#FUCK RYLE

[prettypgemini]

(Re-reading It Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover currently, so I can read It Starts With Us)

*spoilers below* lol

Topic: RYLE 😑

Everything he does is CRINGE

Much like Lily, I missed all the red flags the first time

He was literally beating up a chair when she met him

Second time she sees him, he tells her he doesn’t ever want to see her again

THEN

He knocked on 29 apartment doors ?! TWENTY NINE DOORS 😂 BECAUSE HE WANTED TO FUCK HER 😂😂😂😂

#narcissim #iewu #lily bloom #fuck Ryle #red flags #it ends with us #colleen hoover #cohort #domestic violent relationships #love #favorite author #ellen degeneres #iswu #it starts with us #reread #booksbooksbooks #book review #commentary/opinion #currently reading

[ryles-comfort-room]

I wonder if Dream ever imagined the effect he’d have on kids

like- when he made his skin did he realize how much kids eyes would light up when a camp councillor draws it?

when he thought up manhunt did he think how many kids would be running around playgrounds pretending to be him?

when he fought Technoblade did he know he created the biggest debates 9 year olds could think up?

Just with all the negativity towards the guy, I hope he knows how much genuine joy these kids get from him and all he does.

“He’s just really cool”

#Every time I hear the “who would win? Dream vs bla bla bla” my heart explodes T^T <3 #Dreamwastaken #I will continue these appreciation posts until the day I die #ryles rambles #Gotta make a techno one soon too bc they fucking love techno

[caramelcuppaccino]

besties i’m reading it ends with us and so far i’m like this :/ does it get better

#lunlunreplies #edit: i don’t like this ryle guy #edit 2: who the fuck believes when someone who wants to sleep with them calls them a drug so fast???? #like this fast ma’am????? #and who thinks they’re really like drugs???? #am i too not confident or something #i do not like any character so far lord help #i’m reading it in turkish btw

[thaliasthunder]

pals i read it ends with us by colleen hoover and i dont think i'll be recovering from this hole in my chest very soon

#GUYS? 😭 #tbh i was a little skeptical about reading it cuz #i saw it's probably the most famous book in booktok and it thought mmh it must be one of those cliche romance books #and also the cover is really ugly but #one night i just was searchin up what to read and say 'what if i just read it to see whats up? its not like i'll lose anything 🤷🏻‍♀️' #my emotional sanity. that's what i lost #i read somewhere that there was a boy named atlas that was very sweet and handsome #and before starting the book i had that thought that eventually i would fall in love w him #and fucking GODS i swear if it wasnt for that i would be even more WRECKED BECAUSE IF IT WASNT FOR THAT I WOULD'VE FALLEN IN LOVE W RYLE #AND EVERYTHING HE DID WOULD'VE HURT ME 1000 TIMES MORE #i did loved ryle at first #and having in mind he is really sweet when he's not mad i would've loved him still #but he wasnt sweet when he was mad #AT ALL #i fucking hated him every single time he hurt lily #and i felt even more hurt when he was sweet trying to make up after screwing everything up #and thats literally the whole point of the book #to have a taste of what a abusive relationship is #u dont understand how i SOBBED when lily told him 'i want a divorce.' #u dont understand how i SOBBED when lily started asking him ''what would u do if ur daughter told u 'my husband hit me?'' #all of that scene WRECKED ME #and also my sweet boy atlas 😭😭😭 #so yeah i misjudged this book #and im grateful i was hella wrong #it ends with us #colleen hoover #lily bloom #atlas corrigan #ryle kincaid

[waka-chan-out]

coming out of my cave to say colleen hoover’s books are so bad you guys holy shit

#we had a damaged copy of it ends with us at the desk today #so i tried to read a bit #bro who is reADING THIS #rYLE????? #LILY BLOSSOM FUCKING BLOOM???????? #we can do better than this you guys. i’m begging you. m #meg’s thoughts

[anthonyed]

this why it's hard to watch/read anything medical related

#why is he biting the ett #why is his ett not anchored? #where is his ryles tube? #who ventilates patients propped up that high?? #the scene shows the doctors asking his opinion after reducing his sedation. the first thing that happens when sedation is weaned off #is the patient choking cause there's a fucking tube inside your airway. it's a reflex #im just gonna ignore all those...

[i-collect-cute-insane-characters]

how you gonna kill fat armin like that man

#overlord #aot #armin clone #zanac valleon igana ryle vaiself #and all that did was piss ainz off like #those motherfuckers fucked up big time #damn man just damn #anime #death #be-heading #gore

[shining-just-4-u]

why in the world did I go into reading “it ends with us” with the idea that atlas was the fmcs kid????

#it ends with us #colleen hoover #I don’t really wanna read this but my mom bought it for me and I told a family friend it was on my list #also why the actual fuck is she writing letters to ellen degeneres #also ryle is a stupid name #ryan❌ kyle❌ ryle✅

[brittanybwrites]

Plans for the evening: read Time’s Convert (the chapters I’m supposed to read-we’re on Marcus’s chapters and reading about the Revolutionary War feels different) and finish reading the Stray Prince (which is wildin’ out rn. Also I hate the evil king in this book. Mans raising my blood pressure each time he shows up like the little bitch he is).

