#frat!tyler

[730hook]

Frat!Hook HCs

Tyler is the president of the Sigma Chi chapter at Bucknell

But he was also on the lacrosse team

Through the every Thursday late nights Sig Chi threw, y’all got to know eachother

To the point where you could get into the Sig Chi house and nobody would care, knowing you were here to see him

Your friendship got to the point when met you kept clothes in his room

And he let you spend the night if you got too drunk

You practically lived in the frat house, staying there 24/7

Of course, the morning after, if you didn’t have anything to wear (or if your clearly slutty top was soaked with vodka) he let you wear his hoodies

Y’all shared a few hugs, cuddles, and even kisses

But when it comes to that, y’all are simply friends with benefits

Though as the story goes, y’all fall for each other and he evidently becomes a softy

Lo and behold, you ended up dating the president of Sig Chi at Bucknell

NSFW

Now, when y’all do the nasty

Believe me, you’re usually the one wearing his hoodie

It consumes you

Hell go down on you like the sunset with a hoodie on and the staple backwards cap

With his chain dangling in your face

Doesn’t care how loud you are. Wants his brothers to hear how good he is

Will go on for at least 1 hour

Usually before or after chapter

Or before the late nights

Made sure everyone knew you were his

With many many hickies on your neck

#hook #hook aew #aew hook #send hook #tyler senerchia #aew #hookaew #frat #bucknell #sigma chi #sig chi

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Princess - Frat! Tyler Galpin x FEM! Reader

Literally all I can think about is Frat Boy! Tyler. OMFG I need him out of my head.

Summary: As the presidents of Alpha Sig and Theta Chi, you and Tyler have to Co-Host the annual ASA/THETA CI Halloween party together

Warnings: Tyler is a bit of an ass, language, smut, mirror sex, Dom Tyler, unprotected sex (USE PROTECTION PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!) not proofread!! 🫣

You ran over your mental checklist, checking to make sure that everything was set up perfectly for the annual Alpha Sigma and Theta Chi Halloween dance. 

As President of ASA, you had more responsibilities than others, having to overlook food, music, drinks, and decorations. Your duties were supposed to be shared with the Theta Chi President, Tyler Galpin, but you had guessed the guy, whom you hated, had no plans to help you out., even though the party was at his fucking frat house.  

Your phone buzzed. 

where r u???? we were supposed to start getting ready 40 min ago!

you typed a reply to your best friend.

Tyler never showed. 

what an asshole

You laughed at the message before doing one last check that everything was in place. 

As you turned to leave the big room that was designated for the party, you saw Tyler in the doorway. He was looking around the room, at all of your hard work, that he would more than likely take credit for. 

“Looks good, Princess.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname he’d given you freshman year. His signature pretty smirk stretched across his lips sent a flutter through you. 

“Thanks for helping, dickhead.” You pushed past him. locking the door to the mansion. 

The two of you stood in silence with him smirking at you and you glaring at him. 

You knew he was going to bring up the duo costume you were required to do, and Tyler, being Tyler, had basically forced you into being a Prince and Princess. 

“Can’t wait to see you in what I picked out.” 

That was another thing. In the midst of you doing all the heavy lifting, Tyler got costume duty. You had yet to see what he had chosen for you to wear. 

“Tyler, I swear to GOD-” He stepped closer to you, his large hand reaching up to move a fallen strand hair behind your ear. 

“Don’t worry, Princess.” His voice was low and smooth. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” His eyes glanced down at your parted lips and then back to yours before winking. “After you, M’Lady.” He let you pass him as you walked down the stairs of the frat house, decorated to a “T” for the spooky holiday. “See you tonight!” You got into your car and drove the short way to the ASA house. 

...

