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godisshook · 11 months

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Pledge Week

Frat parties weren't usually your scene, but after a brother had invited you, and your friends encouraged you, you eventually decided to go. The party was standard at first, and you played beer pong for what seemed like an eternity, just to pass the time. You would make it down to the dance floor, where it seemed everyone congregated as the DJ was playing Miley Cyrus. As you were dancing alone on the floor, you notice from the corner of your eye, a group of frat bros looking and pointing at you. Once you met their gaze, they started to approach you. Even though the party didn't have a theme, it was pledge week, and you identified the three new ones by the nicknames on their chests.

The pledges had walked up to you, "Are you supposed to be here?" You nodded and said you had been invited, to which they asked which brother invited you. Never having got his name, you scrambled to look for him, but he was nowhere to be found. You replied, "I don't know where he is, but I wouldn't be here if I wasn't invited."

They didn't seem to like your answer. One of the pledges said, "You expect us to believe you when you can't even find the guy who invited you?" You got nervous as it seemed they were angry at you. You noticed the drinks in their hands, and not wanting something bad to happen, you blurted, "Feel free to kick me out, I just don't wanna cause any problems." They all looked at each other, and one replied, "Follow us." They led you upstairs, past the game room, and into another set of stairs. You realized they were taking you to one of the rooms upstairs. As they led you into a side room, one of the brothers locked the door behind him. You asked, "If you guys wanted me out, why am I in a random bedroom?" one of the pledges responds, "We gotta investigate you, it's standard," Suddenly, one of them started kissing you. You were confused, but went along with it, hoping you would just be able to go.

They had different plans for you. The "investigation" soon resulted in each of them pulling down their pants, cocks throbbing as they looked down on you. As you gazed up at them, you understood what they wanted from you, and so you pulled down their underwear and began sucking.

Never in your life had you seen dicks as big as theirs, and you wondered how much longer you could go. "FUckKKkk" one of the pledges would grunt, as he grabbed your head, and began face-fucking you. He thrust his cock into you, causing you to choke on it as it hit the back of your throat. As he was fucking your throat, the pledges as a whole started hollering, clearly happy with themselves that they have you in this position. The first would try to comfort you by giving you "breaks" which in all actuality was him pulling you from his cock to his lips, catching you breathless as he kissed you, and then placing your lips right back on his dick to resume.

"You suck it like a champ," he said, chuckling. The other two started smacking your ass and put their massive cocks in their hands and began jerking off. They looked at you hungrily, as the second put two fingers in you, and started pressing into you. "His ass can barely handle two fingers!" He exclaimed. He continued inside of you but started to grow impatient as the first was still using your face as his personal fleshtoy.

"Lemme have my fun with him," the second one said. The first replied, "He has two holes for a reason, right?" The second got the hint and got on the other side of you. A mix of horror and desire pulsed through you as you imagined getting fucked on both sides. As you tilted your head to look, the first would take both hands around your head and start thrusting again, pulling your attention away. He said smugly, "Focus on me, he's nothing." The second one replied, "Oh, is that right?" As if you were the target of his anger, he began pounding into you, his cock stretching you out. You could only let out stifled moans as the first still had his cock in your throat. It was a feeling unlike any other, but you only found yourself wanting more of it.

They were admiring themselves and what seemed to be their great work, as you felt the pressure build inside you from their joint effort. You started to push against the second one's cock, moving your ass back and forth. "Now he's getting it!" He said, grabbing your ass to aid you. The combined pleasure was too much for you, and you came on the bed. "I guess we're just that good," the second said to the first. He replied, "We can definitely say we're learning about teamwork." They laughed and continued on, sending waves of pleasure through you as they kept going.

Y’all are fucking hogging him, the third pledge said, who had still been jacking off as the other two were hitting you on both sides. You couldn't even process what was going on, as the first brother pushed your head against his hairy crotch, as he started to cum. He kept thrusting as cum filled your mouth, and you swallowed. "Kinky," the third pledge said, now taking the place that was left by the first. He started right back up, pushing your throat against his hard cock. The first was jacking off his still-hard cock and had come again on your back. In between thrusts, the second said, "This is the best pledge week gift I could've asked for!" He had been pounding into you until you were numb, but as hot cum filled you, you began to connect the dots. Just as that happened, the third pledge tilted his head back, overcome with pleasure. Before you knew it, cum had once again filled your mouth. The three had ravaged you and got off the bed to admire their work. "I bet $20 he'll never forget how my cock was inside him," the second pledge said. The third exclaimed, "He still has my cum in his mouth!" The first pledge shook his head and then said, "Either way, he's gonna keep coming back, isn't that right, cumdump?" You were still recovering from them, but you nodded. "Good, good," they all agreed.

After that, you were a permanent guest at their frat, and whenever they told you to go upstairs, you knew exactly what was in store. You had become the pledge's personal cumdump, but at least you would have an unforgettable time.

#frat bro #college guys #muscle #jock #alpha men #frat boy #college jock #jock bro

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sonicslushie · 11 months

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When the Devil's Calling Pt. 1~P.P.

Summary: Y/n Stark is something of a nightcrawler, what happens when her antics become a little too much?

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

A/N: we’re gonna say the reader and peter are both over the age of 18 in this for my sanity’s sake. slooooooow burn on this one and lots of angst, that’s just how Miley makes me feel lol. Based off of some songs off of Miley’s Plastic Hearts album.

part 2 is out now, also here’s a playlist to listen to as u read

TW: drinking and drug abuse, what reads like a suicide attempt but i promise it’s not (you'll see), peter doesn’t show up until the very end, probably some grammar mistakes

Word Count: 2.8k

“Did you hear about that Tony Stark’s kid? She was caught hooking up in a bathroom at some bar again. I swear she’s turning out just like her father.”