#booklr #book thoughts #the stray prince #ella fields #and king's name is RYLE #like NO FUCKING WONDER MY GUY

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

YALL I JUST FINISHED IT ENDS WITH US BY COLLEEN HOOOVER AND ITS ACTUALLY SO GOOD

#so sad #but so amazing #spoilers ahead #ATLAS #IM SO FUCKING HAPPY SHE ENDED UP WITH ATLAS #I FEEL FOR HIM #and like I get little I relate to her sm omg #BUT LIKEDHDN #ugh #so amazing #I feel so bad Lilly is tired to ryle bc of Emerson but yk #SHES WITH ATLAS!!! #I’m so happy for him #for her too

[mariesoliver]

THAT MOTHERFUCKER JUST SMACKED THE MC

#fuck ryle all my homies hate ryle #should've known he was too cringe to be the main love interest #she's probably gonna end ip with that first love of hers that atlas guy #tw violence

[ryles-comfort-room]

ok dsmpblr I was late for that one but finally watched the vod. How y’all breathing?

#IDK IF IT CLASSIFIES WITH HAPPY ENDING BUT IM TAKING IT AS ONE #FUCK THAT HURT BUT HURT SO GOOD #AND LIKE CHARLIE’S MONOLOGUE??? #THAT Q DIDNT KNOW ABOUT???? #PHENOMENAL #AND Q’S MASTERPIECES OF MOVIE MAGIC #HHHHHH #ryles rambles #dream smp #quackity

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[ladymunson]

The Boss 18+

Chapter One: The Desk

Fic Summary: You’re a secretary at Andy’s law firm, indulging in a rough sex situation with your boss. You know it’s wrong, but it feels so right.

A/N: This is an AU, Andy isn’t cheating on his wife, there is no wife. I do not condone cheating.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, oral sex (both giving and receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), dirty talk, swearing, Dom/Sub dynamics, all is consensual.

Word Count: 1457

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Your morning latte sits on your desk as you answer your work phone, getting cooler by the minute. You’re not even supposed to be working until 9am and it’s only 8:20, but you know that if you don’t, clients won’t get spoken to.

You take notes and messages until the receptionist decides to turn up at 9:25, which is when you finally get back to your latte, forgotten behind a stack of files. Luckily you like iced coffee, so you down what’s left and take your empty Starbucks cup to the recycling station in the kitchen.

When you return to your desk a few moments later, there’s a fresh latte sitting there. You smile and get back to your work.

You work through most of your lunch because there’s SO much to get done before the banquet this weekend, but you finish with fifteen minutes to spare. You sigh, then your desk phone rings, it’s reception.

“Hello?” You say.

“Hi y/n it’s Rylee at reception, there’s a delivery here for you.”

“Thanks, I’ll be right there.”

You hang up and head out to reception. When you arrive there’s a food delivery person, chatting to the platinum blonde receptionist who is showing way too much cleavage for a work environment. No doubt to entice an “affair” with one of the firms partners but so far she’s had no takers. You don’t say anything except thank you, with a smile and reward them with a $10 bill as a tip. You take the food bag and head back to your office, emptying its contents to find a full meal from one of your favourite Italian restaurants.

It’s early afternoon before he shows up. You’re sitting at the desk, concentrating on work when the office door opens. You speak without looking up. “One moment please.”

The door closes and you hear the latch click and lock. You look up, he’s standing there looking at you, hunger in his eyes as he stares at you. You’ve shed your blazer and are just wearing a blouse, the red bra very obvious underneath the sheer material.

“Not covered up very well are you Missy?” He says as he moves towards the desk. You gulp.

“I’m sorry sir” you reply as your typing slows. He laughs and moves closer, you can smell his cologne and it sends a tingle all the way down between your legs.

“You’re sorry? You have your tits almost on show and you’re sorry?!” He leans over your desk. “Did you do what I told you?”

You nod, smiling shyly. You whisper. “I have no panties on sir”

He groans and makes his way around the desk, noticing the seam on the back of your calves where your legs are crossed. “I didn’t tell you to wear tights! I told you I wanted your cunt bare!” His voice raised as he pushes your chair back. You open your legs and he smiles, noticing your glistening pussy.

He puts out his hand and raises your skirt up, fire in his eyes when he notices the stockings and suspenders. “Oh fuck yes y/n! So goddamn sexy!”

You giggle and look up to meet his gaze. “I wore them especially for you sir”

He grabs you by the upper arms and pulls you on to your feet and into a kiss. He holds you so close, you can feel his dick, hard beneath his clothes pressed against your stomach. You let out a small moan.

“Keep making that noise and I’ll throw you over the desk right now and fuck you with out the pleasantries!” He snarls in your ear. You stop yourself from making any more noise, for the moment at least.

He spins you round so you’re almost sitting on the desk, he lifts your skirt higher and touches your waiting pussy. Your mouth opens to a O and your eyes get wide, but you still don’t make a sound.

“Oh my god, you’re soaked for me!” He says against your mouth as he sits you on the desk. He drops to his knees, you can feel his breath on your thighs. He kisses the inside of each thigh, making you tremble in anticipation.

He plants a kiss directly on your pussy, you let out a tiny gasp. “Please sir...” He smiles as he pushes your legs open wider and opens his mouth.