“Holy shit.” You stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a pale pink princess costume, complete with a fully boned corset. Your friend stared at you, mesmerized by the gorgeous dress Tyler had picked out. You had feared Tyler was going to give you a slutty nurse costume or something like that, but he had, of course, surprised you. It fit you like a glove, the sparkly pink corset extenuating your waist perfectly. You had pinned up your hair in a pretty updo and topped it with the beautiful gold gown Tyler had given you. Complete with your simple but pretty makeup, you looked like a million bucks. 

“Holy shit! Galpin has great taste.” You couldn’t help but blush, your cheeks mirroring the color of your dress. Your friend was dressed as Dorothy, the rest of your friend group completing the Oz gang. 

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, wondering what you would look like next to him. Maybe even on his arm... 

“Fuck.” 

You had to get there early to welcome the guests and you were already running late. Your phone buzzed.

I’m outside, princess. 

You had to reread the message Tyler sent before replying. 

What?

What kind of prince would I be if I didn’t take my princess to the ball in a carriage?

“Tyler’s outside.”

“What?”

You showed her the messages and her eyes widened.

“Shit! What do I do?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Go!” You glare at her and she shrugs in reply. “He’s hot.”

When you got to the main entrance of the house, you paused. Through the window you could see Tyler and an actual fucking coachman. Tyler had rented a horse and carriage ride for the two of you.

“And here the lovely lady is.” His devilish smirk was back, contrasting the large gold crown atop his head.

You had to admit, he looked handsome in his costume, a white medieval blouse with a dark blue cape attached to it, a fake sword sheathed at his waist.

You fought off the little voice in your head that said he always looks handsome.

Tyler held his hand out to you as you got closer to the white carriage. You couldn’t help but blush under his gaze as he took in your costume, suddenly nervous.

As we settled into the carriage, Tyler leaned into your ear, whispering in a low voice that gave you goosebumps, “You look absolutely beautiful.” His hand was still holding yours from when he helped you into the carriage but neither of you let go.

You’d assumed that Tyler would have the coachman go straight to the frat house and when you asked he said,

“What kind of royals would we be if we didn’t make a grand entrance?”

“Tyler we have to be there fir-“

“Don’t worry, M’lady. It’s handled.”

After a carriage ride through a nearby park, the party had been going on for around 40 minutes and Tyler asked the man to bring you to the house.

Your heart beat when the driver slowed down, the horse coming to stop in front of the grand staircase. Once again, Tyler helped you like a gentleman. As you walked up the steps, his hand slipped from yours which made your heart sink, just a bit.

The wide doors were open, the music blasting, sorority girls and frat boys everywhere.

Your breath caught in your throat when you felt Tyler’s hand on your lower back, guiding you further into the large room.

To be honest, you had felt like you were in a cliche. Like in a Disney movie when everyone stops to watch the beautiful girl, or in this case, you and Tyler.

His hand gripped you a bit tighter and he pulled you closer to him.

A group of girls in skimpy costumes immediately formed a half circle around Tyler, telling him how great the party was. You tried to slip from his grasp to go find your friends but Tyler pulled you back into his body.

“Thanks ladies, but you’d have to thank my lovely Y/N for the party. After all, my little princess planned everything, didn’t you?” You suddenly felt shy in his presence, like he was forcing you to be praised, which, in a weird way, was attractive.

“Yes.” Was all you could manage out. But, it was clear that the girls were only interested in Tyler, and not the decorations you had meticulously hung around the space.

“Alright girls, I’d love to stay and chat but M’lady needs a drink.” He flashed his million dollar smile and led you away from them.

You felt so awkward. Having spent the last hour with your rival who was undoubtedly also whom you had fantasized about for four years. It felt surreal. You downed a shot of Tito’s, not wanting to think about it anymore.

Of course, because of course he had, Tyler had hacked your Spotify and added a slow song to the party playlist you had curated. When you heard the music your eyes widened, embarrassed that you had forgotten to double check your playlist. You hadn’t realized that the floor had cleared and that Tyler was standing in the middle of it.

“Y/N.” You looked to your friend, frantically trying to find the device to change the song.