“Junior Stark; arrested for public intoxication… What is this? The 4th or 5th time?”

“I saw Y/n Stark down at the bar off 31st, and you will never guess what she was doing! Bumped a line then took a shot off of a stranger. I didn’t think the rumors were true.”

“Stark’s kid is in the news again, knocked a guy out with one punch over a seat at the bar, she never fails to amaze, huh?”

Rumors. That’s what it started with. Rumors that Tony Stark’s daughter was out almost every night of the week drinking or doing drugs, hooking up with strangers. Or at least, your father thought they were rumors, until he started seeing you headline the news or on the cover of scandal magazines looking like you weren’t even aware of your surroundings. Of course, you knew the so-called “rumors” were true. Honestly, the tabloids didn’t even know half of the truth. But to be frank- you didn’t care.

You didn’t care that the media had this bad perception of you, if anything it aided you. To be one of the most well known billionaire and superhero’s daughters wasn’t exactly what you expected it to be. Everything you did from the time the world accidentally found out about you was scrutinized, giving your father all the credit for your accomplishments. If everything they were going to say was going to be bad, why not give them something to truly write about.

That’s exactly what you did.

It started around the age of 17, it was easy to come by a fake I.D. and a few extra dollars to slip any bouncer who might have known who you were. They say money doesn’t buy happiness, but it sure as hell buys booze and silence. The first time you went out was actually because your friends wanted to see this local band at a bar not too far from your place, so why the hell not? The music was what kept you going out, it thrummed through your veins, as did the alcohol, which might have had a positive effect for the mediocre band. Bodies moved together, nobody seemed to care who you were, or better yet, who your father was. Everyone was there for two reasons; to get drunk and dance. You lived for it.

The feeling of drunken freedom took hold of you, filled every part of you that seemed to be lacking. No thoughts of living up to Tony Stark’s image, no thoughts of your late mother, nothing of the responsibilities you held in your everyday life. In those bars you were just you under a fake name, living through the music and kissing strangers and free to just exist.

It was fun, so you kept doing it. Once every weekend turned into entire weekends, turned into every other day of the week, turned into every night. Sometimes you wouldn’t come home for days on in, night crawling turned into going home with a different stranger every night. You fed the media lies until they weren’t lies anymore. It was just the sorry truth that turned into your life.

But the truth that was way deep down inside never surfaced when you were fucked up. So you kept doing it.

That is, until one day your dad held an “intervention”. Really it was just him locking you in a room with him and scolding you for being so reckless. Lasted for hours. He even called Steve to lecture you- which if you’ve ever had a Steve lecture you know it’s the worst possible thing in the world. Every bit of old wise man slang was used, and had you not been high out of your mind, you probably would have crawled your own eardrums out just to stop the ridiculous mix of your dad and Steve scolding you about the only thing that made you feel better.

Did it stop you though?

Nope.

Today was no different, you got ready in your nicest going out clothes, hair all done up and makeup on, even had a throwback playlist playing as you got ready. (Katy Perry and Taylor Swift are the best hype women out there.) Everything was normal, a few shots to pregame, then you were ready to see the night.

That is, until you hit the first bar, one right around the corner from the Stark Tower, a locally owned gay bar that was one of your favorites. Now that you were 21, you didn’t even need your fake and most of the bouncers knew you from the various times they’ve seen you there. But this time, they didn’t let you in.

“You’re banned,” one of your favorite bouncers, Jimmy, said to you as you were about to walk past him. You stopped dead in your tracks, they were playing one of your favorite songs and all you wanted to do was get a tequila sunrise and dance.

“Huh?” Was all you could get out before another bounce- Brody- stepped in your way.

“You’ve been banned. Sorry girl, but it’s from the higher ups.” Jimmy says, looking guilty. No this wasn’t going to stop you from having a good night, and honestly it’s not like it hasn’t happened to you before. If we’re going to be completely honest, you blacked out last time you were here, and when that happens it’s safe to say they probably had a good reason to ban you.

So you sighed and walked away, no need to make a scene at the best bar in New York.

You decided to go a little further, a few blocks away was another good bar. Not your fav, but it’ll definitely get the job done. You wait in line, and finally when it’s your turn to go in, you get stopped again.

“Sorry ma’am, you’ve been banned.” The bouncer says, not even looking guilty this time.

“I’m sorry, what?” You ask, this time your blood started to boil as the shots you took before you left started hitting.

“You heard me.” He said, then started talking to the girls behind you, who recognized you and were starting to talk. Fucking great.

But you tried to keep your cool as you ordered an Uber, this time you were going to go to Manhattan. You haven’t been there in a few months, there’s no way you’d be banned from any of those bars, right?

Wrong.

Bar after bar rejected you, and after the 11th one, you lost your cool.

“You’re banned, get lost.” The bouncer said to you, the rudest out of all the ones you had spoken to that night. And after 11 attempts, you were beyond pissed. The mix of the shots starting to wear off, the bouncer telling you to get lost, and the music you aren’t able to dance to playing in the background just got to you. Before you could even process it, you punch the bouncer. Then you swipe his legs out from under him (a move Natasha taught you), then you kicked the man while he was down, shouting something about how you “just want to dance” and “you can’t do this to me” and “someone’s going to get their asshole ripped out of them and stuffed into their piehole”.

In your rageful fit, the police were called and there in a split second, pulling you away from the bouncer who just got all of your wrath, and you were hauled away.

Only you weren’t taken to jail, like many times before. You were dropped off at the Stark Tower, your father waiting on you right outside the doors.