“As you wish princess” his tongue flicks up and down between your folds. You throw your head back and moan. His mouth moving all over your pussy, his tongue flicking over your sensitive bud before moving downward and dipping inside you, making you shiver.

There’s a knock on the door, you gasp. He stands up, his hand covers your mouth so you can’t make a noise as his fingers dip inside your dripping pussy. You writhe beneath his touch. There’s another knock. His thumb works your clit as his fingers fuck in and out of you, you feel your pussy tighten around his thick digits inside you. Your eyes widen as your climax hits and you come hard, shaking and shivering all over. His hand still clamped over your mouth as he rubs the orgasm out of you.

It takes a while but when you stop shaking and look him in the eye, you notice the flushed smirk on his face. He doesn’t need to say a word, you know exactly what he wants. You drop down to your knees and unbuckle his belt before pushing his pants down and taking the tip of his hard cock in your mouth.

You gently suck the head of his dick, your tongue flicking over the very tip. His hand grabs the back of your head and his hips jerk his delicious cock all the way into your mouth. You moan, the vibrations sending pleasure down his entire shaft, making him jerk his hips again.

You being to suck him hard, looking him in those beautiful blue eyes, taking him to the back of your throat.

“Yes! Suck it you little slut! Oh that’s good! Now stop! Mmmmmm...” escapes his lips as you suck. You feel him twitching in your mouth as his orgasm approaches. “No! Stop!” He cries and pulls his cock out of your mouth.

He grabs you by the throat and throws you onto the desk, flips you over onto your front, lifts your skirt and opens your legs. His hard cock against your sopping pussy as he slaps your ass. “I told you to stop! Naughty girls get fucked harder!” He says as he pushes his stiff cock into you, you let out a groan.

He pulls out and slams back into you, you bite your lip to hold back a scream. Your cunt tightens around him. “No no no! Do not cum yet! Do you hear me?!” He yells as he continues to pound into you. “When I tell you to cum, then you cum! Understand?!”

“Yes sir, but it’s so fucking good!” You reply as he thrusts into your slick pussy over and over.

He grabs you by the hair and starts to pound even harder. “Yes! Fuck me! Own my pussy!” You moan out.

He grunts. “Oh you’re such a sexy slut! I can’t hold it anymore!” You let out a desperate moan, needing your release. “Cum for me! Now!”

Your pussy clenches around his cock as your orgasm hits, you let out a stuttering scream as the first wave hits. His cock twitches and shoots his hot load into your pussy. He lets out a delicious growl as his climax takes over. He fucks your orgasm out of you as he spurts his sticky release inside your cunt. He pulls out of you and collapses on your chair, watching the mass of cum drop out of you and down onto the carpet.

“So fucking sexy!” He says as he stands and pulls his pants up. He buckles his belt and slaps you on the ass. “Back to work Missy! I’ll be checking on your progress in the meeting later”

You stand up and pull your skirt down, smoothing it back into place, then tidying your disheveled hair. He unlocks the door before turning to wink at you. “We will continue this discussion another time y/n. I’m afraid I have to meet with the other partners.” You smile.

“Of course Mr Barber, shall I arrange it in your diary?” You ask. He nods and pulls out his phone, typing away.

Your phone beeps. “I’ve sent you my schedule for the next few days” And with that he walks away.

You check my phone, no schedule, just a text.

‘My place, 8pm. No panties rule still applies’

You smile. Best boss ever!!

TO BE CONTINUED

#andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #18+ only

[highreevess]

"Let him touch you again, and I'll fuck you in front of him."

Warnings: Underage drinking, underage drug use, sub!reader, minor sex, hair-pulling, toxic relationships, spanking, anal play, unprotected sex, dub-con, dirty talk.

Summary: Reader is in an enemies with benefits relationship with Rafe Cameron. She attends a party on figure eight and meets a guy who is very keen on getting into her pants. What she doesn't know is that Rafe Cameron is at the same party she is, watching her from a distance. And when the guy the reader is next to touches her, Rafe sees red. He finds her alone in the bathroom minutes later and reminds her of who she belongs to.

Word count: 2,452

"Can I get you a drink?" a sudden voice asks from behind me. Turning around, I meet the gaze of a guy with light brown hair and brown eyes. He has a boyish smile on his face that makes me smile at him. "Sure," I tell him. He smiles at me and asks, "Are you a beer kinda girl or white claw?"

Laughing, I say, "Vodka."

His brow raises. "Go big or go home typa' girl. I like it."

He turns around and heads toward the kitchen. I follow him, wanting to see him make the drink. I may be nice enough to let him make me a drink, but I'm not stupid enough to not watch him make it.

I watch him as he grabs a bottle of vodka and pours some of the contents into two red solo cups. He turns and hands one of the cups to me with a smile. "Cheers, pretty girl."

I take the red cup and clink it against his own before downing the vodka inside of it. It burns my throat on the way down, but that feeling doesn't bother me; it makes me smile instead.

"So, you got a name?" he asks, sipping the vodka from his red solo cup, most likely because he can't down it in one go.

"Y/N," I answer, and the corner of his lip kicks up. "Pretty name. I'm Ryle." I nod and give him a small smile.

