"Yeah, basically." Peter shrugged. Ned looked like he was going to pass out, "Look, you have to keep this a secret."

"A secret? why?" Ned said, bummed.

"You know how she is, if she finds out people try to kill me every single night she's not going to let me do this anymore," Peter spoke quickly, knowing it'll be suspicious if they stay in for too long, "Come on, Ned. Please."

"Ok, ok, ok, ok. I'll level with you." Ned said, calming himself, "I don't think I can keep this a secret this is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, Peter!"

"Ned, May cannot know! I cannot do that to her right now. You know? I mean, with everything that's happened with her. I -- please."

"Okay." Ned's eyes softened.

"Just swear it, okay?" Peter asked, getting across how important this is.

"I swear." Ned promised.

"Thank you." Peter said, running a hand through his hair and rushing to put on a pair of jeans, "I can't believe this is happening right now."

"Can I try the suit on?" Ned asked, smiling again.

"No." Peter said, "And Ned I need a favor."

"What is it? Do I need to-" Ned started,

"Before you say anything. No, it's nothing for a secret alien lair." Peter guessed and Ned dropped his hand, "Do you have (Y/N)'s phone number?"

"No, why?" Ned said.

"I just need to know if she's okay. I told her I'd meet her tonight but now I can't and I don't want her to think I'm a dick." Peter explained.

"You were gunna meet with her?" Ned asked, "Without me? Like a date? Like you think she's cute? And you like her?"

"I mean, not like a date. But I was going to- I don't know- yeah. I think she's cute and really funny. We talked a lot after practice." Peter explained.

"I told you she was your type." Ned said, smug.

"I don't have a type?" Peter crossed his arms.

"You definitely have a type." Ned said, walking forward, "But, wait, I mean Joseph posted all over his twitter that he asked out the new girl before anyone else did."

"He did? She didn't tell me that." Peter said, bummed out. And mad he didn't have any social media for himself right now.

"Yeah, Flash retweeted it." Ned explained how he saw it, "I'm sorry, Peter. I mean, I'll try to get her number for you though. Or you could always make an appearance as Spiderman in her window?"

"I'm not doing that, she'll call the cops on me." Peter laughed, May called from the kitchen.

"Maybe." Ned shrugged, then he looked at the suit in the corner of the room, "How does it work? Is it magnets? How do you shoot the strings?"

"Imma tell you all about this at school tomorrow." Peter grabbed his friends arm, walking him out of his room.

"Great." Ned said, thinking of all the questions he needed to ask, with one last one on his mind that he could answer, "Okay, well, wait then. How do you this and the Stark internship?"

"This is the Stark Internship," Peter said Ned made in o shape with his mouth. Peter shoved him out finally.

Peter and Aunt May went to get Thai food like they said. Not talking very much, Peter was bouncing his leg under the table trying to handle all the stress. He had to admit though that telling Ned felt good. It felt good to have someone to talk to, maybe now he wouldn't bother Mr. Stark as much.

Still, what bothered him more was that (Y/N) would be going on a date with Joseph. Of all people, Joseph. Joseph had bullied Peter and Ned since the 6th Grade, made fun of Ned's weight, pushed Peter around for being so lanky small and a show-off. This was ridiculous, he had had a crush on Liz for years anyway and maybe it was better if nothing changed. He didn't have a chance with a senior girl let alone a girl in his grade.

Maybe she would change her mind, I mean, she barely knows him right? But she also barely knows me either so-

As if on cue, Peter broke from his thoughts to see (Y/N)'s face appear on the screen. The news was playing. She was covered in ash, the wound on her head patched and she seemed more hydrated before.

"These guys were across the street, robbing the bank. They had these crazy weapons, stuff I'd never seen before. But Spiderman was there and fending them off, Mr. Delmar called the cops and told me to hide since everytime someone has weapons like that in New York something or someone always gets hurt and he didn't want me to get hurt." (Y/N) was explaining her story.

"So, Spiderman? You think he's a savior or should he just stay out of the way? I mean if it wasn't for Spiderman those weapons wouldn't have gone off-" The reporter asked, shoving the microphone further into her face. (Y/N) cut him off.

"If it wasn't for Spiderman I still would've been trapped in that janitor's closet. Spiderman saved me, don't try to pin this on him. The real enemy is whoever made those weapons and gave them to people like that. If it wasn't tonight something would've gone wrong sooner. It's bank robbers now, then what? We need more people like Spiderman who are willing to do what's right."

It was official, Peter had a very real and growing crush on that girl.

