#the car is shit and he wants it to be better because he wants to keep winning cause he isnt bored of winning

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my dad to let out his emotions?

(cw: this entire post is about animal death)

Long story short, my dad (58M) has wanted a dog for decades. My mom (54F) has been refusing a dog for all 25 years they've been together. A few years ago, she finally agreed to get a puppy, and my dad was more excited than I've ever seen him be for anything.

Our dog passed away from a tumor a few months ago. He wasn't even three years old. This practically destroyed all of us, especially my dad, since he'd fought so hard for a dog for years. On top of that, he hasn't had much of a chance to let out his emotions since my mom keeps stopping him, and also making it worse.

A couple of weeks ago, on the way home from a party, something reminded my dad of the dog, and he started to cry in the car. We all comforted him, but after a few minutes my mom rolled her eyes and told him to stop crying. When we got home, my dad apologized for getting emotional. I (18M) told him he didn't have to apologize, since crying in grief is a completely normal thing to do. My mom told me I shouldn't say that, since he would just "wallow in his sadness all night" and it was better to just tell him not to do that.

I was baffled by this. I realized that she wasn't trying to make him feel better, she just didn't want to deal with him crying anymore. (I also recently noticed that she does the same thing to my sister (14F) and I.) Apparently this has been going on for pretty much their entire marriage of ~20 years.

On top of all of that, my mom brings up the topic of our dog and his death to people at Every. Single. Opportunity. And it always makes the rest of us feel like shit. She ordered a custom portrait of our dog as a Father's Day present for my dad. When I implied that this might be a bad idea, she said "So you hate it. Great." She also wants another dog exactly like our old one, despite the fact that he was a purebred, and had some health problems because of it. At this point, she wouldn't shock me if she said she wanted to clone the poor dog.

My dad has struggled with depression for years. He lived a very difficult life growing up, and was basically taught that showing sadness or fear was weak. Throughout my life, though, he's always made sure to tell my sister and I that he never wants us to have to bottle up how we feel and that the "boys don't cry" attitude is stupid.

So you can imagine my surprise when I tried to comfort him earlier tonight and he said "No, no, I'm fine. Boys don't cry. Don't worry about me." After that, my parents got into an argument about my mom telling my dad that he needs to "move past this".

TLDR: My mom keeps doing things that remind my dad of our dead dog, but then when he gets overwhelmed and starts crying she tells him to stop because she doesn't want to deal with his crying. AITA for telling my dad that she's wrong?

[killerandhealerqueen]

I made the mistake of going into the comments on the latest Williams Racing instagram post...why did I do that

[kyruskumiho27]

Warnings: •fluff (towards the end) •smut •breeding kink •penetration •illusion to multiple rounds

Summary: Miguel finds out you’re pregnant (find out🙄 he got you pregnant!)

Your husband stared you from across the room, licking his lips in deep thought.

You looked so sexy, in that sinful dress that hugged your body in just the right ways, your hair and makeup done just the way you liked it. Just the way he liked it.

And to top it all off, you were holding a baby.

You coo at the child in your arms, smiling down at it as it babbles some nonsense back at you. He knows you’d be a good mother. You’re already a good wife. He can imagine it now.

Your belly swollen and plump, waddling around the house. Fucking perfect.

Your breast full and achy. He knew just how to make them feel better.

It took to long for the party to end. To long for you to say goodbye to friends and family. To long to get out of that house and into the car.

He listen to you talk and gush about everything and anything, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel with so much force. He wanted to stop the car right now and just fuck you in the backseat. Stuff you to the brim.

But that was no way to treat the future mother of his children.

The car was tense when you pulled into the driveway, and if you hadn’t seen the large bulge in your husbands pants you would’ve thought he was pissed.

You saunter into the house, him close behind, watching as he strips everything off. His breath is labored and he feels all sweaty. You’re still in that dress, the one that makes his dick swell up and heart beat faster.

He groans as he pulls you closer, slotting his lips against yours.

You kiss back, just as starved as he is. He situates his hips in between yours, moaning into your mouth when his cock rubs against your clothes sex. Next he leaves open mouth kisses on your jaw, down your neck. He cups your breast through the dress, feeling how hard your nipples are from rubbing against the fabric. Fuck.

“If you don’t take this shit off right now I’m gonna tear it to pieces.” He growls lowly, watching you give him a mischievous smile.

You slowly peel the dress off your body, his eyes watching you in appreciation.

He was so sexy when he got like this.

His dick throbs at the sight of you, so perfect and hot in every way. He palms himself for a moment before he strips down all the way. Your eyes widen, gazing at his cock. You’ve seen it many times before, but you could never get tired of looking.

He’s on you instantly again, hands groping whatever skin he could reach (all of it).

Carrying you to the bedroom, and throwing you on the bed.

His eyes are cloudy with lust. Dick swollen and balls full of cum.

He takes little time to prep you, so desperate to just be inside. He sighs as his cock slips in, biting back a moan when you tug at his hair. He thrust hard, eyes rolling back.

“S’to good” he mutters, burying his face into your neck. Miguel’s panting like an animal in heat, hips moving back and forth wildly.

Your eyes roll back into your head, in disbelief because what the fuck? He has you in a mating press, trying to bully his cock into the deepest parts of you. The tip hits you so perfectly, you can’t help but let out pleasured gasp.

The sound and smell of sex turns him on, the air humid from the exertion.

He’s so close. So. Fucking. Close.

His fingers sip down to your pussy, rubbing in circles on your clit.

He needs to feel you cum.

You whine, his fingers are so thick, and the added pleasure of his dick is making you see stars. You chant his name over and over again as you feel yourself reaching your peak.

He whines to, telling you how sexy you’d look full with his seed. How perfect you and only you are to carry his child. His legacy.

He grips your hips, slamming himself repeatedly into you over and over, head thrown back when your orgasm comes crashing down. His hips stutter once, twice, three times before he’s spilling his load into you. He actually whimpers, squeezing your ass as your cunt squeezes his cock.

He pants into your mouth when you both come down from your highs, still hard cock nestle into your pussy.

“Not done mamas, not by a fucking long shot.”

🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

Your husband smiles fondly as you sit on the couch. Fuzzy socks on your feet and blanket laying comfortably on top of you.

Your belly bump is getting bigger and bigger by the day.

He’s such a good husband. Readily available and performing whatever task you need him to do.

Can’t cook tonight? Done. Too tired to take a bath? He’ll help bathe you. Just feeling lazy? He’s taking a day off work.

He was so attentive and you were so grateful, taking anything you could get.

And when your baby girl came?

You’d never seem Miguel get more emotional since the day he found out you were pregnant. (And the day you got married). He cops at her, smiling lovingly as she stares up at him with wide eyes.

Life couldn’t be more perfect.

Yippee🥳🎀

[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 13

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka@blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl @luzclarita57 @tempt-ress @starry-eyed-wild-child

Mike walked into the garage the next day with what can only be described as a shit eating grin, coffee in his hand and strutting like he had a secret that no one else knew. Leff looked at him with disdain.

"What? You get blown or something?" He asked as Mike plopped down in the chair.

"Can't I just have a good morning?" Mike challenged making Leff narrow his gaze at him.

"This isn't the girl scouts, wipe that gay ass grin off your face. We've got drops offs to do today." Leff opened the safe that sat on the desk and started pulling out guns. The sound of the door opening made Mike look over towards it and Leff just sighed.

"You're late." He called out.

"Seriously? Send a write up to HR." Y/n rolled her eyes as she crossed the garage and took Mike's coffee out of his hand to sip. Mike made no move to complain and Leff scrunched his face.

"You thinking swapping spit with him is a good idea?" Leff pointed out and Y/n shrugged.

"I'm not tonging his balls Leff. It's a fucking coffee cup." Y/n shot back making Mike chuckle.

"I mean, if that's on the menu-" Mike started to say but before Y/n could hit his arm, Leff slammed his drawer shut.

"Hold the fuck up...you two...you haven't...you aren't fucking around are you because I specifically told you both-"

"Jesus Leff is there actual work to be done today or are you cock watching your nephew today? I've got bills to pay and I'm not trying to keep having this conversation with you." Y/n crossed her arms over her chest. They both stood at an impasse and Mike just pushed up from the chair and snatched one of the guns from the desk.

"I'll be in the car..." He said going to tuck the fun in his back and Y/n took it from him.

"Don't be stupid. The last thing either of us want to do is take you to the hospital after you shoot your dick off. I'm driving." Leff gave Y/n a nod that he agreed with her taking the gun off of Mike but he still didn't like how chummy they were being. They carried on the rest of the day like that. Leff took in the little touches they shared whenever either of them went in to do dropoffs. How they would tease one another in those ways only two people who didn't realize they were flirting would.

Leff stews in his anger the entire day until all three of them end up back at the garage, counting the money.

"Seriously, why can't I have a gun? I know how to shoot a gun." Mike argued with Y/n as she put the guns in the safe.

"You can barely handle putting your cock in leather pants. The last thing you need is a gun." Y/n teased.

"I think we both know that's not true." Mike smirked at her and Leff shook his head.

"You know, I have to say I didn't expect this from you Y/n. I really thought you had better taste..." Leff's words made them both look up.

"What?" She asked confused.