Oh. Oh.

He had done this. He had gotten you banned from all the bars within a 30 minute drive, probably in all of New York. As the police unhandcuffed you and told you to thank your dad for not being taken to jail, all you saw was red. Completely sober you was not a nice you, and that’s where you were at now. And all of your anger was pointed at one person; your father.

Once the police left, you stomped up to your father, “How dare you-”

“We’ve already talked about this. Get inside.” He says, absolutely no emotion in his voice. Tony Stark was not an easy person to piss off, especially hard for his daughter to piss him off, but he was done. He had enough of you embarrassing him in the media, you were all his colleagues talked about while he was around. All you were doing was ruining your life when you had every opportunity to be successful and looked up to. This is what it had come to.

“You’re not even going to listen to what I have to say?” You ask, following him inside the lobby. He shakes his head, “Honestly I don’t care what you have to say, Y/n. You’ve done enough. Tomorrow, you’re going to work with me and get your life together. This conversation is done.”

“No it’s not- Tony!” You try to follow him onto the elevator but he closes it on you, saying something to FRIDAY about a meeting he has to attend and to not let you leave this building. You stand there, dumbfounded. He had never treated you like this, and all you could feel was rage. Somewhere deep down, sadness started to bubble up but you pushed it down. You had liquor in your room, that would do for the night. Maybe some kicking and punching a dummy in the training room would help too.

You waited on the elevator, and finally it came back to take you up to your room. On the way up you try to plan your revenge but the only thing you could think of was the disappointment in your dad’s face when he saw you step out of the police car. Sure he had looked at you like that before, but never with so much sadness behind his eyes. You’ve never really seen sadness like that in your dad since your mom died, and it really just hurt. That sadness being because of you was never your intention, it hit a little too close to home.

You stepped off the elevator, shaking the tears away from your eyes. Alcohol, that was the plan. You just needed to find your stash under your bed compartment and-

It was gone. It was all gone.

At first you just stood there, once again dumbfounded. How many times in one night was this going to happen, I mean seriously? Of course he thought of everything he’s your dad, he knows you almost as well as you know yourself. And while you called it your “secret stash” it wasn’t so secret. For the daughter of a genius, hiding it under your bed compartment was not the best move.

Before you could even move for the door, FRIDAY says over the intercom, “Mr. Stark has asked me to keep you in the Tower and away from any substance that will take away your sobriety. I have locked your door, it will unlock at 7 am. Have a goodnight, Ms. Stark.”

“‘Have a goodnight, Ms. Stark,’” you mock the AI, spinning around and falling onto your bed.

“I heard that and I did not appreciate it,” FRIDAY says, you grab a pillow and scream into it. First your dad, now FRIDAY is disappointed in you. This was going to be the worst night of your life.

You leave the pillow on your face, but throw your arms down like an angry toddler. The immediate escalation of your thoughts surprised you, the fact that FRIDAY seemed mad at you- if an AI can even get mad at a human- was a tipping point. You were used to everyone else being upset with you, but FRIDAY? She was always in your corner. It hurt that everyone in your life seemed to be disappointed in you, always had been in fact.

You moved the pillow, needing air as tears threatened to fall. Nobody cared to ask why you went out every night and got fucked up. Nobody cared to ask why you never attended “family” dinners, never made any attempt to be friendly with your dad’s friends and teammates, anything. If they cared enough to want you to stop, why didn’t they ask you how you felt?

The fact of the matter was, you were never the same after your mother died. Your father was happier when she was alive, more attentive with you, made time. After, he fell into his work, leaving you- an 8 year old- to mourn your mother by yourself. He had Happy spend a lot of time with you, and you loved Happy, but he wasn’t your father. Your dad was the only one who truly knew how you felt, felt all the pain that you did, but he did nothing to help you. There would be days you wouldn’t see him, and little 8 year old you didn’t know how to get over the death of your mother. You ended up bottling it up because that’s what it looked like Tony was doing. It became hard to even talk about your mother, so you decided to pretend like it didn’t happen. It was like a flick of a switch, one day you were crying all day long, the next you were quiet, more reserved than you had ever been. You stayed like that until that fateful day you went to the bar with your friends.

But it didn’t matter now.

Everything that made you feel better was gone, everything made you forget and just live in the moment- done. Honestly it was worse than jail, you were locked in your own head with no way out. Everything just felt numb.

You were moving towards your balcony without thinking, a tablet in your hands to turn off the cameras and FRIDAY’s access to your room. You stood on your balcony, looking at the city that laid in front of you. The lights were so pretty, the skyline dark and blissful. You wanted that bliss.

Lord only knows how long you stood out there before you climbed up on the edge of your balcony, unrelenting tears streaming down your face. You stood, trying to keep your balance. Feeling the slight breeze on your body was nice until-

You slip, a scream escaping your lips.

Dear god, this was it, you were going to die. You didn’t actually plan on jumping off of the edge, you just wanted to feel something that wasn’t sadness or anger. A rush of something that might take your sober mind off of all the heartache.

You screamed and screamed, you lived on one of the highest floors and in your terror the fall felt like forever. Of course even your death was going to take a long time, just your luck.

Your screaming was cut off but something running into you, or rather catching you. Your eyes had squeezed shut, bracing for the impact of the hard concrete. You forced your eyes open as you felt your body going up, in the arms of someone.

You were met with a masked man who you’ve seen in the media- Spiderman. He looked down at you, not saying a word as he swung you to a nearby roof.

He lands, still holding you as if afraid that if he let go, you would go flying off this roof too. After a breathless second you say, “Thank you.”