 "Hey! (Y/N) stop talking to them!" a bearded man in a jacket with yellow sleeves and a beanie ran under the caution tape, he called from behind (Y/N).

"That's my dad, I got to go."

"Thank you for your time." The reporter panned the camera back to himself, "That was a survivor (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a high school student who just was trying to finish her homework when-"

"You see something like that, you turn and you run the other way." Aunt May shook her head.

"What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, definitely." Peter nodded, panicking.

"I mean two blocks away from us! Two!" Aunt May started in.

"I need a new backpack." Peter changed the subject.

"What?"

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[quantumrpg]

NAME: Kathryn Atkins AGE: 31 SPECIES: Human (Dormant Werewolf) OCCUPATION: Adult Film Star YEAR OF DEPARTURE: 2016, end of year RESIDENT FOR… two years FACECLAIM: Diane Guerrero

t i m e  i s  a n  i l l u s i o n,  b u t  n o t  o u r  s t o r i e s…

Thick humidity and patches of moss covered her childhood home. It was old, barely standing since it’s purchase in the early 1900s. In Delight, the hottest spot was a run down creek with empty beer bottles tossed between a few reckless teenagers. The small town barely held three hundred in its population. Her father worked in construction while her mother stayed at home to mold her children into model Evangelists. Between double shifts and late nights, Maria wasn’t tending of her children. So long as they remained well-behaved and docile, she didn’t make the effort. Instead, a string of different friends ventured to her room. She never caught their names.

A lover of God and extremely well read, the brunette would remain seated on the front row of service each Sunday. While her brother waved an acceptance letter from Harvard, Kat sat in the Arkansas musk near Wolf Creek with a stolen cigarette. Once Rob left, there wasn’t anyone to guide her. The role of both parent and sibling whisked away on a full ride to become a doctor. She didn’t admit the twinge of jealousy that twisted in her gut. He got to leave, but not many did. Her grades were mediocre in comparison. Everything was. The only way she could thrive past her brother’s shadow was through theater.

Maria hyper focused near the end of high school to ensure her daughter thrived. It was a double edge pressure. Kat would make qualms against her mother’s adultry to get away with what she wanted. Exhausted from the peering looks from her mother and the aggravated tone of her father’s as his greasy hands clenched on his fifth beer, Kathryn gave in. After applying around to different universities, the brunette merely waited on her decision. She was never necessarily passionate about school, despite her academic achievements. The ringing leader was NYU. She decided to take a trip, staying with her brother as he showed her around the campus. It was almost too good to be true - - - away from their soul eating parents, living on their own, and creating a new life for themselves. She accepted the offer.

She returned home with a newfound motivation towards high school graduation. After an after party near the outskirts of town, Kat and her best friend, Roy broke into private property. It was a drunken idea to create crop circles that ended with a gun pointed between a bottle of everclear. Roy was shot out of self defense, despite being unarmed. Rather than stay by her injured friend, the teenager stumbled drunk through corn husks until authorities stopped her by the main road. She was thrown into a squad car as the investigation continued. Eventually, it was swept under the rug.

As the summer drew to a close, Kat settled into an undergraduate degree of pre-med biology. Her first year at university felt like a hiccup. She finally settled into what her parents wanted, but none of it felt right. In a skew of finding herself, she went out on a limb. Her first job in college was nude photography. It lined her up for other opportunities aside from a wannabe SoHo magazine. The photography was just side money at first. She couldn’t afford her medication through the university insurance, and needed some way to pay for room and board. It wasn’t until her second semester at NYU that she dropped off the grid completely. She cut off all contact from her parents and anyone back home. Her photography progressed into a career in adult film. It fulfilled the checklist in her life: acting, fame, and money. She bounced between traveling around the nation and keeping up with contract jobs in porn. Bouncing from her girlfriend’s apartment, she hitched a ride with a band. Washable was on the rise, stationed on their second studio album. She bummed in the bus for the second half of their tour before stopping back in Los Angeles. 

From Los Angeles to New York City, Kat got a taste of what it was like to feel herself. She soon became a pillar in the adult community – striking a name recognizable almost anywhere. Between the twelve hour sets and hectic atmosphere in her friend group, she slowly slipped from recreational to substance abuse. It started off with prescription, popping a few Xans when she was wound tight. Then, it was almost daily. It was an issue well hid even from her current relationship. New York offered more than anything in LA. She kept her head down and worked hard on sets. In the string of highs and lows, she ended up hooking up with a familiar face from Washable. Rather than keep it casual, it eventually progressed to a full fledged relationship. The star juggled both until one merely favored over the other. As she progressed in the new relationship, so did old demons. He never mentioned her use and she mentioned his. Drinks and pills ran together well until it slipped down the wormhole. Nearing a year celebration of their relationship, Kat fell into heroin. It was cheap and easy to curb stress. It was the high she sought after, warmth gathered in a calm sleep. It should have worked well. She did what she could to hide her use from Jake. It all ended with dead eyes locking as she stretched in a tub. A spoon and a bundle was all the evidence he needed. Rather than confront, he left the apartment with a duffle bag. 