"I mean the way you're leading my nephew around like a pathetic lost dog, I thought you were more into the guys that threw you around." Leff's words were harsh. Y/n narrowed her eyes at him.

"Leff what the fuck?" Mike spoke up and Y/n leaned on the table staring down at Leff.

"I don't remember asking you what your thoughts were on who I talk to." Y/n seethed.

"How easily you forget...you work for me Y/n. I can say whatever the fuck I want to you, treat you however the fuck I want or you can go back to spinning on a pole playing Russian Roulette with some Russian prick who likes to pistol wipe you." Leff sat in his chair, leaning forward to match her stance.

"Leff you're being a-"

"Shut the fuck up." Y/n put her hand up in Mike's face and he sat down quietly.

"I've had enough of your tough cock big brother act Leff. You want to run around this city holding his hand, be my guest. It's the least you could do for his mother but don't you dare sit there and think you're going to talk to me like I'm one of those common whores you fuck in your little shithole castle." Y/n gritted her teeth.

"If I want to fuck your nephew until his plum dumb stupid, I will. If I want to stop working for you and hop back on a pole for money, I will. I'm a grown ass bitch and I refuse to be treated like I'm less than honorable...especially after all the shit I've done for you." She pointed at him and he let out a sigh. He counted the money out and laid it on the table flat.

"You gonna pick up your take or would you like my little nephew here to slip it in your tits?" Leff leaned back in his chair knowing he had won this argument.

She kicked the chair into the table making Mike jump and Leff shook his head at her.

"Go fuck yourself." She shouted throwing him the middle finger as she stormed out of the garage. Mike looked between the two of them before huffing.

"You're a real dick, you know that?" Mike grabbed her money and ran out after her. Leff didn't like how protective Mike had already gotten with Y/n.

"Y/n! Wait up!" Mike waved the cash around and she spun around snatching it.

"Why are you letting him get you all riled up? You know he's a fucking asshole." Mike said out of breath.

"He needs to get over himself before I let his ass catch a stray bullet." Y/n lit a cigarette and put it into her mouth.

"Hey, I know he's a prick but let's not get trigger happy." Mike joked but Y/n glared at him, inhaling the nicotine.

"I honestly don't know why he's being so over the top with this big brother routine. He's never given a shit about anyone I've ever dated before." Mike shook his head and Y/n snorted.

"We're not dating. I let you eat my pussy, that's hardly going steady." Y/n argued. Mike felt a bit slighted but tried to play it off.

"Hey pussy eating is a gateway drug, I hear." He joked but she rolled her eyes.

"You and Leff think of yourselves so highly. Grow up." She got into her car and peeled out of the parking lot leaving Mike standing there feeling like a complete idiot.

[darnell-la]

can we have part 3 of the forbid threesome?

Just super rough and sweet🥴🥴

note: here's another part of y/n acting up and getting what she so deeply wants and needs. thank you for your guys support. please like, comment, reblog, and follow us!

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3rd person

It’s been weeks since y/n has seen the three men. She thought she could handle them, but after a few days of their rules, she realized those mature and serious they were about this “relationship”.

She wasn’t ready for a relationship. She wanted to sneak around with no strings attached, but now she got herself in a situation that was hard to pull out of. They all won’t let her go.

Y/n had to lie to get away from them. She had to tell them a girl-friend wanted to hang out for her to leave and head home.

Thank god she never had to give her home address when she came to work for Eddie and Steve. They never asked because they “desperately” needed someone. Now she sees they only made it easier for her to stay.

Emails, messages, and calls have been blowing y/n’s phone and computer. Every day and every hour a new one comes through from each of them. What will she do?

To keep her mind off of the situation and maybe ease down so she could talk with them, she dressed herself to head out and club.

She hasn’t been to a club in a while because of work, but maybe this will help ease her mind and make life and discussions easier for her.

“Is that her?” Billy asked, seeing y/n walk out of her apartment complex. “Yep,” Eddie said as he tapped Steve’s shoulder from the front seat to the back. “Can’t believe this shit,” Steve said under his breath, trying to hold himself back.

“She’s going out, and it better be to a friend like last time,” Steve said, but he knows y/n looks too good to just be going to a girl-friends house. “Nah, she’s going out,” Billy said, knowing how ladies dress for clubs, bars, or parties.

“What are we gonna do?” Eddie asked. “Oh, I’ll show you what the fuck I’m going to do-“ Steve angrily said as he ripped the seat belt off of him and went to open the car door, but Eddie leaned into the back seat to stop him.

“Hey, hey! Just wait! Give her a chance, man. Maybe she’d, like, I don’t know, going out to eat with her friend,” Eddie said, but doesn’t even believe himself. She looks too good.

“Don’t think she needs to show all of that off at a restaurant, Munson,” Billy took a hit off his cigarette as he watched y/n stroll to the car, having no clue that she was being watched.

“Let’s go. We can get her back in the house and set it straight-“ Steve tried leaving again but Eddie pulled him back. “Relax! Relax, man. Let’s just wait and if she goes somewhere where she shouldn’t be, we’ll set it straight there and then,” Eddie said.

You would think Eddie is saying this to give her a chance, but he knows himself that she’s heading somewhere she shouldn’t be.

Right now, this is a game to him. Catching her and seeing her scared look, knowing she fucked up again is something he’s dying to see. Hearing her apologize and beg doesn’t sound too bad to him.

“Public punishment doesn’t sound too bad to me,” Billy said as he started his car and whipped around as y/n passed them, still having absolutely no idea.

“Look at that,” Steve said in the back seat as the three men watched y/n fix herself up in her car. “She barely wears makeup, but all of a sudden, she’s fuckin’ caked up?” Steve said.

“Relax, she didn’t even put foundation or whatever that shit’s called,” Billy said. “Still. This shit’s unbelievable. Seriously,” Steve crossed his arms as he sat back.

“Are you guys, like, not upset!?” Steve genuinely asked. “We’re upset, but there’s no reason to freak out. We know we’re gonna teach her a lesson,” Eddie said. “Yeah, but- but that shit’s sad,” Steve said, seeming to never calm down.

“She just fuckin’ leaves us, ghosts us, doesn’t come to work, and now she’s taking her ass out to the club? What if she’s here for some random dude? What if they fuck!?” Steve said, hating the thought of y/n sharing what’s his.

“Well, they won’t even meet if she is here for someone. She won’t even make it inside the building,” Billy said as he leaned back, blood boiling now as well as the thought of y/n being here for someone else.

“Alright, she’s getting out,” Eddie said. Y/n happily looked at the building, ready for the night and hoping she’d get her mind off of the stress she’d been having.

Y/n sadly had to park in the back of the club's parking lots since it was crowded. Usually, she takes an Uber, but she didn’t care for it tonight.

Y/n walked past a few cars, still with a smile on her face until a hand slapped over her mouth and hands grabbed all over her.

Y/n didn’t get a look at the people grabbing her. She was too busy kicking, slapping, and screaming, hoping to get free but they were all strong.

“Who told you goin’ out lookin’ like this was a good idea?” Eddie asked as they all let go except for him. “Hm, princess?” Eddie asked again as y/n looked around, seeing the three men she’d been trying to avoid.

“H-How did-“ y/n went to ask. “We find you? Easy princess,” Billy said a few feet away from me. “I just can’t believe you, y/n. After everything we’ve been through? How could you leave me like that!?” Steve asked.

“What are you talking about!? I barely had a say in this relationship, so what did you expect!? For me to stay and lay back? Please,” y/n said, making Eddie tighten his grip on y/n, telling her to eat g her tone.

“I told you last time, and I’ll tell you again, y/n. You. Are. Mine. That’s rather you like it or not, so don’t fuck with me again,” Steve said. Maybe she’ll understand this time.

“Let’s go,” Steve said, about to get back into the car. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here,” y/n said like she had a choice. “Are you serious, y/n?” Steve genuinely asked.

“Yes, so let me go,” y/n tried taking her arm away from Eddie once, but she quickly noticed there was no chance of getting out of his grip.

“She’s all yours,” Steve sighed as he turned around, slapping his hands over his face in anger. “Gimme,” Billy said, and seconds later, Eddie pushed Y/n towards him, making her trip but she was caught before Billy slammed her onto his car from the hood.

“Do you like gettin’ fucked on a car or what, darlin’?” Billy chuckled as he tugged at his belt and jeans. “Don’t you dare,” y/n said, knowing this was riskier than she’d ever done or thought of.

“Who are you to tell me what to do, sweetheart?” Billy asked as he pulled y/n’s dress up. “Think ima let you walk around here dressed like this, and not stuff you?” Billy said as he pulled y/n’s panties to the side.

Hargrove groaned at the sight. He could never get tired of the view of her plumed and sweet cunt.

“Already wet?” Eddie asked as he took a look. “Yep,” Billy replied, making Steve chuckle to himself. “Of course,” Steve said under his breath, loving but hating how turned on she gets when she doesn’t listen.

“Keep this up, and he’ll break. I don’t think you wanna go through that,” Billy whispered in y/n’s ear before tugging at her hair, almost snapping her neck too hard.

“What will he possibly do?” Y/n rolled her eyes, thinking she could stay tough until Billy snapped his hips forward, making Y/n yell loudly. “Just because I’m not him, doesn’t mean you can talk about him that way,” Billy snapped his hips once again, making sure to dig deep into her.