“What!??”

She motioned with her head to where he was standing, causing your mouth to fall open. Everyone was watching.

Tyler held his hand out to you, grinning.

“Girl if you do not dance with him I will kill you wi-“

You cut your friend off by slowly walking to meet him.

“May I have this dance?” You rolled your eyes before placing your hand in his.

“Yes, you may.” His grin widened and he pulled you in close, placing one of his hands on your back. You brought your free hand to his shoulder.

”Everyone is staring at us, Tyler.” 

“I’m pretty sure they are watching you, babe.” 

“What? Why?” Tyler’s hand left your waist to tilt your chin up to him, his thumb just barely touching the bottom of your lip. Your breathing went ragged. 

“Because you look fucking gorgeous.” He opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped himself. He brought his hand back to your waist and smiled at you. 

Of fucking course Tyler could dance. Except for actually fucking sucking, he was perfect. More people took to the dance floor with their dates, which made you more comfortable.

Tyler could feel you relax in his arms. He removed his hand from yours, bringing it to your waist, pulling you in closer. You now were swaying awkwardly with your hands hovering over his chest. He was trying not to laugh at your flustered self, your cheeks pink and how you wouldn’t make eye contact with him. Tyler knew he made you nervous, hell that was the reason he was such an ass to you, so he could watch the effect he had on you. And dammit if you didn’t have the same effect on him.

He wanted so badly to dip his head and kiss you but knew it probably wasn’t the best idea. 

“Sweetheart just put your arms around my neck.” Your heart beat faster at the new nickname but you did as you were told. Unfortunately, this meant that when you looked up, you were basically nose to nose. You watched, mesmerised by him, how his eyes travelled to your mouth, how his tongue darted out a bit to wet his, the slightest tighten of his grip around you, how when he looked into your eyes once again, his pupils were blown and his smirk was back. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

You cannot be turned on right now. Not by Tyler Fucking Galpin!

The universe seemed to read your mind and the slow song ended, leading you to unwrap yourself from his grasp. He looked a little startled as you smoothed out your dress. 

“I gotta go find my friends.” Before he could respond, you were gone, leaving Tyler alone amongst his drunk classmates. 

You had been successfully ignoring Tyler, your heart, and the slight ache between your legs for the past few hours, mingling with friends, being a good host, ect. 

Suddenly you felt a presence behind you and thinking it was Tyler, you didn’t turn around. 

“Do you wanna dance?” A voice that did not belong to Tyler surprised you and you turned around. In front of you stood a blonde guy, dressed as Fred from Scooby Doo, who you vaguely remember seeing at other parties. The first thing you thought was 

He is not as attractive as Tyler.

Not wanting to be rude to the guy you agreed and followed him to the dance floor.

The two of you danced to the upbeat music, his hands resting on your waist. 

You forgot about Tyler for the time being, getting lost in the music. It felt nice, dancing with someone random, having fun.

Unbeknownst to you, Tyler had been watching you dance with your new friend. He was pissed. He had been so generous. Bought you a very nice dress, rented a carriage for the night, slow danced with you at a fucking frat party, and this is how you were thanking him? He was glaring daggers at the blonde guy who you had been grinding on for the past minute. Tyler snapped when the guy turned you around, trying to pull you in for a kiss. 

“Oh fuck this.”

He hightailed it to where you were, wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling your back against his front. 

You were startled to say the least, ready to turn around and slap whoever just grabbed you but when you heard Tyler’s voice in your ear, your heart stopped. 

“The fuck do you think you’re doing Princess?” His lowered voice sent shivers down your spine. Tyler’s eyes locked on your dance partner who was standing in disbelief at the two of you. 

“Listen man, I didn’t know she-” Tyler interrupted him. 

“Get the hell out.” He didn’t wait for a reply, promptly turning the two of you around. His large hand grabbed yours, leading you up the stairs. 