“I- you’re welcome, Y/n.” He says, saying your name like it was something sweet on his tongue. Of course he knew who you were, you were all over the media and your father employed him. You were just glad he didn’t say your name how everyone else said it, with disappointment or anger.

He put you down gently, still holding onto as you wobble and shake from the anxiety of almost falling to your death.

“Look, I know what it looked like, but I promise I wasn’t trying to… You know.” You say quietly, looking down at his gloved hands still holding your arms gently. It wasn’t something you were used to; gentle. The strangers you took home were always so aggressive and full of lust, but you didn’t get that feeling from the masked hero. He did it out of the goodness of his heart. He was kind.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself. I’m just glad you're okay.” He says, his thumb rubbing your arm in a comforting manner. When was the last time you’ve been held like this? God it must have been years ago. It was a foreign feeling, but somewhat nice.

“Well, thank you again…” You say, silently asking for his name. You know that he has a secret identity, but seeing as your father employs the guy, you figure it’s only a matter of time before you find out anyway.

He takes his mask off to reveal a dude around your age, eyes locking with yours.

“Peter. Peter Parker. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Part 2

#peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x y/n #spiderman x stark!reader #spiderman x reader #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman x you #spiderman fanfic #peter parker fanfic

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thebohology · 1 year

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miley cyrus locked out of her hotel room with a plaque “will fuck for a key” while Hannah Montana forever was on air

#bohology #miley cyrus #celebrities

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davidtennantedits · 11 months

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DAVID TENNANT, MILEY LOCKE as Simon Yates & Rosie Yates THERE SHE GOES - Special Episode (2023)

#there she goes #tvedit #david tennant #dtedit #ours #gifs #by tom

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eclecticqueennerd · 9 months

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Confessions

Part 4

*language, drug use, mild violence, angst*

After finding Soldier Boy roaming around a neighborhood in New York, you and Hughie stashed him away in some janky motel to which Hughie promptly texted Butcher to tell him the address. Soldier Boy sat on the creaky bed across the room, head in his hands while you and Hughie watched from a distance.

“Can you believe that bitch sold me out to the Russians? Man, I thought she loved me.”

“It never fails that our loved ones find some way to disappoint us.” You lament. Hughie looks at you and shook his head, almost pleading with you not to speak further. Soldier Boy looks up and meets your eyes.

“I thought that they were my friends. But in the end, they fucking hated me. They weren’t even paid!” You noticed a light glowing coming from under his shirt, similar to the glow you first saw back in Russia when Kimiko was attacked. Hughie shifted closer to the door but you slowly approached Soldier Boy and knelt in front of him. You placed a hand on the top of his,

“I’m so sorry. It seems that some people don’t understand the concept of loyalty nowadays. Your pain, I get it.” The two of you stayed there for a few minutes, eyes locked. God you seriously hoped this calms him down otherwise you’re all fucked. The glowing dissipated and Soldier Boy looked to the ground, taking a deep breath and gave a curt nod.

You backed up and sat at the table next to the bed. He wants validation, if it means we don’t fucking die, I can give him that. Silence fell upon the room and then,

“Your friend is taking forever; can I get a burger and some reefer while we wait? I’m fucking starving.” Hughie looked at you expectantly, you sighed. Soldier Boy caught the transaction.

“No not her, she stays. You go get it twig.”

“But-“

“It’s okay. I’ll get it. Imma use the bathroom real quick.” You hear pounding on the motel door as you step out of the bathroom. This made both you and Solider Boy jump. Hughie looked through the peep hole and opened the door.

“Ugh, God dude you stink. You need a shower.”

“Nice to see ya too ya prick.”

“What were you even doing last night? Drinking the whole bar?”

“Maeve dropped by with some more Temp-V, we started drinkin’ and one thing led to another…” Butcher turned around and saw you standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Aww fuck, he thought.

It was like someone punched you through the chest and ripped out your still beating heart. Butcher will work with a supe, he will be a supe, he’ll even fuck a supe, but he’ll never love one. You walked past the three men towards the door to leave.

“Make sure you get extra bacon!” Soldier Boy calls out.

Good goddamn that line in the lobby for burgers was too long. You do your best not to lose your temper with the workers, they’re being paid shit wages, working for a shit company just to get by in this shit world. You succeed in your efforts and even go so far as to lash out some of your anger towards a Karen waiting for extra ketchup packets busy berating some poor bright-eyed teenager. You turned the corner and then your phone notification goes off,

-He wants bennies too- Yeah, fuck you, Butcher you thought as you opened the gated door, punched in a string of numbers into the keypad and descend the stairs to the dealer Butcher recommended. How convenient that your two destinations were close by to each other.

“You must be y/n, about time! Butcher said you’d be here 30 minutes ago.”

“Hey sorry I’m late, I had to pick something up before this and it took a while.”

“I don’t care, you got the money?”

“Yeah, and I need bennies too.”

“I need bennies too.” The dealer said in a mocking tone. You let the attitude pass and toss the dealer a pile of bills, he counts it and then pockets the cash.

“You’re short.”

“The hell I’m fucking not. Count it again.”

“You think I’m fucking dumb and don’t know how to count? You’re short.”

“Come on, you really think I’m gonna stiff ya?”

“You know and work with Butcher, but I don’t know ya and I don’t trust ya.”

“Yeah well, I aint Butcher, you can trust me. It’s all there.” The dealer approached you quickly and withdrew a pocketknife and held it to your throat.

“You better not fuck with me. Now give me the rest of my money bitch.” With all the events happening lately, you couldn’t contain your rage and snapped. You pushed the dealer far enough away to give the dealer a backhanded slap and a loud crack echoed through the den. The dealer fell to the floor, limp. Realizing what you just did, you knelt and checked for a pulse. Fuck, I just killed the bastard. You took the cash from his pocket and grabbed the pot and bennies and left the hideout.