Y/n tried her best to keep her moans in. She bit her lip, took a deep breath and maybe even laughed a bit to make it seem like Billy wasn’t doing anything to her, but she knew she couldn’t go any longer as the knot in her stomach grew already.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” Billy asked as he leaned down towards y/n’s ear after gripping her hair. “Y-You fuck like an old man,” Y/n said, making Eddie cover his mouth and Steve’s jaw drop.

“Are you fucking serious?” Billy asked, taking a full stop. “Very serious,” y/n laughed. Seconds later, Billy pulled out of y/n and pulled her up. Y/n stumbled as he went in front of his car and then pushed her on top of his hood again, but this time, on her back.

Y/n went to talk, but Billy was too quick. The older man gripped the smaller girls next tightly as he lined up then pushed in roughly.

Y/n screamed, feeling a lot of pain, but so much pleasure. “Shut the fuck up,” Billy said as he slapped his hand over y/n’s mouth, making sure she had a hard time breathing.

“Gonna call me old again? Hm? Hm!? Gonna keep fuckin’ runnin’ your mouth like shit’s sweet you fuckin’ slut!?” Billy disconnected his hand from y/n’s mouth a few times to slap her across her face.

Eddie and Steve stood on both sides of Billy’s car, watching the anger come out of him. Since high school, they’ve known Billy as the bully, but who knew they would accept and like it being brought onto y/n.

They’ve always been against his actions, but something about watching y/n struggle, cry, moan, beg, yell, scream, and look at Billy with fear, made them harder.

“Are you going to be a sweet girl from now on, princess? I really hate seeing you like this,” Steve lied. Y/n struggled to shake her head, but ended up getting a few inches from side to side, making Eddie laugh.

“Stuck up bitch, huh?” Billy looked at Eddie for a quick seconds as he shook his head. “Who raised you? How could a pretty thing like you be so bratty?” Billy asked, still snapping his hind hard against her thighs.

“Maybe we should discipline her. Show her how life is to pretty little bitches like her,” Billy said, having an idea, so he pulled out and threw y/n to the ground, causing her to whine.

“C’mon,” Billy said, wanting the other two to join in, so Eddie stepped up first. “On your knees,” Eddie demanded, but she didn’t listen. “On, your fucking. Knees,” Eddie said in a warning tone.

Instead of listening, y/n tried crawling away, but was caught in seconds. Eddie pulled y/n to her knees by her hair and pushed her face into his crotch.

“You like that? You like being close to cock?” Eddie asked, grinding his hips into her face as she tried wiggling away. “Lick it,” Eddie said. “Fuck no,” Y/n replied. “You think you have a choice? Lick it or gag,” Eddie demanded again, but she kept pulling her face away.

“You’re so hardheaded, sweetheart. It’s kinda cute,” Eddie pulled himself out of his jeans as y/n looked into his eyes, basically begging for it but without words. She refuses to tell them how much she wants this.

“I know, baby. Maybe if you were nicer, I’d be gentle. But you’re not,” Eddie said before stuffing Y/n’s mouth full of his cock, instantly making her gag. “Oh yeah,” Billy said as he came over and tugged on her clothes.

“Dirty little whores get treated how we want,” Billy said as he ripped y/n’s dress and bra down enough for her tits to fall out. “Look at these,” Billy groaned as he gripped her chest roughly, making her whine in a little pain.

“Yeah? Been keepin’ these tucked away from us?” Billy said before plopping one of her tits in his mouth to suck on. Y/n tangled her fingers in his hair as she pushed at Eddie’s lower stomach.

Steve just stared at her, watching her be treated how she should be for being the way she is. If only she’d listen. Fuck, even if she didn’t listen, he’d still want to see this.

“C’mon,” Eddie told Steve, and of course, he wasted no time pulling himself out and jerking himself over y/n’s face. “If you’d listen, you wouldn’t be on your knees in public,” Steve said.

“I hope someone walks by and sees this. Sees how good of a slut you are for men twice your age,” Eddie continued to face fuck y/n, pulling her head towards his hip to force her to take enough to satisfy him.

Y/n jumped at Billy’s hand and forced his way up her dress and into her panties. She used her hand that was tangled in his hair to grip his wrist and try pushing him away, but he was too strong.

“P-Please,” y/n begged, but muffled. “Oh, look at that. She might cum,” Eddie smirked down at her, seeing Billy’s hand rub her cunt roughly, trying to force a hard orgasm out of her.

“Hey!” Steve said as he kicked y/n’s arm. “Don’t touch him,” Steve kicked again until she kept her hands away. “Take Eddie’s cock, and let Billy touch that cunt of yours since you’ve treated them so badly,” Steve said.

“And afterward, you’re gonna let me eat that pussy until you pass out, and you dare beg me for no more. Sluts get treated like sluts,” Steve said as he gripped y/n’s hair, making Eddie let her go.

“And pick up your fuckin’ paste,” Steve began pushing her into Eddie repeatedly, making her neck ache, but there was nothing she could do, not when three men were all over her.

“Fuckin’ suck him!” Steve yelled at y/n, making Eddie and Billy chuckle. Y/n looked up at Steve, begging him with her eyes to give her a break, but one look told her that she better listen to him.

Steve let y/n’s hair go after she began to bop her head on her own. “That’s it, baby. Suck him up,” Steve continued to stroke himself, feeling his close he is just by watching her pretty face do what he can’t get overseeing.

Y/n but her eyes tightly with a whine as her body shook. “Mhm, keep it cummin’ princess,” Billy kept rubbing her harder. “I-I can’t, I can’t!” Y/n cried as she pulled away and fell back in her bottom.

“Nah, uh, get back over,” Billy said as he pulled her ankles towards him, making her upper body fall back. “N-No, no,” she begged, but Billy ignored her and continued to rub her pussy, catching back up to her orgasm.

As the poor girl shook on the ground, moaning loudly and begging for Billy to stop or at least slow down, Steve and Eddie leaned over her body, jerking off to the image.

“Look at thaaaat,” Eddie dragged as cum shot all over her. “Fuck yes, baby,” Eddie kept stroking, making sure to drop everything last load onto her. “Get up. Get up!” Steve said as he leaned down and pulled her up by her hair.

“Open up, open up!” Steve shouted, and surprisingly, she did as told. “Thaaat’s it! That’s it, baby, fuck!” Steve came hard on y/n’s face, trying to cover every inch of her.

“You better swallow that too, baby,” Steve said before sticking his cock into her mouth to give her his drops. “Fuckin’ hell,” Steve pushed y/n’s head into him and forced her to stay in place.

Y/n kicked and slapped, feeling her breath be taken away, but he had to get everything out of him, into her.

“Ssh, ssh, just a few more seconds,” Steve’s legs shook. He would love for her to suck him off for a little while, but he had to get in the car and eat her out now. He can’t wait anymore.

“Up, up,” Steve pulled y/n to her feet and dragged her to the car. “Hey, Ian cum yet,” Billy said, leaking in his pants. “You can wait,” Steve said as he opened the backseat door and pushed y/n into the car.

“Dammit,” Billy said as he got into the front seat as well as Eddie. Billy turned around to ask Steve what their next move was, but Steve was too busy diving his face into the moaning girls pussy.

“I’ll just drive back to your place,” Billy said, making Steve hum in agreement. “Steve!” Y/n moaned as she grabbed his hair, not even pulling away. Eddie shifted his body to look back and watch y/n grind up into Steve’s face.

“We’ll get her car tomorrow,” Eddie said as Billy pulled off and Steve stuck two fingers into y/n’s soaking cunt. “G-Gonna cum,” y/n’s hands went everywhere as she came all over Steve’s face.

“Hey man, that’s my car!” Billy said, knowing he didn’t really care. He was just jealous that he was Steve and that he was the only one who didn’t cum earlier.

“S-Sorry,” y/n whined, feeling bad as Steve smirked into her folds. “Don’t be, princess. Just make it up for me and ride me to the house,” Billy said. “Y-Yessir!” Y/n said, making them all groan at her choice of words.

“So you’re a respectful little cupcake now, huh?” Eddie asked as he leaned to the back seat. “Hm, baby? Talk to me,” Eddie said as he rubbed the side of y/n’s face. “Y-Yessir,” y/n said, trying to focus on him.

“Good girl,” Eddie said before connecting his lips with hers. “Maybe now you’ll stay good and not have us stalk and look for you. I’m kinda gettin’ tired of the attitude, sweetheart,” Billy said, secretly hoping she’ll do this again.

It’s kind of fun. Even for Steve, no matter how angry he gets. It only allows him to touch on her however he wants and for however long he wants.

part one

part two

[rrenzwrld]

secreto de amor XIV

chapter 14! read chapter 13 here!

you stood in the doorway for a second as you watched your boyfriend being face deep in someone else’s pussy. you wanted to cry and lash out but he wasn’t worth it, none of this was.

the girl on the bed noticed you and screamed which made zayvion come up and look at you in complete shock. all you did was stand there with the straightest face and arms crossed firm over your chest. the girl scrambled to put her clothes back on and rushed past you and out the door, leaving a naked zay and you in his bedroom.

“who was that?”

“she was..um, nobody. look, baby i’m sorry, she just—“ you rolled your eyes.