“Tyler! Where are we going?” You tried to shake your arm from his grasp, but he just tightened his grip. He led you into what you figured was his room. “Tyler we were just dancing!” You jumped as he slammed the door. 

“Oh really?” His fingers grazed your arms, his hot breath on your neck. “You were just dancing with him?” You look up and realize that you are in front of a mirror. Tyler’s eyes are on yours. He still looks devilishly handsome, his crown sitting perfectly atop his head. 

You, however, look flushed, from the dancing, your cheeks reddened, your chest straining against the tightened fabric of the corset, the tiara on your head slightly off center. 

Tyler’s eyes scan down your body and you feel his hand travel to your lower back, right on the tie of your corset, playing with the strings. You can hear the music from the party downstairs but all you can concentrate on is Tyler. The heat radiating off of his body, the featherlight touch of his fingers on your waist, the way his eyes were locked on yours. 

“Were you avoiding me,” his voice lowered as he dipped his head further into your neck, “princess?” Suddenly, Tyler pulled you flush against his body, causing you to gasp. “Answer me.” You had to look away from him, far too embarrassed to hold his gaze.

“Yes.”

Tyler laughed. 

“I’m gonna ask you a few questions and I’d like you to answer honestly.” His hand slides up your waist, up the fancy pink fabric of your corset, skimming over the hot skin of your chest, and up to your chin. Tyler tilts your chin up with his fingers, bringing your gaze back to his before his hand settles gently on your throat. 

“Do I make you nervous?” His mouth was right by the shell of your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. All you could do was nod. “Use your words, princess.” Heat rose to your cheeks. 

“Yes.” Tyler grinned. 

“Now why is that, baby?” Your body subconsciously reacted to his words, rolling your hips back into his ever-so-slightly. He chuckles and his lips graze your neck.

“Be-because I…” His eyes lock on yours through the mirror again, a evil grin spread across his lips.

“Because you…?” His lips return to your neck, finding a spot to behind your ear, pulling it between his lips. You gasp, your hips rolling back into his again.

You remain silent, because you are embarrassed, you tell yourself. Not because you are too enthralled in Tyler’s movements. His hand on your throat tightens and your eyes meet his.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Your arms erupt with goosebumps and you are certain Tyler can feel the heat radiating off of you.

Still, you don’t answer, hoping to remain neutral to his touches.

“Hmm.” You can see a wicked glint in his eyes. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck the answer out of you then.”

Your eyes widen at his vulgar words but you can’t help your body’s reaction. You can feel him, all of him, pressing into your back.

His mouth returns to your neck, his lips and teeth finding any available skin to mark.

You try to conceal the sounds that are coming from your mouth, to no avail. Tyler already knows the effect he has on you. The effect you have desperately trying to avoid the entire night.

“Tyler…” His lips leave your neck and you turn to look at him. You take him in, his beautiful eyes, his swollen lips, his permanent smirk, and the fucking crown that seems to be superglued onto his perfect hair.

His gaze locks onto your lips and your heart races.

Before you can finish your sentence, his mouth is on yours. Tyler’s kiss is hungry. You moan into his mouth and feel him smirk.

Not breaking the kiss, Tyler turns you to face him. You barely register the fact that he’s backed you up against his door. Your hands travel to his face, bringing him impossibly closer while his bring the fabric of your dress up. You break the kiss when you feel his touch on your bare thigh.

“Oh what’s wrong, Princess?” Your blush is permanent and you can’t meet his eyes, only watching where his hands have come to rest on your skin. “Afraid that I might find out how you really feel about me?”

Yes.

You want to say it.

You could feel your arousal. And soon, Tyler would too. And his suspicions would ring true.

“Just say it and it will be so much easier, princess…” One of his hands leaves your thigh to return to your neck, bringing you to meet his gaze again. “I’ll give you what you want either way.” Your thighs squeeze together, Tyler’s hand caught in between them, making him laugh. “Sweetie you’re only hurting yourself here. The quicker you say it, the quicker-“

“Tyler, please.” He stops at your words.