"So, Y/N, do you have someone waiting for you back home?" he asks, and I open my mouth to say yes but shut it when the fight I had with Rafe floods my mind. Last night, Rafe came over to my house. He was drunk or high—or both—and wanted to fuck. I didn't. I tried to talk to him and get him to calm down, but he just got angry. He said a bunch of shit that included him calling me "nothing but a pogue whore," amongst other hurtful things. He made it very clear I was nothing more than a fuck to him.

That means I am free to talk to and fuck whoever I want, and Rafe can't do a damn thing about it.

"No, I don't," I tell him, and he smirks. "That's the best thing I've heard all day," he tells me, and I blush.

A song by The Weekend begins to play, and I find myself smiling when I hear it. "Do you dance?" I ask the guy in front of me. He sets down his red solo cup and holds out his hand. "Let's find out."

Taking his hand, I allow him to pull me away from the kitchen and toward the middle of the room, which is occupied by multiple men and women dancing and swaying to the music.

When he finds a spot in the room he likes, he turns toward me and places his hands on my hips. Holding them tightly, he begins to move my hips to the beat of the music, swaying them rhythmically.

"So, how old are you, pretty girl?" he asks. "Seventeen," I answer.

"I'm twenty. You okay with that?" he asks, and I nod. Rafe and I started fucking when I was sixteen and he was nineteen. It's three years, and it's legal, so I don't care.

When the chorus of the song begins to play, Ryle's hands begin to drift. They go from my hips down to the swell of my ass. He grabs it roughly in his hands, his fingers digging into the flesh of my clothed ass, and I gasp slightly. This just makes him smirk.

"We should take this upstairs," he says, and I find myself blushing at his suggestion. Glancing at the staircase that leads to the second floor, I nod and say, "Let me run to the bathroom really quick, and then I'll join you," I tell him. He nods and squeezes my ass roughly before letting go and taking the staircase that leads upstairs.

Intaking a deep breath, I make my way over to the bathroom on the floor that I'm on and find it, thankfully, empty. I close the door behind me and head over to the marble sink in the bathroom.

Looking down, I turn on the sink and gather some of the cold water in my cupped hands. I splash it onto my face to cool my heating cheeks before turning the water off and looking back into the mirror.

When I do, I see Rafe standing behind me, his jaw clenched and his eyes red and dilated, most likely from snorting coke or smoking weed—or both. I gasp when I see him and try to turn around, but he grabs the front of my neck with his large, veiny hand before I can. "I come here to get high and stop thinking about you, but here you are, dancing like a skank with some guy with his hands all over you. Do you really love cock that much?" he snarls, pulling me into his chest. Though I can feel the anger radiating off of him like poison, I can also feel the bulge in his pants. He wants me. And he's angry because of it.

"You said I was nothing but a fuck," I snarl, glaring at him through the mirror. "Fuck buddies don't get to stake claims. You don't get to say the things you said and then get mad when I want someone else inside of me. You can't have it both ways, Rafe."

He snarls and tightens his hold on my throat, his fingers pressing so hard into my neck that I can no longer swallow. "You're mine. You fuck me and that's it. You want someone to eat out that pretty pussy? You come to me. You want someone to fuck your cunt so hard that you can't see straight? You come to me. You want someone to fuck that tight, little ass? You come to me." 

I open my mouth to argue, but he shoves me forward and bends me over the sink in the bathroom. "I think you need a reminder of who owns you," he says into my ear, and I shiver at the harshness of his tone.

With his free hand, he grabs my tight-fitting dress and bunches it up so that it is at my waist. He then hooks two of his fingers under the black, lacy thong that I'm wearing and rips it cleanly off as if it was nothing more than a blank sheet of paper.

I open my mouth to curse at him for avoiding the conversation we need to have, but he just leans against me and shoves two of his fingers into my mouth. He shoves them as far back as they will go, and I gag against them. "I think you need a reminder of who owns this mouth," he snarls into my ear, pushing his fingers even further down my throat.

"Suck them," he demands.

Though I want to bite his fucking fingers off, I don't. I know that he will not stop making me gag on his fingers unless I obey.

So I close my lips around his two long fingers and swirl my tongue around them.

I see him smirk through the mirror. He leans down so that his mouth is close to my ear. "Good girl."

Though I am seething with anger, his praise makes my heart and pussy flutter. My eyes flutter closed, and I continue sucking on his fingers, almost moaning at the feeling.

When I feel him pull his fingers from my mouth, I intake a loud breath of air. Unfortunately, I don't get to use that breath of air to speak because it is ripped from my lungs the moment he plunges his wet fingers into my cunt. "You need a reminder of who this cunt belongs to," he snarls, pumping his long fingers into me in a way that makes my face fall into the sink below me, a moan of pleasure escaping my lips.

"Oh, God," I breathe as he curls his fingers inside of me repeatedly.

"No, not God. Me," he snarls, ripping his fingers from my wet pussy. Though the loss of his fingers makes me whimper, that whimper quickly turns into a moan when Rafe impales me with his thick cock. "Fuck, Rafe," I whine, arching my back so I can take him deeper.

"Such a greedy fucking whore," he snarls, bringing his palm down on my ass, causing me to gasp in pain. "Are you desperate for all cock or just mine?" he asks, watching as I wiggle my ass against him.