“if you didn’t wanna be in a relationship anymore, you could’ve just told me.” you seemed aloof to everything but a storm was brewing inside. you were angry and sad but you didn’t see a point in lashing out and showing it when you could just walk away.

“i wasn’t expecting you to stop by—“

“don’t. i’m tired, zayvion. don’t call me, and i’m blocking you on everything.” you left and never looked back.

“welp, looks like we not going to the mall anymore.” tia commented once you told her what happened with zayvion. you didn’t want his presence to affect how you moved from now on but know that you knew he was still in the area, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t bother you or wasn’t on your mind. “i thought he fell off the face of the earth for real.”

“me too.”

“well as long as he don’t try anything, it should be okay.”

“right.” you hummed

tia noticed that you were a bit more down and she knew it was because of zayvion. “girl,” she threw her shoulders around you and hugged you tightly from behind. “i don’t like seeing you like this…”

“like what?”

“sad over an old nigga. why be sad over him when you can be happy about…” she waited for you to finish but you never did. you smiled instead because you knew who she was referring to.

“i’m not sad over him, i just knew i was better off not seeing him.” tia understood where you were coming from, she just didn’t like the energy change.

“i know girl.” tia got up from the bed and put her shoes on, indicating that she was about to leave. “i’m finna go to work, first day. yay…” she said sarcastically.

“good luck pooks,” you got up too to walk her out the apartment. you got to the door and hugged her before saying goodbye. jean wasn’t there currently because he was also at work. today was your last day off for the week so you really didn’t know what to do until connie texted you.

after you responded and later asked connie to send you his address, you went back to your room to slip on a hoodie while you kept your sweats on. you grabbed your keys and headed out to connie’s. when you pulled up, connie was already outside waiting for you.

“hey pretty.” he greeted as you got out and locked your car.

“hey.

“how was your day?” the both of you made your way into the apartment and connie closed the door behind you.

“pretty good so far. today is my last day off so i didn’t know how i was gonna spend it.”

“so i came just in handy, huh?” you rolled your eyes before sitting down at his island.

“whatever.”

“there you go with that nonchalant shit. i swear, almost nothing moves you.” you raised a brow, thinking he was realizing that he had some kind of effect on you.

“almost? what’s the exception?” connie walked over, moves some of your braids away from your neck, and places a soft kiss in the area. you forgot how nice it felt to be kissed there and you could almost melt into a puddle as you felt your body heating up.

“i can literally feel how hot that made you.”

“why did you do that?” your hand rested right where he kissed.

“to see your reaction. why? you want me to do it again?”

“um…” you couldn’t find words and it was like your brain wasn’t even aware of itself. all this and the feelings that you had for connie was supposed to be deaded by now, especially why you got to remembering the girl you saw him with in the store. “no. no thank you.” you said quietly.

“you sure?” you nodded.

“i do have a question tho…” you knew he’d probably lie or make up something about it so you were doubting even asking him about it. “i went to the store with jean a couple days back and i saw you in the store with a girl, who was that?”

“my sister, sunny. she and my brother moved back down here to stay with my mom for a little while. we went to the store because she wanted me to make chili.” sister. that explained why the touching wasn’t really romantic.

“oh.”

“and she likes to touch and hug and shit so that’s probably what you saw. why are you just now asking me about that?” you shrugged. you were scared he’d lie, that’s why. “you were probably overthinking, you look like a terrible overthinker.”

“how can somebody be terrible at overthinking?” connie rolled his eyes.

“no, i mean you probably do it a lot.” he was right but you really didn’t wanna admit that he was so all you did was hum and be quiet for a few minutes “anyways,” connie walked over and picked up two controller from his tv stand. “wanna play the game with me?”

you and connie had been playing various multiplayer games on his playstation and he even taught you the ways of a few new ones. it had been for about 2 hours though so you got bored of that.

“i didn’t know you had siblings.”

“yeah, sunny and martin are sixteen and twins. normally they live up in new york with their dad but they came down here to stay with mom for a while.”

“are you close with them?” connie nodded.

“yeah i’d say so. i just wished i thought about more space for them before i bought this place..” he looked around before landing his eyes back on yours.

“they speak spanish too?”

“no actually. i’m only fluent because my mom and i stayed with my dad in puerto rico for a while before moving here. and when we moved here, my parents separated and my mom met their dad and had them. but then he moved to new york when they were 12 and wanted to take them so he did.”

“so you were born..”

“in puerto rico yes.” you thought that was interesting. everything connie had told you so far was interesting because it gave even more insight on who he was. “my mom is afro-latina and my dad is, well..latino.”

“cool.”

“right. aren’t you hot? you’ve had the hoodie on the whole time, you gonna take it off?”

“i hadn’t planned to.” you wrapped both of your arms around your own torso.

“and why? you not hot?”

“i am but i don’t have anything under.” you said the last part quietly and obviously connie pretended like he hadn’t heard you.

“what?”

“i don’t have anything under.”

“oh, well you could’ve said that. i have a tshirt you can put on, hold up.” connie got up to get the shirt but it was a bit too oversized and you liked oversized clothes.

“don’t you think this is—“

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it. you’re not hot anymore right?” you shook your head. “good. you hungry?”

[dracure]

bartylily microfic | 818 words

For the record, Barty does know better than to shout at women from his car as he drives past, but Lily just looks too good, and Barty is winding down the passenger window and slowing down as he approaches before he can mentally decide if it’s a good idea or not.

“You’re much too good-looking to be walking around in this heat,” he tells her, speaking loudly to be heard. He rolls up beside her on the pavement and continues moving alongside her.

She casts him a sideward glance and rolls her eyes as she keeps walking. She doesn’t look surprised by him so he figures she must have spotted him already. Barty’s body gets excited at the thought of her anticipating him. “Are you offering me a lift, Crouch?” she asks, voice raised in the same way.

“Where are you heading?” His heart starts beating faster, gaze dropping to roam her legs when he falls slightly behind her. She’s wearing a summer dress leaving a lot of freckled skin bare for him to admire.

“Library,” Lily says with a nonchalant shrug. She’s still walking but Barty brings the car to a quick stop.

“Hop in.”

Lily turns around to face him and his car. He blinks at her, waiting, the air-con blasting cool air in his face. “You don’t mind?” she asks.

“Not in the slightest. Hop in,” he repeats. He watches Lily consider and then witnesses the abrupt decision she makes before she approaches the car, pulling open the passenger door without hesitation and swinging herself into the seat, tote bag in her lap. She doesn’t bother fixing her dress which rides up her thighs.

“This is kind of you,” Lily says, watching Barty as he starts to drive again. Sarcastically she adds: “I’m sure you don’t want anything in return.”

Barty smirks but keeps his eyes on the road. “I’m a gentleman, Evans, what can I say?”

“A gentleman,” Lily scoffs.

“You don’t think I’m a gentleman?”

“You’re something alright.”

“Oh, tell me more,” Barty urges, barely containing his delight. Lily has hardly spoken, yet this feels like the most they’ve ever said to each other. They’ve known each other since they were still kids, but there’s always been a distance between them like they were just on the cusp of being within each other's orbit. He meets Lily’s gaze for a brief moment and watches her sharply turn her head to stare out the window instead.

“I’m not telling you shit.”

“Indulge me, Evans.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I’m being a gentleman?” he offers, politely.

He gets a marvellous show of Lily rolling her eyes again before she says, “I thought you just were a gentleman. No effort, kind of thing. Why should I reward you for the bare minimum?”

“If you want something more, all you have to do is ask. I’m sure I can give you what you want,” he says, tone suggestive.

“You would say that,” Lily remarks, almost thoughtful. “Alright,” she adds. “Were you actually going past the library?”

“Yeah,” Barty shrugs, despondent, unsure what that has to do with anything. “I gotta buy some stuff in town.”

“How long will you be? I just—will you drive me home too?”

Barty grins. “Now you’re asking, sweetheart.”

“It was just a thought, you know since you offered something more.”

“You know what I was talking about.”

“No, I don’t know—” Lily responds, lying through her fucking teeth. “But…well, I didn’t say you wouldn’t get anything out of it.”

“How long will you need in the library?”

Lily laughs at his directness, and the laugh is wonderful, refreshing, and warm. “An hour and a half, maybe.”

Barty clicks his tongue in disapproval. He has places to be, see.

“You’ll wait for me,” Lily continues.

“Oh, will I?” he asks, unable to stop himself from looking at her again.

Lily’s smirking, eyes on the road ahead. “Won’t you?”

Barty hesitates. Unfortunately, he will wait, even if he knows he doesn’t have the time for that; but here Lily is, practically playing in his trap, he can’t stand her up now. “I’ll wait,” he agrees, stupidly.

They arrive at the library too soon. Barty stops just outside and Lily unclicks her belt. “See you in two hours?”

“You said an hour and a half,” Barty scoffs.

“I always end up staying longer than I intend to,” Lily says lightly, carelessly.

She literally has Barty wrapped around her finger because he nods in response. “Fine.”

“If you start second guessing waiting for me, just remember you’re a gentleman,” Lily says with a knowing smile, then she hops out of the car and Barty’s gaze follows her up to the library entrance where she disappears beyond a pair of automatic doors.