Walking into the motel room, you set your key onto the nightstand and set the food items down on the dining table. Soldier Boy got up from the bed and made his way to the table and started eating his fries. You took the open chair across from him and rubbed at your temples.

“Fuckin took ya long enough. Almost had to send out a damn search party to go find ya.” Butcher exclaimed, throwing his magazine to the side as he approached the table.

“I don’t see why you care.” Butcher’s eyes go dark.

“I believe it or not I care that you get taken, again. I just don’t want you gettin all fucked up and spillin the beans about what me and the boys are up to.”

“You know what Butcher?” you rose from your seat and got in his face. Butcher had a slight look of surprise in his eyes, but it went as quickly as it came.

“If you two are gonna bitch and moan, do it outside and let me enjoy my burger in peace.” Butcher and you stared at each other, neither of you budging from your spot. Your blood was on fire with rage. You’re fucking tired of being treated like shit from Butcher and goddamnit if he wanted to fight, fight you will. Soldier Boy, mouth full of burger said,

“You, Queen Elizabeth, get the fuck out and take the twig with you.” Butcher’s mouth curled up into a smug grin.

“Come on Hughie, we got shit we gotta do.”

You sat back on the chair hard while holding your face in your hands after the motel room door slammed shut. God he’s so infuriating! You wanna yell at Butcher, you wanna fight him, you wanna throw shit, you wanna cry out all your frustrations. But you can’t. Soldier Boy doesn’t need a first-class ticket to your inner turmoil and he’s unstable enough without the addition to all your bullshit.

“Lover’s quarrel?”

“We’re not lovers.”

“Coulda fuckin fooled me.” Soldier Boy spilled the bennies on the table and took his knife out. Using the butt end of the knife he crushed the pills into a powder and snorted them.

“What’s his problem?” You look at him while he wipes the leftover dust on his nose.

“What isn’t Butchers problem?” you retorted.

“What’s his problem with you?”

“That I’m a supe.” Soldier Boy was expecting you to elaborate but you didn’t, that’s the gist of it.

“That’s it?”

“Yeah.”

“What a fuckin pussy.” You giggled but then it morphed into full blown gut busting laughter. You’ve never heard anyone call Butcher a pussy, they were all too scared of what he’s do to them and lately yeah, Butcher has been acting like a pussy. You missed his smirk and glint in Solder Boys eyes while he watched you laugh. By the time you’ve settled down, tears were streaming down your face.

“Ugh, sorry.” You said, looking around trying to find something to wipe them off with. Soldier Boy reached into his bag and produced a napkin for you.

“Don’t be. He must’ve put you through some shit.”

“Yes, he has.”

“You should get back at him.” You gave Soldier Boy a puzzled look. “And by get back at him I mean show him he has no power over you. Best way to get under a guy’s skin, is show him you don’t fuckin need him.”

Soldier Boys right. You don’t need Butcher, he needs you. You’re the one that holds the group together, you’re the one that patches everyone up after a fight, you’re the one that comes up with creative ways of getting a job done.

“By the way, nothing’s wrong with you for being a supe. A real man would stand by his girl no matter what.” Butterflies began in your stomach, you glance down at the table.

“Unless that girl pawns him off to the Russians.” Your eyes went wide, and Soldier Boy let out a gut bursting laugh. You cracked a smile and chuckled slightly.

“Thanks for the pep talk Solider Boy.”

“Not Solider Boy. Call me Ben.”

#billy butcher #frenchie #mothers milk #the boys #soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #kimiko the boys #karl urban #billy butcher x reader #the boys amazon #jensen ackles #angst #Spotify

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sungbeam · 1 year

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𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐮

jacob bae x gn!reader

1.8k words, est. relationship au, low-key idol au?, long distance relationship, kissing/intimacy (cuddling, holding hands, the works), fluff, angst, me missing home, jacob bae brainrot is a disease and i've been thoroughly infected, i can't believe i didn't curse—

a/n: if u couldn't tell, this is inspired by jacob's latest instagram post :') for vibes, listen to malibu (miley cyrus), golden thing (cody simpson), and 17 (julia michaels)

When the soft stream of morning light hit Jacob Bae's eyes, they fluttered open, squinting and crinkling to adjust to the natural alarm clock waking him up. There was something so beautiful about early morning sunlight, the way its pale, buttery glow filtered through the window and seemed to shimmer against the dust particles in the air.

He sighed through his nose, arm tightening around your waist as he buried his face into your shoulder to hide himself from the waking world.

You barely stirred, but you had been awake for a while, lying still in an effort to give him the rest he deserved. Your phone was across the room on a table charging next to his; again, hiding from the world. "Cobie," you whispered, voice barely audible.

He had heard you loud and clear, though, only replying with a whimper of opposition. "Mm-mm," he refused, head shaking against you. "Darling, don't wanna," he replied lowly, his mouth moving right by your ear.

Your body was content to stay with him. Well, your whole being was content on staying with him, but the point of this trip was so you and him could frolic around California on his week off. Today you would be in Malibu, but the next day, you would probably end up somewhere in the Bay area or maybe even across the state in Tahoe. Time was of the essence, but…

It would have been nice to simply lay here in bed together, to waste the day away. Every day, it felt like the two of you had to fill it with something productive or else it felt like you'd wasted it. With so little time to see each other or spend time together usually, this was your chance to finally have each other to yourselves.

Your arm dove beneath the warm covers to find his hand locked around your stomach. "Come on, hon, there's a really good donut place nearby," you coaxed.