There is silence for a few seconds.

“I need more than that baby.” His hand slides up your thighs, making you gasp.

“Fuck.”

“Oh a pretty lady like you shouldn’t use words like that. Try again.”

You glare at him and suddenly his knuckle drags against your core. You spasm, struggling to keep the curse words from leaving your mouth.

You look at him again and the fucker is grinning.

“Tyler…” You pause to collect your thoughts, and whatever is left of your dignity before continuing. “I’m attracted to you. And I don’t want to be so I was- I was avoiding you.”

“So you like me?” The grin hasn’t left.

You don’t respond right away so Tyler brushes his knuckle against you once again.

“Yes.” You whisper.

“Would you like me to touch you now? I think you earned it, don’t you, princess?”

You can’t help but nod.

He’s gone from your vision in less than a second, on the ground between your legs.

You could take a picture, Tyler Galpin in between your awaiting thighs, a crown sitting atop his head while he looks ready to devour you whole.

His hands slide up your thighs to your underwear, which you had matched the best you could to the corset he’d provided. Tyler groans as the lacy pink fabric comes into his view.

You step out of your panties, wobbling a bit on your heels, but Tyler steadies you. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulders, taking you in. You flush at the fact that you can feel yourself practically dripping for him. You make eye contact with him once more before he dives in.

Tyler’s mouth latches onto your clit, sucking it like his life depends on it, making you let out a strangled moan. Your hands grab onto the back of his head, pushing him further into you. Tyler’s tongue licks up your cunt, dipping into you slightly before swirling around your clit. You gasp, unable to find words, and so he does it again. And again. You feel your release coming, tugging tighter on his hair and his mouth latches onto your clit again, sucking it through your high.

Your gaze travels to the mirror where you see yourself against his door, gasping for air, while Tyler is seeking purchase between your thighs. The sight pushes you over.

As your euphoria hits you, Tyler’s younger is there, making sure he gets every last drop that comes out of you. You struggle at the sensitivity but his grip on you tightens, forcing you to his mouth.

When he’s sure he has licked you clean, he stands, grinning again. He follows your gaze to the mirror.

“Oh… little princess likes to watch herself get fucked, now does she?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before pulling you closer to the mirror, placing your hands on it.

“Don’t move.”

He stands behind you again, gaze on yours while he pulls your skirt up. You hear him undo his belt and zipper. You close your eyes.

“Eyes on me, Y/N.” Your eyes open instantly, finding his in the reflection of the mirror.

And suddenly, you feel him. You have no idea what to expect, not being able to see him, but your body is ready, cunt dripping once more.

“Count of five?”

You nod.

“Five. Four. Three-“ Tyler thrusts into you, one hand gripping your waist, the other next to yours on the mirror.

“Asshole!” You struggle to adjust to his size, trying to calm your body down after he went two seconds too early.

“I’m full of surprises.” He slams into you again, eyes locking in on yours.

His hand once again finds your clit, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger as his hips slam into yours.

You desperately try to contain the noises, but how can you when you are watching him fuck you like that? The sight of him alone could make you come. The two of you, a prince and a princess, the gold crowns sat atop your heads, a perfect match.

You moan his name as he pinches your clit, coming once again as he groans into your neck.

“God you’re so fucking pretty, baby.” He keeps drilling into you, fucking you through your high while chasing his. You watch him in the mirror, head hurried into your neck, his strained hand on the mirror, fingers barely touching yours, his other hand deep within the fabric of your dress.

Tyler spills into you, letting out a deep “Holy shit.”

His head leaves your your neck and he grins at the sight of the two of you, mostly you, too fucked out to care about what comes next. You whine as you feel him pull out of you, zipping his pants back up. His hands return to your waist, pulling you back into him.