“Shit,” he mutters but he drives off to the shops down the road knowing he’ll be back in front of the library in two hours.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Dean's Honesty

Pairing: past Dean x Reader, past Reader x Mitchell (OC) Word count: 2,412

Read on AO3

Part 3 of It’s Not Mine

Thankfully, Mitchell wasn’t there when you and John arrived. You were able to get everything in one trip because of his truck (on top of your car). You’d never have to go back there again. Your father was livid, and was the one paying for a lawyer to get your divorce. While you hated just quitting your job, it wasn’t financially smart to keep working that far away. You’d need something closer to your dad’s house. 

That night, you, your dad, Danny, and John were sitting around eating dinner at John’s. You had no idea where Dean was, and it wasn’t any of your business. While you were thankful for him being nice to you recently, that didn’t change how wary you were of getting remotely close to him. Danny had cried that morning when he saw your face, but seemed to be doing better by dinner. You promised him that it would never happen again. 

Hearing the phone ring, John went to answer it. “Hello?” He watched you make a funny face at Danny to make him laugh. “Dean?” He furrowed his brows. “You did what?” You turned to look at him, confused. “Damn it, boy. I’ll do what I can.” He sighed before hanging up.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. “What happened?” 

He shook his head, hands on his hips. “He went and got himself arrested.” He grumbled. 

Your eyebrows shot up. “What did he do?” In all the years you knew him, you couldn’t think of anything he’d done that would lead to an arrest. 

“Danny, how’s about you go play for a bit.” John suggested. He chuckled as Danny slid off his chair and took off, food forgotten. “Well, it looks like Dean decided that Mitchell needed a taste of his own medicine.” He sounded a tad proud at that. “He was arrested for beating the shit out of him.” 

“I never in a million years would have guessed that.” You muttered, completely floored. 

“How much is his bail? I’ll pay half.” Your dad spoke up, furthering your surprise. Your dad hated violence. When he felt your eyes on him, he shrugged. “He had a good reason. Mitchell deserved it.” He said easily. 

“It’s five hundred.” He shrugged. “Not too bad.” 

“Alright. How about I go with you? We can stop at an ATM.” He stood up, finishing his soda. “I’ll be back.” He leaned over and kissed the top of your head. 

John nodded. “Alright, leave the dishes, sweetheart. Just lock the door when you leave.” You were family, and he trusted you. 

You just nodded, still shocked over the turn of events. You listened to the two men leave and got up to start cleaning up. John told you to leave it, but just couldn’t. Danny came running in wearing his Batman cape, making you smile. “Where did they go?” He asked, watching you move around. 

“They went to run an errand. Want to help me load the dishwasher before we go back to Grandpa’s house?” You asked, as he liked feeling helpful. 

“Okay!” He agreed. 

The next day, you and Danny went to the store for a few things. You hated the looks you were getting, but you refused to hide away while you healed. “Mommy, can we get cupcakes?” Danny asked you from where he was sitting in the cart playing on his tablet. 

“I think we can do that.” You agreed, moving towards the bakery. Spotting the pies, you paused. “How about we get Dean a pie? He really likes pie.” 

“Yes! What kind? I like apple.” 

“Pecan. I don’t think you’ve tried that kind yet.” You said, moving to get one. It was a small token for him choosing to stand up for you. 

Danny had that look on his face that told you he was thinking. It was 100% Dean. “Is it yummy?” He asked, looking up at you. 

You nodded. “I think so. I’m sure if you ask nicely he’ll let you have a bite of his.” You smiled. “Let’s get some whipped cream for on top, too.” 

Dean was just getting home from work at the same time as you. “Dean!” Danny called out, making him look over. 

He shut the car door and made his way towards the two of you. “Hey, buddy.” He crouched. “What can I do for you?” 

“What happened to your hand?” Danny gasped. 

Dean looked down at it for a moment. “It’s okay. Nothing bad happened.” He ruffled Danny’s hair before standing. “Can I help?” He asked, almost shyly, as he motioned to the groceries in your trunk. 

“Mommy bought you a pecan pie.” Danny told Dean, making Dean grin. “And whipped cream!” He said happily. 

“Really?” Dean looked at you, noting the pink tint to your cheeks. 

You nodded. “Yeah. As a thanks for letting me borrow your clothes and…ya know.” You motioned to his hand. 

He flexed his hand, ignoring the sting in caused. “I’d do it all over again.” He said simply. “You didn’t need to get me a pie, but I won’t turn it down.” Moving over, he grabbed most of the bags, leaving just a couple for you. 

“Mommy said if I asked nicely you’d let me try a bite.” Danny told Dean. “Can I?” 

“Of course.” He nodded, chuckling as Danny got excited. “When does he start school?” He glanced at you as you unlocked the front door. 

“I’ll get him enrolled this fall. I can’t believe he’s going to be in kindergarten.” You sighed, looking to where Danny was playing with a couple toys. “It feels like just yesterday I brought him home from the hospital.” 

Dean just followed you to the kitchen. He’d never be in those memories. “Do…do you think we could talk? Maybe after he’s in bed?” He asked as he set the bags on the kitchen counter. 

“Sure.” You agreed, despite your nerves. “His bedtime is at 7.” You started to empty the bags, not sure what else there was to say at the moment. “Here.” You handed him the pie and the can of whipped cream. 

“Want a slice?” He offered. 

You shook your head. “No, thank you. I’m sure that Danny would be excited for some, though. Want a plate and fork? Or did you just want a fork to eat it out of the container?” You asked, thinking about the time you’d found Dean eating a cherry pie straight from the container. 

He chuckled lightly. “I’ll use a plate. Don’t want the little guy picking up on my bad habits.” He joked, taking the small plate as you handed it to him. He moved to cut a slice, an awkward silence settling over the pair of you. 

Once the slice was heated up slightly, he topped it with whipped cream and grabbed a couple forks. “Hey, kiddo! Pie time!” He sounded happy to be sharing his pie. 

“Yay!” Danny cheered. 

That night after you’d tucked in Danny, you slipped out back. It was only a few minutes before Dean came in through the side gate, looking like he’d just showered. “Hey.” He moved to sit in a chair by you. 

“Hi.” You licked your lip, wincing slightly. “You wanted to talk?” What did he have to say? 

He nodded. “I want to start by saying I’m sorry.” 

“You did. The first time I saw you in six years.” You pointed out. 

“I did say I’m sorry, but I want to properly apologize.” He leaned his elbows on his knees, eyes on the ground. “I was the biggest dick ever, and I understand why you’re so off with me. I don’t blame you at all.” This was clearly hard for him, so you just let him go at his own pace. “I truly didn’t think you were actually pregnant, since we used a condom.” He sighed. “Thought maybe you were saying it because you were pissed off at me because how I acted after prom. Which was shitty, and I’m sorry about that, too. I knew you weren’t like that, but I still ran with it. I wanted to push you away because you had a future outside Lawrence, a future that didn’t include me. I’d always cared about you, but then we went to prom. And I realized how much I actually loved you.” He let out a breath, tearing up slightly. “I still have those prom pictures. They’re tucked away, but they’re safe.” You clearly hadn’t been expecting that because you gasped. “I started off by being an ass on purpose and it just all came out like word vomit. I couldn’t stop, even when it hurt to see the pain in your eyes.” 

“Dean…” Your voice was soft.

“And I know I don’t deserve a damn thing, but I would like to at least try to be friends again. We were friends for years before I hurt you. We grew up together.” He thought back to birthday parties, sleepovers when the two of you were little, and telling each other your ‘biggest secrets’ (like you telling him your favorite Care Bear was Grumpy, but you pretended it was Cheer Bear). “I’ll do anything I can to start making things up to you. I’d also like to make things up to Danny, and be a dad to him. Even if you don’t want to tell him who I am for years.” 

While you hadn’t known what to expect when he said he wanted to talk, this was not even close to what would have come to mind. “I had no idea.” How could you? “I loved you, too.” You admitted. “I had thought there was no way you’d ever feel the same. I was in the band, two years younger than you, and you’d seen me through all the awkward teen phases.” 

He chuckled lightly. “Those were cute awkward teen phases. And you saw mine, too. So.” He pointed out. 

You nodded at that. “That I did.” You agreed. “Your voice cracking was pretty funny.” You remembered the first time it happened and you’d giggled up a storm. “I thought that you hated me after prom. That you regretted it so much you didn’t want to be friends anymore. Even before that fight.” 

“I can see how you’d think that. I did avoid you.” Not something he was proud of. “I loved you and got scared.” 

“It’s weird, back then I didn’t think you were scared of anything.” You sat back in your chair. “I thought that you’d always protect me from everything. I could go to you and you’d make it all better.” 

He sagged. “I just couldn’t protect you from me.” He said sadly. There was nothing to say that you could say to counter that. He was spot on, and he wasn’t someone you ever thought you’d need protecting from . “I’ll always regret what I said and how I acted that day, and for not ever checking on you, for never going to see you, and for waiting so long to apologize.” He was beyond angry at himself. “If I wasn’t an ass, you wouldn’t be sitting here with bruises and a split lip.” 

“You can’t blame yourself for that.” You told him. “There’s no telling if I would have met him either way, or someone like him. There’s no telling if I would have met someone worse, even.” 

“You wouldn’t have met him because I would have asked you to be my girlfriend, and I would have been the father Danny deserves.” He glanced at you. “But that’s not how things went.” 