He was supposed to come back. She focused on the same voicemail for weeks as the come downs were harsher. She couldn’t stop, but the police knocked on her door. His friend, Silas filed a missing persons report. There were never any leads, but vague surveillance footage. It was as if the man simply disappeared. Kat plunged further in her use, only finding clarity when a pregnancy test pinged positive. She didn’t have a choice, but get clean. She forced herself through detox and religiously attended doctor appointments. A new start was born. She tried to focus solely on a child, hoping that everything else tied to. She hoped that a body would show up, or at least, him. It was a false hope that lead to a self concluded closure. 

She married, though the love wasn’t genuine. It offered a better chance for her newborn. Jonah was a focal point in her life. It was clear only seven months into the marriage that it wouldn’t last. Clarke wanted a larger family, determined to coax her out of sex work as a stay at home mother. He pleaded for her to consider her family, guilting every opportunity she returned to work. The final strike was a crack of her head while her son cried in the living room. She scooped the toddler and a duffle bag. The next day a lawyer served papers. It took months for Clarke to make a move. He refused to sign them without talking it through, while Kat refused to talk with him without a lawyer present. Eventually, the dotted line was signed. There was never a fight for custody, which only confirmed her suspicion that the man never considered Jonah as his. 

Throughout the divorce, she held onto friends. The tight knit group of Washable, coworkers, and brother was a large key for her sobriety. She clocked in three years as she considered the idea of dating once more. She kept it on the back burner as she started casually seeing an old friend. Jer was brash and confident. It was a strange change from her usual, but determined to keep them loose in terms of a relationship. She didn’t want anything after Clarke. Both of them needed to concentrate on their sobriety.

Her first relapse was six months into the eventual relationship. Breaking off four years was the hardest one to keep in the scale of a bathroom. It was hard to stretch her manipulation, breaking on the first call from a pseudo father. Another week and she was out of detox with Jonah convinced he spent a fun week over at his grandparents. It was difficult to maintain a relationship when the other half couldn’t remain sober. It only grew worse when Jer had tour. Things broke off quickly after an explosive argument and a mutual understanding. Another year stretched as her career progressed to more directing than acting itself. No one was keen to hire an addict for major projects. It took over a year to gain any project longer than a month. 

Before the #MeToo movement, the adult film industry generally swept everything under the rug. Once Kat approached the company with an assault complaint against one of her directors, they were quick to cut ties with her. She was dropped from the company and much of her contracts were burned. A lawsuit slowly followed from staff on set with similar allegations.

She slipped into a gas station restroom, a stop on her way to pick up her son from elementary. She stepped out of the restroom and continued onto the school as normal. When she couldn’t find her son, a frantic call from the police shoved her into the waiting room of the station. It took over a day to realize that her son wasn’t actually missing, but in a different space completely. 

It’s been a little over a year since she slipped into the liminal space. Her apartment is bare bones. Though her portfolio is still available, she struggled to find another job in the city. It took a few months and a lesser rate than her usual. She hasn’t moved past the idea that she’s stuck there. It took months for her to leave the apartment, forcing some semblance of a life. She couldn’t slip back down the hole, despite alcohol being an easier vice.

t e l l  m e,  a r e  w e  a  p r o d u c t  o f  w h o  w e  u s e d  t o  b e?

Lothric and brash, Kat packs a majority of her personality in wisecrack jokes, anger, and spontaneity. She is generally distant in personal conversations unless she’s familiar with you. She’s messy with relationships, breaking them off as easily as she gained them. She likes to pretend she’s enigma, but she’s really just an inked girl with a two dimensional personality with a bag of hot Cheetos.

[thedenfantasyleague]

The Den Fantasy League Recap: Week 13

Fellas, Fellas, Fellas,

For some of us, we’ve made it. For some of us, you didn’t it. In the words of Boyz II Men: How did we come to the end of the road? Well, let me tell you.