A beat. "Do they have cereal flavored ones?" For a moment, you thought he sounded almost childlike, and you smiled.

"The best," you promised.

As if you'd said the magic words to wake his body up, Jacob released a small groan like a set of creaking hinges on a door frame. He lifted himself up onto his elbow and hovered over you, nose nuzzling against your cheek as his lips grazed your own. "Good morning," he said, a whisper threaded with lingering drowsiness.

You smiled against his mouth, hand reaching up to cup his face gently in one hand. "Good morning."

One fruity pebbles donut and an iced americano later, you and Jacob found yourselves on the sandy shoreline of Point Dume, beneath the looming cliff sides painted in lush green and sandstone. The highest point of the cliffs speared high above your heads as if reaching up to touch the overcast skies themselves.

The both of you had slipped your sandals off at the precipice of sand and boardwalk earlier, opting to hold your shoes and feel the grains of sand between your toes. Jacob grabbed your hand, fingers curling with yours, entwined hands swinging between your bodies.

Seagulls screeched to the symphony of gently rolling waves. Jacob's gaze was turned toward the infinite horizon. "I always feel like the coast is so gray," he said to you, like a question.

Your eyes stared ahead, mentally trying to recall the walk from here to Paradise Cove. "Yeah, you'd think it'd be more sunny, huh?" You mused. "It's really overcast by the coast, most of the time, unless it's like deep summer. But it should clear up by the afternoon."

"It's kind of nice." It was then that he tipped his head back, his dark brown bangs sliding slightly out of his eyes and the hood of his navy jacket falling backward. A smile widened on his face. "Feels serene and warm. I like it."

You let out a small chuckle, eyes relishing in the serenity reflected in his face. He could breathe easy here. "I'm glad you like it. I was worried you'd be sad to not have the full beach experience I promised you."

Jacob's attention went to you then, his face in innocent disbelief. "Not the full beach experience? All I need to enjoy my time is to have you right here, next to me."

You beamed, eyes ducked toward the sand. "You're so cheesy, jeez," you teased and nudged him with your entwined hands.

He laughed then—the sound was bright and twinkling, louder than the surf itself. "It's true! I just… I'm glad I can be here with you. We've been talking about having a trip like this together for so long, and I…"

The two of you had stopped now, bodies angled toward and facing the other. Your hands sat linked together between you still. Jacob wet his lip with his tongue, the words having died upon it.

You could feel those words echo in you, too. All the words unsaid, the reality that neither of you wished to face. "Well, let's make the most of it and enjoy it while we can, o—okay?" You hated how your voice broke off at the end and quieted. You wanted to be strong; all of this angst was just going to ruin the mood of this trip, and he didn't deserve to have this cloud hanging over you for the remainder of the trip.

You knew he would be able to see right through you as soon as you made eye contact with him. So you didn't.

Instead, you tugged on his hand and shot a grin back at him. "Race you to the next lifeguard tower!"

Jacob yelled in playful outrage as you tore down the shoreline, kicking sand up in your wake. "Oh, you're gonna lose so badly just for that!"

Both yours and Jacob's laughter lit up the beach and for a moment, you could both pretend that this was forever.

Oftentimes when you were home, here in California, golden hour and sunset was one of the few times of day you looked forward to. However, as you and Jacob settled on the soft sandy bank with twin cones of soft serve ice cream in your hands, you couldn't help the distinct anchor of dread sinking to the pit of your gut.

The breeze was cooler, crisper than it was early in the day. The yolky sun sank beneath the horizon, until the last of its golden rays radiated against the sky in a hazy afterglow.

Jacob had his eyes on you for a while now. Though he idly lapped at his ice cream cone, he sensed that there were feelings you were harboring in your chest right now, bottling them up in an attempt not to upset him. Your quiet wasn't necessarily unusual, but there was a stiffness to your posture like you were curling your body in on itself.

He quickly finished off the rest of his ice cream, then shouldered his jacket off to drape over your shoulders. When you turned your head to look at him in question, he only shifted closer to you so your back was to his chest.

"Thank you for today," he murmured to you, his breath warm on the skin of your neck.

"Of course," you said back.

Jacob leaned his cheek against your back. "Tell me what's wrong, darling. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?"

He felt your sigh. "I just don't want this to be over yet." You cleared your throat, "We don't have a lot of time left."

"We still have the rest of the week," he assured you softly, though, his heart beat became leaden in his own dread. Yes, the rest of the week laid ahead of you, but afterwards? What then? His hand gently smoothed up and down your arm in an attempt to calm you both down. "But I understand. I don't want this to be over either."

When you couldn't find the words to respond, he continued, "I want to be selfish—I wanna be so selfish, Yn," he confessed. "I love my job and I love what I do, but that means that I can't see you or be with you very often. And today… just proved to me how badly I've missed you. I haven't felt at peace in a very long time."

You finally leaned back against him so you could share your weights, share your burdens.

"I'm sorry," you croaked, "and I know it's not necessarily my fault, but it hurts to hear that you have to feel that way." You peered up and back at him, his eyes meeting yours with the same kind of sheen pooling at the precipices of his eyes. You tried for a sad smile, hand finding his amongst your tangled bodies on the cool sand. "I don't want to waste this time either, because you'll be leaving soon."

He nodded, head ducking slightly to tuck into the crook of your neck. "It'd be nice to be selfish for once," he murmured into your skin, lips trailing up slowly from your throat to the angle of your jawline.

Your free hand lifted, cupping the back of his head to hold him tight against you. "It would be," you agreed.