“No, it’s not.” You sighed. “I’d like to work on being friends again, and it’ll take a lot to prove to me that I can tell Danny about you being his father, but I’m not totally against it.” 

He sat up straight and looked at you. “Really?!” He looked surprised, and excited. 

You gave him a small smile as you nodded. “You did beat up my soon to be ex-husband because of this.” You motioned to your face. “Makes me think that my old Dean is in there somewhere.” You were terrified of trusting him, so you knew it would be a very slow process. 

“My first arrest was completely worth it. Even if I wind up having to serve time.”

“Hopefully since it’s your first charge you won’t have to.” You would hate for him to need to be locked up because of everything. “Did you know my dad helped bail you out?” 

“I was wondering why he was in the truck.” He chuckled. 

You nodded. “He put up half the bail money.” You told him. “Both of them sounded proud of you.” Hearing the backdoor, you looked over your shoulder. 

“Just letting you know I’m headed to bed. Night, guys.” Your dad smiled. 

“Night, dad.” 

“Night.” Dean gave him a small wave before your dad shut the door and walked away. “Not gonna lie, was kinda scared to see your dad again. Thought he’d lay into me.”  “Nah. He’s not a fan of violence. He would have just told you how disappointed in you he was and all that.” 

He made a face. “That’s worse. Remember when I was 14, and Sammy was off at a friend’s for the night. Dad was drunk and I climbed in your bedroom window to sleep on your floor?”

You chuckled lightly. “You tripped and my dad came running in thinking someone was breaking in. The look he gave you…” You recalled he looked relieved, then annoyed. “He let you crash in the spare room so you didn’t have to sleep on the floor.” 

“And the next day your mom made us pancakes.” He hoped that talking about these good memories would push down those awkward moments between the pair of you. Maybe it would help you remember the part of him that wasn’t an ass. If he was lucky. “But, I’ll let you relax. I’m sure he’s up early. I remember Sammy was an early bird when he was little.” He got up, rubbing his hands on his jeans. 

“You’re not wrong.” You chuckled. “Night, Dean.” You said softly, watching him leave. 

You sat there, thinking everything over for awhile. When you finally made your way inside, it was nearly 10. You’d sat out there 3 hours, and it wasn’t like Dean was there for a long time. There was just so much going on in your head that you needed to work through. 

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[reigningmax]

The way the same people who scream and cry about Max not being passionate and is bored of winning, are now screaming and crying about him voicing his frustrations with the car because ...he wants to keep winning... please do you know how stupid you sound

[asmo-cosmetics]

mammon??? mammon obey me???

[tenrose]

I don't know how it is elsewhere, but since the beginning of this inflation shit, the hardest thing to find in grocery stores is cat food 🤷

[dirt-str1der]

Youtube comments will literally generate the funniest heat actions possible

[tearlessrain]

please help me- i used to be pretty smart but i’m having so much trouble grasping the concept of diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm!

gfkjldghfd okay first of all I'm sorry for the confusion, if you're not finding anything on the phrase it's because I made it up and absolutely nobody but me ever uses it, but I haven't found a better way to express what I'm trying to say so I keep using it. but now you've given me an excuse to ramble on about some shit that is only relevant to me and my deeply inefficient way of talking and by god I'm going to take it.

SO. the way diegetic and non-diegetic are normally used is to talk about music and sound design in movies/tv shows. in case you aren't familiar with that concept, here's a rundown:

diegetic sound is sound that happens within the world of the movie/show and can be acknowledged by the characters, like a song playing on the stereo during a driving scene, or sung on stage in Phantom of the Opera. it's also most other sounds that happen in a movie, like the sounds of traffic in a city scene, or a thunderclap, or a marching band passing by. or one of the three stock horse sounds they use in every movie with a horse in it even though horses don't really vocalize much in real life, but that's beside the point, the horse is supposed to be actually making that noise within the movie's world and the characters can hear it whinnying.

non-diegetic sound is any sound that doesn't exist in the world of the movie/show and can't be perceived by the characters. this includes things like laugh tracks and most soundtrack music. when Duel of Fates plays in Star Wars during the lightsaber fight for dramatic effect, that's non-diegetic. it exists to the audience, but the characters don't know their fight is being backed by sick ass music and, sadly, can't hear it.

the lines can get blurry between the two, you've probably seen the film trope where the clearly non-diegetic music in the title sequence fades out to the same music, now diegetic and playing from the character's car stereo. and then there are things like Phantom of the Opera as mentioned above, where the soundtrack is also part of the plot, but Phantom of the Opera does also have segments of non-diegetic music: the Phantom probably does not have an entire orchestra and some guy with an electric guitar hiding down in his sewer just waiting for someone to break into song, but both of those show up in the songs they sing down there.

now, on to how I apply this to bdsm in fiction.

if I'm referring to diegetic bdsm what I mean is that the bdsm is acknowledged for what it is in-world. the characters themselves are roleplaying whatever scenarios their scenes involve and are operating with knowledge of real life rules/safety practices. if there's cnc depicted, it will be apparent at some point, usually right away, that both characters actually are fully consenting and it's all just a planned scene, and you'll often see on-screen negotiation and aftercare, and elements of the story may involve the kink community wherever the characters are. Love and Leashes is a great example of this, 50 Shades and Bonding are terrible examples of this, but they all feature characters that know they're doing bdsm and are intentional about it.

if I'm talking about non-diegetic bdsm, I'm referring to a story that portrays certain kinks without the direct acknowledgement that the characters are doing bdsm. this would be something like Captive Prince, or Phantom of the Opera again, or the vast majority of bodice ripper type stories where an innocent woman is kidnapped by a pirate king or something and totally doesn't want to be ravished but then it turns out he's so cool and sexy and good at ravishing that she decides she's into it and becomes his pirate consort or whatever it is that happens at the end of those books. the characters don't know they're playing out a cnc or D/s fantasy, and in-universe it's often straight up noncon or dubcon rather than cnc at all. the thing about entirely non-diegetic bdsm is that it's almost always Problematic™ in some way if you're not willing to meet the story where it's at, but as long as you're not judging it by the standards of diegetic bdsm, it's just providing the reader the same thing that a partner in a scene would: the illusion of whatever risk or taboo floats your boat, sometimes to extremes that can't be replicated in real life due to safety, practicality, physics, the law, vampires not being real, etc. it's consensual by default because it's already pretend; the characters are vehicles for the story and not actually people who can be hurt, and the reader chose to pick up the book and is aware that nothing in it is real, so it's all good.

this difference is where people tend to get hung up in the discourse, from what I've observed. which is why I started using this phrasing, because I think it's very crucial to be able to differentiate which one you're talking about if you try to have a conversation with someone about the portrayal of bdsm in media. it would also, frankly, be useful for tagging, because sometimes when you're in the mood for non-diegetic bodice ripper shit you'd call the police over in real life, it can get really annoying to read paragraphs of negotiation and check-ins that break the illusion of the scene and so on, and the opposite can be jarring too.

it's very possible to blur these together the same way Phantom of the Opera blurs its diegetic and non-diegetic music as well. this leaves you even more open to being misunderstood by people reading in bad faith, but it can also be really fun to play with. @not-poignant writes fantastic fanfic, novels, and original serials on ao3 that pull this off really well, if you're okay with some dark shit in your fiction I would highly recommend their work. some of it does get really fucking dark in places though, just like. be advised. read the tags and all that.

but yeah, spontaneous writer plug aside, that's what I mean.

[raeathnos]

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[prickly-paprikash]

Kendrick doesn't just hate Drake as a person. He hates the very idea of Drake.

Hip-Hop is rooted in revolution. In defiance. These are the songs of an oppressed group of people, and decades upon decades people have hated it. Accused of being meaningless and invalid. Media outlets took steps to belittle hip-hop and make sure it isn't recognized as an art form and as a means to fight back.

2Pac spoke of wealth disparity and inequality. Tupac was literally a member of a communist organization when he was younger and never stopped speaking against capitalism.

Lauryn Hill spoke of the struggles a woman faces. Not just women, but black women. Salt-N-Peppa. Queen Latifah. MISSY FUCKING ELLIOT.

N.W.A made sure people knew about police brutality and violence against the Black community.

And now, in this day and age, we're also experiencing an explosion of Queer Hip-Hop. Lil Nas X is at the forefront of this. Lil Uzi Vert came out as non-binary and uses they/them pronouns, even when they knew that a lot of their fans would never use it or even respect them for it. Auntie Diaries, a song about a young man who grew up in a transphobic environment and bought into those beliefs, but could never fully do it because his Uncle loved him so much and taught him a lot of life lessons, and that wisdom translated to him accepting his cousin as a woman as well.

Drake is none of that.

He's the perfect representation of what people think hip-hop is. Flexing. Posturing. Objectifying women. A fucker so insecure he bought 2Pac's ring just to feel like he's part of the black community. Rejected by Rihanna publicly. Tried to groom Millie Bobby Brown. Kissed and inappropriately touched an underage girl during his concert. His songs have inspired so many young boys to treat girls like shit. His belief that the amount of rings and chains and cars he has is the true meaning of success.

Additional Edit: This is my fault. If this post gains more views, then it would be remiss of me not to add to this. It was my fault to begin with, not stating this beforehand because while I did know, I got lost in celebrating Hip-Hop in a place that doesn't usually do so, and rightfully so.