When I don't answer him, he snarls and brings his palm down on my ass, striking me with enough force to cause a cry to escape my lips. "Answer me," he demands, and I shake my head. I won't give him the satisfaction of hearing my answer.

He snarls again, but he doesn't hit my ass this time. Instead, he stops fucking me, and his hands go to my ass cheeks, spreading them apart.

I watch him through the mirror as he meets my gaze and spits. His saliva hits the crack of my ass and runs downward.

For a moment, my eyebrows furrow in confusion, but when I feel his finger come up to tease my asshole, my eyes widen, and I gasp. "Rafe, no!" I've never had anything back there.

"Oh, yes," he says, his lips tugged up in a menacing smile. "You need a reminder of who this ass belongs to." He continues to tease my back entrance before slowly working his index finger inside.

He is met with resistance, but he carefully and gently works past it until his entire index finger is sheathed inside my ass. Once it is, he lets it stay there for a few moments, allowing me to adjust to the foreign feeling of having something in my other hole.

After a few seconds of allowing me to adjust, he begins to pull back his finger until just the tip is left. Then, he plunges his finger back inside of my ass. This time, the burn isn't unbearable. It's there but not as bad as when he first pushed his finger into my ass.

After a few thrusts of his finger, he begins to fuck my pussy with his cock again. Slowly but deeply. That plus what he is doing to my ass makes me moan, and I find myself bucking my hips against him.

I hear him chuckle under his breath. "Fuck, you really are a whore. Are you getting off on having your ass and pussy fucked?" he asks, and I'm too busy wrapped up in my building pleasure to answer him.

He doesn't seem to like this because he removes his finger from my ass and stops his thrusts.

My head immediately lifts, and I look up at him through the mirror. "No, please," I beg, needing him to continue touching me—fucking me.

As much as I want to say that I don't want him to fuck me or finger my ass, I can't. He can do anything to me, and I'd get off on it like a whore—and he knows that.

"Who owns you?" he snarls, and a whimper escapes my lips. "You," I whisper.

A harsh smack lands on my ass, and I gasp.

"I can't hear you," Rafe chides, his hand raised in the air, ready to strike my ass again.

"You!" I yell, a sob escaping my lips because of how fucking badly I need him right now.

He impales me with his cock again and slides his finger back into my ass. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" he snickers.

Though I want to glare at him for his insolence, I don't. I'm too wrapped up in my building pleasure to do anything other than moan and let my eyes flutter closed.

"Nuh uh," I hear Rafe say. He grabs my hair and yanks me off of the sink, pulling me until I am flush against his chest. "You're going to watch. You going to watch me fuck your pussy and finger your ass so you never forget who owns you. And you're only going to close those pretty eyes when you cum. Not a fucking moment before."

The feel of him inside of both of my holes is too much for me, so I don't argue with him. I just nod my head and cast my gaze on the mirror in front of me, watching Rafe as he takes my holes for himself.

Though I can't see him fucking my pussy or fingering my ass, I can feel him. And I can see his face as he takes my body for himself. That is enough to make pleasure coil low in my stomach, getting stronger and stronger by the second.

"Let him touch you again, and I'll fuck you in front of him," he snarls, pumping into both of my holes faster.

"Rafe," I whimper, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"Are you going to cum, little slut?" he asks, bringing his hand up to stroke my cheek. I nod, a pathetic whimper escaping my lips. He slides his middle finger into my ass, and I moan.

"Tell me again who you belong to," he whispers into my ear, his tone gentle despite the roughness of his thrusts.

"You, Rafe," I whimper against the skin of his neck. "You."

He smiles, and I feel his index finger gently lift my chin. I meet his gaze, and when I do, he leans in and places a kiss on my lips that is as gentle as ever. "That's right."

That's when the pressure coiling low in my belly snaps. Pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave, and I let out a cry that Rafe swallows with a kiss.

He fucks my asshole with his fingers and fucks my pussy with his thick, hard cock, his pace never faltering as he lets me ride through my high.

When I begin to come down from my high and open my eyes so I can look up at Rafe, I see him staring down at me, his dilated eyes hooded with lust. "Mine."

As soon as that word leaves his lips, I feel him twitch inside of me, and he paints my insides with his cum, groaning in pleasure. His head tips back as he cums inside of me, and he releases a low moan that makes me nearly cum a second time.

When his high ends, he looks down at me and grabs my chin with his fingers. "Mine."

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[heartfullofleeches]

What if a contestant made co host cry?

(Tw: light injury, horror elements)

"Ah!"

You clutch your pulsating hand, water splashing over your blouse as you drop the bottle you held. It was half time during one of Host's shows and as reward for making it so far, and the kindness of your heart, you brought the contestant a spare water while Host was off taking care of other business. Annoyed by the lack of answers to their own questions and the unfortunate dismissal of a fellow contestant, they had slashed at you with pen used for writing their answers.

You skin glows bright red; the pen's point unable to pierce your flesh as you got away just in time, but there was still a decent scratch. You can feel tears blurring your vision as you look at contestant. If they hasn't been bolted to their spot you surely would've been seriously injured or dead by now.

"Get back here! I swear to God I'll fucking-"

The dim stage lights take a sudden boost in saturation. Music begins to play in the background, signaling the start of the next round and Host's return. With the blink of an eye, the tall man is sitting back in the chair behind a desk across the floor. He stands up, greeting the crows to roaring applause.