Viking Quest v. Team Timshel

It was simple for me. Win and you’re in; at least, that’s what I was hoping. Thanksgiving was a test of my character as Mike’s Dak and Buff D Dip carved me like a turkey. After that, I found our Julio wasn’t playing so benched that bum Ryan in favor of Danny Dimes (no bueno). Despite not scoring a season-high for our league, Mike’s team was consistent across the board with only TWO players not reaching their projections. Mike was led by the aforementioned Dak and Buff D as well as Kennan and Gurley. My team did their best to put some points on the board with big games El Tractorcito, Juuls, and Alshon. I knew that as the night was winding down on SNF, I wasn’t going to win. But… I could still make the playoffs with a little help.

VP v. Debbie Rowe

Speaking of help, it came down to Jake and Vinny determining my playoff hopes and dreams. Vinny, like me, needed to win but was dependent on me losing as I held the tie-breaker. Vinny’s week didn’t start off too hot as Brees and Koo had below-average games on Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, on-side kicks don’t get you points. He did try to make up some ground with good games from DJ, Miles, and Steelers D but Vinny just couldn’t put up the numbers for a winning effort and found himself bounced. Jake, who has had a shaky couple weeks to end the season, still put up a respectable 97+ points this week. Jake was aided by big games from guys who are normally who play the supporting cast most weeks: Jack “O” Doyle, Saints D, and Butt-kicker. He was also aided by the resurgence of his little Cooper Kupp and the bounce-back of Deshaun. Can Jake’s stars return for the playoffs?

Wilmore Cinderella v. Professor Remus Lupin

In a battle of busted basketball players, we saw JP and Gabe square off. Before we got to MNF, JP had a rough start to his TNF players. His normal WR combo of Brown and Thomas both had subpar games. From there, other than Carson and Myers, no one else put up much of an effort. If only he would have played James White… Gabe, like JP, didn’t really do too much this week knowing they made the playoffs. He was led by Woods and Snell and got enough from the Vikings combo of Cousins and Diggs to give him the win. Some interesting matchups meet these two teams.

The Perfect Ten v. Kalabar’s Revenge

E, like me, just needed to win. That’s it. If he could just win, he would avoid his fate of Cabana Boy. We were worried that we’d see a repeat of last year when a previous champion fell all the way down to CB. E was taking on an opponent he knows well and G’s team played hard in their final game of the regular season. Led by his Bears (against my Lions), Mahomes, and Rams D, G’s squad did everything they could to secure a win. Unfortunately for E, only two of his players met their projections. Not what you want when you’re fighting for your playoff spot. E, who to his credit has produced well this season, put up one of his worst weeks when he needed it the most.

Hank Mardukas v. Virg. Gardening Minmaxers

Luckily for E, he was bailed out by Mr. Scott Duncan Rowe. Al needed a lot this week but he could’ve helped himself out with a win. That’s really the only thing he could have had happened to avoid the ill-fated CB role. Al was led by two of his trade acquisitions in Singletary and Rodgers. Other than that, no one else on his team scored in double digits. After it was all said and done, winning 3 out of his last 5, Al couldn’t put up enough points to even give himself a chance. Scott, who secured his #2 seed this week, was led by Lamar, Devante, Gesicki, and Lutz but that’s not the story. The story is Al is officially Cabana Boy. Oh, and Scott’s bench>>>.

Stick With Us PVO v. Mixon It Up You thought we forgot this matchup? Might as well have. We all knew what was going to happen. I’m going to say what we’re all thinking: Dylan owns Rob. I don’t know how we got here or what happened but Rob just hasn’t been able to beat Dylan. Rob, who has scored more than 70 ONCE in his last 7 games, came out flat again. Rob’s team was top-heavy this week with big games from Brady and his Bengals. The rest of his team? They averaged 2.49 points. TWO POINT FOUR NINE POINTS FOR SEVEN PLAYERS!!! THAT’S FACTORING IN ALVIN’S EIGHT POINTS! YIKES, ROB! Dylan only had three players surpass their projections in Badgley, Packers D, and Rubbie Anderson but it was enough to beat Rob again. Unfortunately for Dylan, he wasn’t playing Rob every week and now finds himself out of the playoffs for the fourth straight season.

Cabana Boy

As mentioned, Al joins the show.

Playoffs Round 1: 

Bad News: 

Whether it was on purpose or an accident, the trophy took a spill. E claims it was Ada but he may have been frustrated after a tough season. I’m not mad, just disappointed. 

As always, set your lineups accordingly. I want to say congrats to Jake on beating me this week. I’m just happy to be here. 

Your beloved Commissioner, 

Jared R. Mosqueda