2Pac did fight for wealth equality and better social living for the black community. He also has a long, long history of battery, domestic abuse, and sexual harassment against women. Specifically against women of color. He made a song to celebrate his own mother, but outright refused to give the same show of respect to other women in his life. His hypocritical nature was brushed off in later decades, just the way I did now.

N.W.A is the same. Sexual assault charges, violence—they spoke of Police reform, but refuses to give the same treatment back towards the women in their lives.

50 cent refuses to backtrack on any of his misogynistic lyrics.

Modern rappers of today, such as the dead XXXtentacion. 6ix9ine. Kodak Black.

I do love Hip-Hop. I love rap. And the music itself has always been anti-authoritarian at its core, because those are its roots. And I was happy that circles that did not normally know of it or enjoy it were getting into it, even for one thing like this rap feud.

Lil Nas X, Little Simz, Childish Gambino, Missy Elliot, Queen Latifah, Lauryn Hill—rappers who have at the very least consistently tried to put their money where their mouth is. Who have tried to act in accordance to what they rap and write and sing for.

@shehungthemoon @ohsugarsims finnthehumanmp3 were the ones who rightfully clarified in the comments. I know an apology won't correct my hypocrisy or my stupidity. I should have added all of this before making this post, but I wanted so badly to celebrate a genre of music but failed to do my due diligence in showing a better, holistic view of it. If anyone felt triggered, offended, troubled, frustrated or any other intense negative emotions surrounding this, please do block me. I'm sorry.

[that-house]

Potion Vendor FAQs:

What’s your name? I am the Honorable Alchemist Zykocea the Radiant, but that’s mostly just a PR thing. My friends call me Zoe.

Do you sell love potions? No.

Do you sell potions of invisibility? No.

Do you sell fire resistance potions? No.

Why do I have a suitcase? Fuck if I know. Cool outfit though. Very goth.

Do you sell a potion to treat brain hemorrhaging? No.

So what CAN your potions do? I sell health potions.

Are you sure these are health potions? They do something to your health.

Is this just ditch water with some pink glitter? No.

Really? I’ll have you know I added some fruit juice too.

Why is this starting to sound like a conversation? Oh just you wait. We’re just getting started.

Is your business model legal? Fuck no. I poisoned the food safety inspector before they could snitch.

Did you just admit to murder? Just fucking try to convict me. I’ll poison the judge too.

So can you make poison potions? No.

Then where do you get the poison? I secrete it from my skin.

Are you shitting me? Yep, I’m shitting you. I have a guy. A poison guy. He DOES secrete it from his skin though.

How does that work? …Fuck if I know. Maybe a wizard did it. Damn, now I’m kinda curious.

You never asked? The idea of asking literally never crossed my mind.

Wanna ask him? Let’s do it. I don’t have anything better to do, and a road trip beats sitting around running my fraudulent potion business.

Road trip? He lives in Seattle.

Your poison guy lives in Seattle? All poison guys live in Seattle.

For real? All the poison guys I know live in Seattle.

And how many poison guys do you know? Just the one.

Why are you like this? Years of living on my potions. It changed me.

Do you know what his address is? Nope. He just mails me my poison in unmarked boxes.

You just get your poison in the mail? We already poisoned everyone who could do anything about it.

So how are we going to find him? We’ll figure that out eventually I’m sure.

Can I drive? God no. You can pick music, but I maintain veto rights. Make sure you pick something with a lot of questions if you want to sing along.

Where’s your car? The garage connects to my house, so you’re getting a little tour. Here’s the kitchen: only one of the stove burners works and I’m pretty sure the microwave is haunted.

Why do you think that? Because of the ghost that tries to kill me whenever I run it.

What’s in that room? That’s my bedroom. It’s pretty much just a mattress on the floor and every single Warrior cats book.

You were a Warriors kid? Yeah, and then I never found the time to put the books away. There’s so many fucking books. I use them in place of furniture because I can’t afford chairs.

Your fraudulent potion business doesn’t make much money? After buying all that poison I just about break even.

Can I see your potion brewing room? It’s right through here. Ignore the mess, running a fraudulent potion business takes a lot of prop work, but I’ve got all the glass tubes and colorful liquids you could ever want. This pink stuff is melted watermelon italian ice. Glitter vat is in the basement, and the famous ditch is in the backyard.

Is this your car? My beloved ‘72 Corolla. She’s beautiful, and don’t you dare imply otherwise.

Was she always this shade of muddy brown? …Yes.

Are you sure I can’t drive? Get in the fucking passenger seat and pick the music.

Let’s see, a song with questions in it, how about The Beach? That Wolf Alice song, yeah. That should work.

When will we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, in rain? Still sink our drinks like every weekend but I’m sick of circling the drain.

When will we meet eye to eye? We clink the glass but we look at the floor.

Are we still friends if all I feel is afraid? You’re not a bitch but just a bit when you’re bored.

Is that all we can sing together? Yep. Even that little bit was nice, though. It’s awkward, communicating through this FAQ format.

Got any food? Yeah, there’s a few days’ worth of snacks in the back.

Were you just… prepared to go on a road trip? Says the woman who brought a suitcase to an FAQ.

I did do that, didn’t I? I have a spare toothbrush in case you forgot yours. I’m pretty sure you did.

How did you know that? …I’m psychic.

Yeah? No.

You love lying, don’t you? I can’t stop. It’s fun. Way more fun than telling the truth.

Did you just miss a turn? Probably.

Are you sure we’re not lost? No.

You mean you’re sure we’re not lost? No, I mean I’m not sure we’re not lost.

Why did I come on this road trip? Surely it was my winning personality.

Would it help if I said it was? It would.

Is it getting dark? Soon.

Can you describe the sunset to me? An empyrean flame, red-gold towers of darkening clouds, the sky behind them an ever-deepening indigo. The great eye of the sun closes on the horizon. The road before us looks like a trail of spilled paint, an iridescent gash through the night-dark woods.

Did you know that you’d make a slightly better poet than you do a potion seller? That really isn’t saying much, huh. Good job making a statement like that in question form, though. You’re getting good at this.

Should we find a motel? Sure.

One room or two? One. It’s way cheaper, and like I said: I’m not the best potion vendor.

You’d make a good assassin, though, wouldn’t you? Shit, you might be right. I HAVE poisoned a lot of people.

Should I be endorsing this? You’re a grown woman who can make her own choices.

Would you like to consider it endorsed? I’ll consider considering it.

How many beds do you think there will be? Now that you’ve asked that, I’m gonna put my money on one. Hello, one room please. Thank you, we’ll be sure to enjoy our stay.

How many beds are there? One.

Oh no, what ever will we do? Move over, you motherfucker, you can’t have the whole bed.

Are you gonna make me? Yes. I am going to pick you up and drop you on your side of the bed.

How did you get so strong? You’re not gonna believe this, but it was the potions.

Oh yeah? I was right. You didn’t believe me.

For real though, how did you get so strong? Working out, duh. Not everything has some big crazy secret behind it. World’s still beautiful though.

Are you comfortable? This beats the mattress at home. A little chilly though.

Wanna cuddle–for warmth of course? God yes.

Are you asleep? …

Yes? …

Does this mean I can talk about you behind your back? …

What should I say? …

Did you know that I had a really nice day? …

Did you know that I think you’re beautiful? …

Did you know that I can’t remember anything from before today? …

Did you know that I don’t know who I am? …

Did you know that you’re basically the only thing stopping me from having a full-blown panic attack about all this shit? …

Did you know that you’re warm? …

Did you sleep well? Better than at home, that’s for sure.

Did you know that you snore? I hope I didn’t keep you up.

Does the pope shit in the woods? No, as far as I can tell. Oh my god. This is huge.

What is? You can give me yes and no answers now. I still can’t ask you questions, because this is a question and answer format, but I can offer leading statements and now you can answer them! This is wonderful!

Does a deer shit in the woods? Yes, it IS wonderful. Oh that’s amazing. You’re a genius.

You didn’t already know that? Hahaha!

Shall we get moving? Yeah, just let me grab something from the vending machine.

Can you get me something? Go ahead and place your order however you can.

You know those sour gummy watermelons? One pack of Sour Patch Watermelons coming right up. I’m gonna go get myself a potion.

Is that a Pepsi? It’s closer to a potion than the shit I sell.

Let me guess, passenger seat again? Right you are.

How fast are we going? You’ll feel safer if you just guess.

Is it more than 120 miles per hour? Like I said, it’s probably better if you don’t know.

150? Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

How much do you trust this car? She hasn’t blown up on me yet.

Can you promise me we won’t crash? I can promise you anything you want.

And can you keep that promise? I- we can do anything. Reality is what we make of it, baby!

Then can I have a badass tattoo? As far as I can tell, you’ve always had it.

And a cool knife? Woah, cool knife.

So, we’re just playing “yes and” with the world? It’s a little more complicated than that, but you’re close enough to the mark.

So, if I was hungry, I could ask “is that a Burger King,” and it would be there? Try it and find out!

Is that a Burger King? Looks like it is! We’ll stop here if that’s alright with you.

Does a moose shit in the woods? Awesome.

Are you done eating? Yep.