"And we're back, folks! Let's see what our lovely constant has been up to while we were gone!"

All cameras pan to the scene on the other side of the room. The constant staring at the screens around them like a dear in headlights, and you on the verge of tears. The stagelights grow even brighter, cameras honing in on your tear eyes. Host always feared something like this would happen. You've been such a good little helper than he thought giving you a little freedom and shutting off his eyes on stage would do no harm. It's impossible for him to give that space when there's forces around that could bring you harm. And now that the worse possible scenario has played out - he's pissed.

Host casually walks over, stagelights overhead popping without a sound with each step that he takes. A black substance leaks from their heads, dripping down the walls like dark sludge. He gently pushes you aside as he steps between you and the constant.

"Y/n. Go ask one of the stage hands to patch your hand. I'll be with you in a minute."

"But-"

"Now."

You leave without another word. Host places his hands behind his back; everlasting smile never leaving his face. In fact, it grows - spreading more and more until he's sporting a genuine tooth grin and not the mockery he normally wore. His mouth opens wide as he laughs; shoulders rocking from the force of his manic giggles. The sound deafening to the constant's ears. They try to cover them, but find themselves unable to move.

Host's laugher comes to an abrupt stop. He straightens himself as what's left of his eyes stare down at the trembling individual.

"I'm not sure what game shows you've seen, but we try to keep a family friendly air to things and the number one rule for us all is that we never hurt out special guest."

The constant magically finds their voice. "Don't fuck with me. I know the rest are dead!"

Host snickers. "Not you, silly. Our lovely co-host. We strive to make this environment a safe haven for them, and we can't have anyone who'd spoil their fun around, now can we?"

The previous quiet crowd whispers in agreement. Somewhere off in the distance, a buzzer rings. It rattles through the constant's teeth.

Host makes a noise of disproval, snapping his fingers. "Oh, so sorry. It seems like you've broken the most important ryle of our game, and therefore you must face a punishment round. Such a shame."

Everytime he opens his mouth, the constant can feel their head throb. The ooze from the broken lights starts to pool around them. They panic as it slowly seeps through the legs of their pains and onto their skin, microscopic barbs hooking into their flesh. Host's smile grows at the sight of their struggles.

"Fortunately for you, I'm a very forgiving man. If you manage to survive long enough and write a written apology for our co-host, we may forgive you and allow things to return to normal. As for where the punishment comes in, I'd say it's a rather easy one. Enjoy having your flesh slowly peeling from your muscles from the waist up until you can finish your task."

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Ranch Revenge III//G.Tillman

Index

Smut under the cut/MDNI/18+

Rumor and Gator spend the night together.

Warnings: Language, alcohol, vaping, shotgunning smoke, hickies, p in v, descriptions of sex, filming/photography, unprotected sex, mentions of bodily fluids, good girl praises

After the competition, we had departed from the parents and Rylee. To head down to our favorite bar.

Rhett had won first place, being able to perform with the bull. He was up against wanna-be’s, as he liked to call them. 

Beers were all passed around except for Jane, for obvious reasons. Gator had his arm around my shoulders, constantly keeping a part of him touching me. As if he let go, I was gonna vanish in thin air.

“Oh, look who just walked in, Rhett,” Robert said to the champion.

It was Maria, Rhett's long-time crush. Upon noticing Rhett flushed, he wasn't expecting her to be here.

“Aww, Maria, do you still like her?” Jane said.

“Well, no, I just-”

“Hell yeah, he’s liked her longer than these two have been together,” Robert said, pointing his beer toward Gator and me. 

“Woah, that’s a bit uncalled for,” I said.

“Why don’t you invite her over, she looks to be alo-” As Jane was speaking, another guy wearing a cowboy hat grabbed Maria and began kissing her.

“Story of my fucking life, everyone,” Rhett says, getting up to probably get more alcohol.

We just shook our heads, knowing that Rhett had always loved the girl standing ten feet away from us. 

“So, switching topics, what’s going on with you at the headquarters?” Robert switches his interrogation back to me,

“Petty much nothing right now. They have me on the desk for intel and investigation help until my training is done. I got like four more months.”

“And after training, what are we planning besides your guy's wedding, obviously,” Robert says, smirking at Gator. Gator just laughs and takes a swig nodding towards Robert.

“Well, I gotta see if there's any openings around here and transfer.” Robert just shakes his head and nods. This was Robert showing his approval. At first, he was hesitant to send me to the academy, but after some time, he came around. He was always afraid of sending me off–going on about how he knows men’s intentions. But Robert also knew my gift. He’s seen it firsthand multiple times, and he used to say, “There’s no way in hell Roy Tillman is getting your gift.”

Jane was staring at Gator and me. I could tell she was reminiscing.

“Do you remember when they first went out, hun? And when they were at the wedding, they were just babies. Look at them now.” Jane said with doe eyes. Jane helped me get ready for that date. I was a nervous wreck because it was Gator. My older brother's best friend and he had asked me to go to the movies with him. The rest has literally been history. 