But it wasn't who he was. Jacob wasn't a selfish person, not someone who would go out of his way to get what he wanted, especially if there were other people in the mix. It was, of course, part of why you loved him so much. His heart was far too large for the world sometimes.

You shifted in his hold to turn around and face him then, your hands resting flat against his chest.

You met Jacob's eyes, his hair falling in his eyes and his jacket falling off the slopes of your shoulders. Your fingers delicately brushed his bangs away so you could see the last bits of pinkish daylight fade out to a bruised purple reflected in his irises. "Let's be selfish for a week," you told him. "Just you and me, okay? You deserve to be a little selfish, Jacob."

His tongue poked his cheek, head ducking then raising to be level with you once more. "We… we deserve to be selfish."

Then he braced his hand slightly behind you, his other coming up to cup the side of your face. Jacob crushed his lips against yours, the feeling of his chest flush against you, your matched heart beats—grounding you to reality. Your arms came around his neck to pull him to you like the waves to a shoreline, begging for just another touch.

And for just a moment in time, you could both believe that this could be your forever.

a/n: a tad bittersweet :') pls do remember to rb, comment, etc! <3 ty for reading!

tbz m.list

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grendelsmilf · 3 months

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okay here’s my evaluation of the dungeon party (and miscellany) thus far (as of the first 5 eps):

laois: they weren’t lying. his autistic white boy swag. i would be friends with him tbh

marcille: i love her unhinged femme antics. she spends 2 hours every day just meticulously braiding her hair. as is her right!

senshi: what can’t this man do (besides pick locks, apparently). wife material

chilchuck: after he said “im not a child!” i looked it up and apparently he is 29 but also middle aged bc his species’ avg life expectancy is like 50???? i am never immune to miserable little haters who actually contribute a lot to the group but their best attribute is nevertheless talking mad shit. he’s my favorite i think

falin: i thought she was blind but apparently she’s just squinting bc she needs glasses. wayne letterkenny core. she’s cute

kabru: why does the token brown guy also have the bluest eyes ive ever seen. miley cyrus staring dot jpeg. put those things away!!

favorite dish: that spectral gem sorbet i wanna eat it so bad

favorite monster: armor mollusks, obviously

#o.tv #i love them all tho . tbqh

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ohhcinnybuns · 20 days

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Tell me about Angel like You 👀✨

Hi!!! Angel Like You is my most recent AU idea(s) after listening to a similar song title by Miley Cyrus, but because I'm complicated and I like to make things difficult for myself, it can go in one of two ways: Potential Fic Spoilers Below

Angsty Beast SKK with an alternative ending to Chuuya saving Dazai before his grand finale. I know there are many AUs about them already, but it was fitting that in an alternate universe, they find happiness, too, even if they thought they were doomed from the start.

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2. Very high fantasy - The second AU under this umbrella would be Angel Chuuya and Demon King Dazai. DKD likes a pretty red-haired angel who harbors a deep secret in the recesses of Heaven. Eventually, DKD lures Angel Chuuya down from Heaven, and they meet in the human plane dressed as average humans. They become smitten with each other, fall in love, and often begin to meet to play around in the human world until Heaven learns of their meeting. Hoping Chuuya won't risk leaking their secrets and his secret, they lock him away, out of sight from DKD. Eventually, possessive and protective, Dazai kicks everyone's ass with his ghoulish army, and Chuuya drops from the Heavens to stay with DKD. DKD stays with Chuuya after learning about his secret, accepting him for who he is, and living together happily.

#skk #bungou stray dogs #ao3fic #bsd skk #fic spoilers #potential future fic spoiler #my wips #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara

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tinydeskwriter · 2 years

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You mean her exes?

Yes

A/n: in the Cosmopolitan Couple Timeline Harry and Liam are mentioned, this is a complete list of her ‘exes’, some are only rumours, but they still made it to the list.

Cosmopolitan: Here’s a Complete Timeline of Everyone Y/n Y/l/n Has Dated (and Rumored Dated)

Let’s be real: Y/n Y/l/n has had the dating game on lock for a while now. I mean, she had an adorable thing going on with Shawn Mendes when they were teenagers, ended up marrying the very handsome, very hot, rapper turned actor Jack Harlow, she (possibly) dated the talented Timothée Chalamet, ofc there was her fast-moving, PDA-filled international relationship with Harry Styles, and then she mended (and broke again) the heart of the super hot Australian actor Liam Hemsworth…we can only wish we had that kind of track record. Along the way, she’s always been super honest about her feelings, whether she’s in a relationship or enjoying being single. And that’s pretty damn admirable.

Luckily, we’ve created a complete history of Y/n’s love life, from her early days up to the present, and laid it all out for you here. Feel free to use this as a template/inspiration/dream board for your own romantic life.

Shawn Mendes: 2015- 2017

They met young, Shawn was still 16 when the two started dating in 2015. It's unclear how these two met, but it's impressive that they stayed together until 2017. Y/n and Shawn broke millions of hearts when they announced their split. of their cute relationship. In an interview with Ellen in 2016 Y/n confessed that Shawn was her first boyfriend. Cute.

Harry Styles: 2017- 2019

Y/n and Harry were first photographed together in Italy a few weeks after the actress broke up with Canadian singer Shawn Mendes. The couple never posted anything on social media, nor did they ever confirm their relationship. But photographs speak a thousand words, and for almost a year the couple was spotted around the Globe together. PDA included. Rumor has it that she was Harry’s muse for a few of the songs in Fine Line.

Timothée Chalamet: 2019

Y/n and Mr Chalamet were reportedly ‘getting to know each other better’ after being photographed together around New York City. But that same month Y/n sat down with Elle US and told that she isn’t in a relationship, saying, “I’m 21, I’m going on a few dates.”