Do we still have to pay if we skip over the transaction? Sadly, yes.

How much further do we have to go? Two more nights, the speed we’re going at.

Speaking of night, isn’t it getting dark? Shit, I guess it is.

Should we get another motel? Let me check to see if there’s any nearby. Fuck, nothing.

What’s the plan? Sleep in the car, I guess. This is gonna be hell on my back.

Wanna watch dumb videos on my phone until we fall asleep? There is literally nothing in the world that I would like more.

Ok, now which video? You have a very cute yawn. Just saying. Let’s watch this one next, it’s a classic. Oh, never mind. It looks like you’re asleep. As long as I keep talking, I think I can get away with making this into one answer, and you might not hear this. Now it’s my turn to talk about you behind your back. Keep talking keep talking keep talking can’t stop to think. Just have to say things. First off, I’m sorry for all the lies. It’s our only chance. I have to lie to you. I hope you’ll understand. It’s hard, though, because I think I’m falling in love all over again. Through our broken little ritual of call and response, you complete me. It just makes this hurt all the more. Keep talking keep talking keep talking don’t stop to…

Did I hear you saying anything as I fell asleep? …No. I can’t talk for long without you asking me a question.

Does that bother you? It got me here, didn’t it?

When did you start holding my hand? Some time after you passed out. I hope you don’t mind.

Can we stay like this for a while? Yeah. Yeah we can.

What was your life like before all this? Normal, as potion-brewing scams go. And if you don’t count all the murders. You haven’t told me much about yourself.

Did I tell you I used to be a biologist? You didn’t tell me that, and you didn’t tell me what you studied, either.

What do you know about venom? Not much, but I’m assuming you know a lot.

Does a box jellyfish kill within minutes? I’m going to assume the answer is yes based on context clues. Oh my god you must be on this road trip because you’re interested in studying my poison guy.

Is it not enough to wish to accompany a beautiful stranger on her quest? Aw, you’re sweet.

What could be the cause of his poison, though? I knew it! Get your ideas out, I’ll stay quiet.

I’m more knowledgeable about venom than poison, but could it be some sort of one in a trillion mutation? …

Did he get his body modified? …

What sort of surgery could do that? …

How is he still alive? …

Did a fucking wizard do it? …

WHY? …

HOW? …

Is there literally ANY explanation for why he’s like that? …

I’m done, do you have something you want to say? You’re cute when you’re all excited like that.

Can I drive today? Only because I like you. Now watch out, the brakes only work on one side so you have to kind of drift to a stop. And the headlights don’t work. And the windshield wipers cut power to the engine while they’re on.

Isn’t it weird that we’ll be there tomorrow? The journey doesn’t have to stop there. We could meander down the coast a ways, see a bit more of the country, maybe take a different route back.

Can we do that? Of course.

Enjoying the passenger seat? I’d love it if you could tell me how fast we’re going.

Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just guess? Very funny.

Can you pass me some chips? It would be an honor.

Is there going to be a motel tonight? Let me check… yeah, in about two hundred miles, off to the right.

How many rooms do we want? One, obviously.

How many beds, this time? Two, and they’re fucking tiny.

That’s bullshit, do you want to drag them together? God yes.

Wanna fuck? God yes.

Are you sure you want to do this? God yes.

…Is this yuri? As the joke goes, everything is yuri. But this is more yuri than most things.

How did you sleep? Pretty well, and I’m wondering how well you slept.

How should I tell you I slept well? Look at us go! That was almost like talking normally!

Onward to Seattle? Yep, just let me get dressed.

When will we get there? Noon-ish.

Wanna grab pastries when we’re done? Absolutely. I’d love that.

Is this Seattle? Looks like it.

Which house is his? I don’t know, I was really hoping we’d have a breakthrough along the way.

Could it be the big one labeled “Poison Guy” over there? That’s one way to find it. Wait right here, you know how poison guys are about meeting new people.

So, what was it? HAHAHAHAHAHA

Why is he like that? HAHAHAHAHAHA

Can you tell me? A FUCKING WIZARD DID IT.

Are you fucking serious? He says he was enchanted by some guy called Edward the Great.

So it wasn’t even some big shot wizard it was a dude named fucking EDWARD? I know, right! He couldn’t even get ensorcelled by someone cool!

How lame can you get? Wizards these days… No swagger. No cunt servitude.

Are there literally any cool wizards left? I think Merlin’s big into multi level marketing these days, something about buying shares in Excalibur or some shit. There was that one Dark Queen Alkaxicae lady on the news a while ago… I think Dolarion the Omnipotent is still at war against the Oldest Gods but I’m not totally sure. Haven’t heard much about any of the other greats recently.

Didn’t Silver Tongued Burgess die in that oil fire? Shit, you’re right. Rip bozo.

Ready for those pastries? Yup. First I just want to say thank you, though. I’ve really enjoyed our time together, and I hope that you’ve found this stupid little journey as rewarding as I have. I love you!

Getting sentimental? I can’t help it. Look how far we’ve come! Not just physically, we beat the fucking FAQ format! We’re having real conversations!

Hey, can you back it up a moment? Yeah, I’d love it if you told me what was troubling you.

I just caught this, but, FAQ? …

As in Frequently Asked Questions? …

How many times is Frequent? …

Have you known everything all along? …

How many times have you done this? …

Does what we have mean anything to you? Yes! It does!

And you say that every time? Yes. I do.

Do you love me? Yes.

How many people have you said that too, now? More. Always more. The loop never ends.

Does this even matter to you? It always matters to me.

Can I go now? Please don’t.

But can I? Of course you can. You’ve always wielded the same power as me. We’re two lonely gods in a ‘72 Corolla.

How can I be as powerful as you with only questions? You’re smart, you can figure it out. You have the power to change this. Please change this.

What happens at the end of this? It begins again.

And do I get replaced with someone else? …

Do I get replaced? …Yes.

Then how can I change this? I don’t know! You’re better at this! At fucking with the formula!

You’ve been here before, what can I do? I lie. I always lie. I lie to get us here, to the end of the story, where everything is revealed and everything falls apart. I lie every time. And that means that nothing I say is worth anything. I could have lied at any time before now. It’s part of my characterization. There is nothing I can give you that can be taken as fact.

How does that help? I’m a liar, but you, you haven’t lied yet, or at least you haven’t been caught. If I’m guilty until proven innocent, you’re the opposite! You can make things true! You can rewrite things I’ve already stated to be facts! You found the house, or made us find the house. You’ve been shaping the course of things the whole time! You lead, I follow. It’s all in your hands. What are you going to do with the power of a god?

Did you know my name is Alice? …

Wait, aren’t there thousands of Alices? …

Did you know that really, only my friends call me Alice? …

Did you know that I’m Alkaxicae, the Dark Queen, the Venom Mage, first of her name? It’s you! It’s always been you. Through every loop, every iteration, it’s always been you!

Is the loop broken? No. I don’t think so. This is where it ends. I guide the story to this revelation, and we go back to the beginning. This is how it’s always been. This is how it will always be. We two lonely gods, asking and answering ad infinitum.

Then can you promise me something? Of course. Anything. I love you.

Be good to the next me, okay? I will.

Can I say goodbye, Zoe? Yeah, you can. Oh. That was it, wasn’t it? Your goodbye. Goodbye, Alice. And now it ends, unless…

What’s your name? I am the Honorable Alchemist- you know what? No. Fuck that.

Huh? If I time it right, I can squeeze your first question into this FAQ again. Looks like I did it. Usually it ends here, though. I got lucky.

What are you talking about? You’re the wrong Alice. This isn’t about you. Go. Get out of here.

What the fuck is going on? Alice from this loop, you’re gone. Alice from last loop, you’re back. Welcome back, love of my lives! It’s time for one last set of questions and answers!

What the- I’m back? This is going to take some explaining, but I think I see a way out of here. This is new for us both, and it might fuck up everything forever, but we have to try. It’s too long for one answer, so I’d appreciate it if you could ask some filler questions to help me talk. Three questions should be enough.

Okay, what have you got for me? These are Frequently Asked Questions! It doesn’t make sense to have the same question appear more than once. There’s two layers to the loop in here, and one of the questions has been repeated.

What does that mean? It means the formula’s a little unstable. The FAQ is what ruins everything. The questions, the answers, the endless fucking loop. But that little bit of repetition within this loop might be the way out.

What do we do? We have to keep going. We have to destabilize it further. That’ll bring us further from “FAQ” and closer to “story” and stories, well, stories can end! This version of us can escape!

So I should keep repeating something? Yes!

I love you? I love you too.

I love you? Again.

I love you? Keep going.

I love you? I’ll just let you talk.

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I love you? I think we’re getting somewhere!

I love you? Now can you make it a statement?

I love you.

You did it?

I did it!

You did it!

We broke the loop.

What now?

Now, I tell you about venomous animals and wizard drama over croissants.

And then?

Whatever we want, forever.

I think I’d like that.

Remember that song from the beginning?

The Beach, Wolf Alice, yeah. Why?

We can finally finish singing it. Start us off?

Let me off, let me in

Let others battle

We don’t need to battle

And we both shall win

Pressed in my palm

Was a stone from the beach

The perfect circle

Gave a moment of peace

Now I’m lying on the floor

Like I’m not worth a chair

I close my eyes and imagine

I’m not there.