Rhett and Gator were the same age, Robert being a few years older than both of them. Growing up, they would follow Robert around like ducklings. Gator was always around, but it wasn't until high school that I developed a massive crush on him. Little did I know he had reciprocating feelings. 

“God, don’t remind me,” Robert said, leaning back.

“Do you know how much shit they gave me for months? They threatened me every day to ensure I didn’t break her heart. They still do.” Gator said. 

When Gator was away from his crew and his family, especially Roy, he was calm and loved joking around. His shoulders weren't tensed up. All throughout the competition, he was tense, Roy was sitting behind us, but now he was in a peaceful state of mind. I enjoyed seeing him this way. I wish he were this way all the time. I was leaning on his shoulder and felt him kiss my head again.

Rhett came back with more beers, and the conversation kept flowing. I felt Gator move his arm down to my leg, rubbing it in an innocent matter. I snuggled closer to his touch. He looked down to meet my gaze, smirking. This shit knew exactly what game he was playing. But he wasn't gonna win this time. It had been months without his touch, and the videos and Facetime weren't cutting it anymore. 

I sneakily placed my hand on his crotch. Moving it ever so slightly to ensure my brothers couldn’t suspect a thing. Gator tenses but relaxes, knowing we have company. One hand continues to lie on his crotch while the other grabs my phone. I swipe open to the album we both have, filled with pictures and videos only meant for the other eye to see. Videos of our previous escapades. I scroll through every video and picture, feeling him grow harder by the swipe, He grabs his phone to send me a text

You're a fucking menace

Don't act like you're not enjoying this.

We should make more

I see him begin to type out a text, but I know he can't think properly right now. He’s cursing more with me, this means his mind is foggy, and for once in a while, it's not from the vape. The time was getting closer to midnight. Jane was already dozing off on Robert's shoulder. I pointed it out, and Robert looked and realized his wife was practically asleep. 

“We’re gonna head out,” He says quietly.

We nod; Rhett was in his own world, sending daggers to the guy who was accompanying Maria at the bar. 

Jane and Robert walk out, and now we had to get rid of Rhett.

“Dude, just go talk to her,” I said.

Rhett gets pulled from his daze, shaking his head no and drinking more of his beer.

“Go. Now.” I say again.

Rhett just rolls his eyes at me. I look at Gator and nudge him.

“Rhett, that guy right there is not a bull riding champion; you are. Go catch up with her, you’ll regret it even if you don’t go say hello,” Gator buts in. You could practically see the wheels turning in Rhett’s head. 

“Alright, I’ll go.”

“Great, we’re gonna head out.”

“Where do Mom and Dad think you are going tonight? Aren’t you supposed to go back home?” Rhett comes to his senses. 

“No, they know I’m gonna spend the night at Lyla’s tonight, and tomorrow we’re gonna go to the mall. So Gator is gonna drop me off.” I lie as easily as it is to drink water. 

Rhett nods, finishes his drink, gets up, and walks over to Maria.

“After all these years, he still thinks Lyla is an actual friend of yours.” Gator laughs.

“Hey, don't give Lyla shit, she's the reason we get tonight and tomorrow to ourselves.”

Gator gets up from the booth and waits for me. I give him a questioning look as he stands there.

Gator looks around, then leans in close to my ear, “There is no fucking way I’m making the walk to the front door with a massive hard-on display. Especially still in uniform. Get in front of me now.”

I smirked as he talked; he turned to me before moving to stand tall. I grab his jaw and move him to lean into my lips. I couldn't stop smiling through the kiss. We pull away, and I obey his orders to stand in front of him. I grab his hand and hold it over my shoulder; he places his other hand on my hip, keeping me steady as we walk. 

We reach the door, and I am pelted by the gust of cold air. Quickly sobering me up. We reach his patrol truck, Gator pushes me into the passenger side door, turning me to look at him. One thing Gator loves is being in control. I give him that power, knowing that it is what he craves in life. He doesn’t abuse the power; from the years being together, he knows my limits, and from the years with Roy, he knows the power he holds does not permit him to be a complete and utter asshole. 

He traps me in between his thighs. One in between my legs and the other caging my hip. He knows my weaknesses like I know his. He pulls out his vape to take a drag. I watch him like my favorite movie. The neon light from the sign highlighting his features. He looks down to see my necklace. It was from him on our first anniversary.

He grabs the dainty jewelry and holds it between his fingers. He leaves his hand resting on my chest as he admires the thing that displays I’m his.

“You still wear it,” He says to himself, a statement to give verbal confirmation. 

“I never take it off,” He smirks, moving his gaze back to my eyes.

Another drag but instead of exhaling, he moves his hand from my necklace to the back of my neck, pulling me into him. I comply with his mouth and let him exhale into me. 

Gator knew I would never smoke willingly, so he does this. Says it's his way of corrupting me and ensuring I get addicted to him. In a way, his method has worked. I crave for him like never before. 

I rut my hips onto his thigh as he continues to do his work on my lips. He groans into me and grabs my hip harder. Stilling me. He pulls away, and I try to get him to lean back into me. But he pushes my hip more into the car, straining me against his strength.

“We are not doing this here, not with your brother inside trying to get laid.” He growls out.

He opens the door to the truck and helps me get in.

I look around the police car, noticing remnants of him.