Liam Hemsworth: 2019-2021

Miley Cyrus got into a relationship with Cody Simpson, Liam Hemsworth went public with his relationship with Y/n. And what a beautiful couple they made.

They looked like they were made to last. Both genetically blessed, family inclined, with traditional family views, very discreet people.

Rumors of an engagement began to surface since Y/n moved to Australia during the pandemic to be with Liam. Things seemed to be heading towards church bells when out of nowhere the couple announced their separation.

According to sources close to the couple “Liam was ready to remarry, he was sure with Y/n, he wanted to start a family with her, I mean his family loves her, everyone was on board for her to join the Hemsworth clan, they are all sure that she was the one for him, but Y/n is only 23, she's too young, she likes Australia to spend sometime, but misses Vermont, she doesn't see herself living in Byron at all, and she still doesn't imagines herself as a wife or mother for five to ten years, while Liam wants that now.” Yep.

Jacob Elordi: 2021

Shortly after moving back to Los Angeles post-break up Y/n was photographed in the company of another Australian, Euphoria actor Jacob Elordi.

Jack Harlow: 2021- forever (?)

They met on September 13th 2021 and have been together since. Their love story is tooth-rotten sweet (we covered it here). Jack proposed to Y/n on July 13th 2022, less then a year after they met. Romantically enough they got married (legally), one year and a day after they first exchanged glances at the Met Gala, on September 14th 2022 in Las Vegas with only their parents present as witnesses.

Their wedding in November 13th was nothing short of fabulous.

Jack and Y/n got married in Italy. Drake was among the groomsmen, the guest list was eclectic and star filled, three of Y/n exes were in attendance, Harry, Timothée and Shawn—we love an evolved couple, and if there's one thing Jack doesn't lack, is confidence for this kind of ballsy move—, 600 people were invited to the weekend long celebration. The bride wore a very romantic creation by Dior, while the groom wore Givenchy. Taylor Swift—a friend of the bride—serenaded the couple on their first dance with the very romantic ‘Lover’.

The newlyweds left for their honeymoon in a yacht.

In January 2023 we got confirmation that Y/n legally changed her last name to Harlow “We are that kind of people, it was important to him, it was important to me, my mother has my father's last name, and so on, I didn't drop my last name, I just added my husband's last name. I don't understand why people are making such a big fuss about it…”

The couple recently announced that they are expecting their first child.

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow blurbs

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beforeitrains · 6 months

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I have a pretty wild Miley theory I previously mentioned in my bingo card post. So now I'm going to make y'all suffer through it with me.

Let's look at Miley's Room from 2-2. I think, there might be some hints about what she’s planning for the finale.

There's a pile of machine parts on the desk, and Sara remarks the materials are similar to what the participant's collars are made of. Given this hint, I think it's likely that they are disassembled collars taken off dead participants. Miley might be trying to fashion something new out of the parts. A defective collar that can unlock, or a collar that can switch between doll and human modes? I believe it's something that can help her (or her helper) cheat the system.

Hayasaka's video is playing on the monitor. I'm more or less convinced that he's Miley's beloved by now. So it makes sense that she was watching his death scene on loop, while putting her revenge plans into action.

Fridge/freezer. It's locked, so we don't know what's inside. Potentially, Mishima's head could be in there. But also it could contain various chemicals, like whatever Miley used to generate white smoke.

Miley's doll. It has removable limbs that the participants collected in Ch.1.

Now with all that in mind, let's try to guess who could be on the operation table in the locked room.

Hayasaka. That's who Miley would want to save the most, right? However, Hayasaka lost his head during his First Trial. To heal him, even in the sci-fi world of YTTD, Miley would have to find him a new doll body (of him, or of another similarly sized adult). But we know that all the candidates' dolls are intact on the third floor. And there's nothing in the room that could explain where Miley could have gotten the doll body either.

Midori/Hiyori. We know Midori cut off his hands and swapped them with Mai’s doll. He had to have done this at some point during the game. However, Sara and Keiji observe the sleeping figure during Ch2-2, not long before the second Main Game. It's likely that by that time Midori was already hustling on 4F, setting up the puzzles and instructing the dolls. But it's definitely possible.

Megumi. I like this idea the most, because Megumi lost her limbs during her First Trial. And Miley's doll has removable limbs. Miley and Megumi are roughly the same complexion, so the prosthetics would fit. Miley could have also tampered with Megumi's collar, so it wouldn't go off during the Main Games.

Ok, so for the first two candidates, it's more or less clear what Miley's motivation for keeping them alive would be. But why would she help Megumi? Maybe Miley just took the opportunity presented to her by the First Trials. She was planning her revenge on Asunaro and needed a partner-in-crime. Preferably a smart adult with a matching grudge against the organization. Megumi fit the criteria. Also, repairing limbs is a doable task (unlike repairing victims like Kurumada, who was crushed to a pulp).

What could Miley and Megumi be planning? I imagine, they could try to swap two versions of Megumi in the last chapter. Let's say Megumi (the doll) is delegated to carry out some task during the final moments of the game. If Megumi (human) takes her place, she might foil Asunaro's plans and aid Miley in making her grand entrance. This could be why Miley is working on those collars. Megumi needs a doll collar.

Look, I understand that this is all far-fetched, but it would be such a cool twist. Two bad and desperate women working together to bring down the organization they were originally a part of.

This story reminds me of Nao and Shin. No one suspected them of conspiring, because they were never friends or anything. But in the end they achieved great things together.

#bitrs yttd musings #yttd spoilers #sue miley #megumi sasahara #i'm getting desperate for miley's and megumi's arcs in case you can't tell

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