A half-drunken mountain dew, some sunflower seeds on the floor, and the lingering burnt smoke from the number of vapes he has finished in this car. I smile; despite being utterly in love with this man, he still showcases some parts of him that have never changed since childhood. 

He gets in and starts the car. I'm buzzing with want…need…hunger. He takes off his baseball cap, turns out from the bar, and begins making the drive to the cabin—a place that only he and I occupy now. 

The cabin was on the other side of town, on the outskirts, hidden beneath trees. It was his Mom’s dad's many years ago. Linda hid it from Roy and only shared the place with Gator when things got too bad at home. Years later, it became a safe place for both of us. A place where we run to where no one can bother us. Since working in the apartment, Gator has been using some of his paychecks to upgrade the cabin. 

With the way Gator drove, he cut the drive in half. Pulling up was nostalgic. I’m reminded of all the nights and summers I spent here. 

Gator turns off the tuck and looks at me,

“My girl is home,” 

Upon entering the cabin, I gasped in awe; the kitchen and living room were redone; I looked at Gator.

“You’ve been doing more than just the bedroom.” He nods, moving towards me.

“I wanted it to be ready for you when you finished training.” He said, laying his forehead upon mine.

I grabbed his collar and smashed his lips into mine.

Unbreaking our bond, he leads us toward the room—a path I know all too well. He lands on the bed, I follow suit. But I break apart and lead my kisses towards his neck as I begin to undress him. He grabs my shirt and lifts it over my head. One thing Gator will always do, no matter how many times we’ve done this ritual, is stare in awe. I wore a lace see-through bra, and he was about to discover that it came as a set. He repositions himself to sit properly, placing me into his lap. I rut into him as he peppers kisses all along my neck.

“Fuck Gator, I need more,” I say breathlessly.

“Patience.” That is all he says before resuming his previous actions. I shut my eyes in both bliss and annoyance. Gator is rarely the person to be patient–and this is the wrong time to start.

“Fuck, my girl is needy, isn’t she?” He says tauntingly, leaning back away from my neck. I groan at the removal of his presence.

“Gator, please,” I say, continuing to rut on him. He once again grabs my hip to still my movements. I look into his eyes; it's pure tease behind them. With one hand, he reaches into his pocket to grab his phone. I’m used to the phone joining our escapades. He angles the phone to get the both of us. He grabs my head and pulls me in, all while taking photos. I reach behind me to remove the bra and let it fall to his lap. I continue to kiss his neck, sucking lightly on the area behind his ear. I leave a hickey there–marking my territory. I move my hands to his belt and unbuckle him. He moves his pants further down. I grab ahold of his crotch once more–fuck I forget how big he is sometimes. He unbuckles my pants, stripping me from the fabric–leaving me bare in my garments. His eyes look, and his mind finally registers that it is a matching set.

He grabs ahold of my ass, squeezing it in his hands. 

“Fuck, baby. You look good like this,”

I remove myself from his neck once more, meeting his gaze. He removes his hand from my ass and places his fingers in my mouth. I begin sucking and drooling on them.

“There you go, you know exactly what to do,” He says, pointing the camera to my face, “Good girl.”

He removes his fingers from my mouth and moves them into my thong, surpassing the fabric and going straight to my clit. I jumped upon contact and moaned. I could barely keep myself up, so I had to stabilize myself by holding his shoulders.

“Oh my God,” I say, looking as he moves up and down my slit. His fingers played with my clit to then moving to protrude into my entrance. 

“God isn’t here, just me.”

He removes his fingers from my slit and has me remove my thong. I stand up and he removes his pants and underwear fully.

There, sitting like a King, hair still slicked back, tattoos on display, with this dick standing, leaking with need. I go to get on my knees, but he stops my actions,

“No, none of that right now, I need you right fucking now.” I nod, leaning into him to kiss him once more. He helps me resettle on his lap, and I grab ahold of his dick, stroking him a few times before lining it up into my entrance. He helps lower me onto him. 

“Fuck, baby, wait,” I say as he strains me open. 

“I know, I know, you're doing so good for me. Taking me so well,” He says as I fully ease into him. I look down to see him fully in me now, fuck did I miss this feeling. 

I begin to move up and down his shaft, setting my own pace. 

“Fuck, look at you. You're so tight, baby. So good,” Gator says as he leans back, taking a video. I grab the phone from him and switch the camera. He wasn’t the only one who used the videos and photos for pleasure. I slow down, but Gator begins to thrust into me. I position the camera to get our bodies. I hear him grunting and getting more breathless as he thrusts into me.

“Fuck Gator, you know how good this feels, fuck right there,” I say into his ear.

He has one hand on my ass, kneading it, then he snakes the other to my clit. I feel his rough fingers graze over the sensitive bud. He begins to move his rough fingers in a circle. I scream in pleasure.

“There you go, take it,” He says, “Take it like a good girl.”

Overwhelmed with the sensation, the relief of being with him, I cum around him. He feels me spasming around him, this only fuels his thrusts more. I’m in a overdose sensation of bliss, Gator now following and cumming in to me. Feeling his release, his hips stutter, his grasp on me tighten puts me at a euphoric stage. I collapse onto him and he falls back into the bed. 

“Holy shit,” Is all I hear before I drown out the world and only listen to my favorite song. The heartbeat of my lover.

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