“So girlfriend, why don’t we go rejoin the party?” He kisses your neck, leading you to the door.

“Tyler… give me my underwear.” He grins.

“You know what, princess? I think I’ll keep ‘em for now. That way if you talk to another guy, you’ll feel me dripping down those pretty thighs of yours.” He winks at you before leading you back down the stairs.

:) god I’m so goin’ to hell.

#tyler wednesday #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin wednesday #wednesday #wednsday addams #Tyler Galpin x reader smut #frat! tyler Galpin

[siremasterlawrence]

The Frat Initiative Part 7 - 8

Chris, Sebastian, Ian, Brenton, Henry and of course Colton have been vying for my super and glorious attention as they don’t deserve it.

Everything has been amazing up until now as I sit in my throne Chris and Henry stand at my side on guard to protect me for any threat.

The other four fall to their knees in awe and all due respect for me when I can hear light shard of glass hit the floor crushing into a million little pieces.

Chris springs in to action taking stance he so ready to fight despite his way too hot and expensive clothes and that designer hair cut of his.

Henry is a bad ass military guy top gun hit the level trigger happy motherfucker a man amongst men so aggressive he annoys me most times.

The lay on firm hand on my chest grasping me ever so tightly I pinned to the wall so no one can even approach me which is hot on so many levels.

I am in exhilarating swing upward in utter excitement so hyper now I can’t wait to see what unfolds as Henry has wicked smile on his face.

Chris is flowing side to side his skin is super tan glowing in a nice peach color to it their hands are like weapons with more powerful energy.

Henry took a step forward taking a key from my hand placing it in to the key hole he is in turning the key then pops it open lifting a gun from it.

He flips the gun in to one hand then throws another gun for Chris who would be extreme in his apprehension of using one if I had not need his protection.

“Who could that fucking be? Check it out guys.”

“Who should go Master?”

“Sebastian and Ian be careful “

“Always”

“As you wish”

“Chris and I will protect you “

“You only need me”

“Asshole!”

“Guys stop!”

“Fine!”

“Sorry sir”

“Ian report “

“Master found the culprit”

“Master it is Sebastian here”

“Report then”

“FREEZE”

“ FUCK!”

“YES! WE GOT HIM!”

“I am so proud of you “

“Thank you sir” in unison.

“Who are you?”

“What are you seeking?”

“You are evil, who are you?

“How dare you enter my home”

“I am a reporter”

“Fuck this”

“Inject him”

“No stop!”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Check his wallet”

“Yes Master”

“His name is Stephen Amell”

“He is a reporter”

“I know him”

“He lives around here”

“Master look at him”

“Out the window “

“He has a camera”

“What are you waiting for”

“Get him dumbass”

“We will all go”

“Hurry up assholes”

“I am surrounded by stupidity”

“Idiots”

“Master Lawrence “

“We are across the street “

“Sneaking behind him”

“Drop the camera”

“Now”

“What did I do?”

“Invasion of privacy for one”

“Wait a second “

“Grab his neck”

“Inject him”

“Hell yeah!”

“The process is begun”

“His cock sprung”

“He is turned down”

“Yes, Master Lawrence “

The end

The Frat Initiative Part 9 - 10

Tyler Ray Michaels is the happiest man alive at this point having a successful magazine and is involved with a wonderful guy.

“Something is off with house.”

“I could crack the case “

“My magazine could go public”

“They call him Master Lawrence “

“I’ll sneak in”

“Here I go”

“Fuck! They spotted me “

“Run…run”

“You sneaky bastard “

“I knew it “

“I told Master about you “

“Block him”

“I’ll go the other side “

“Got you “

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because this is a cult “

“A cult! You honestly believe that?”

“You fool”

“You have no idea”

“He is our Master”

“You are a punk”

“A nobody “

“A nothing “

“Tape his mouth”

“Use the rope to tie him down”

“Carry him in”

“The rest “

“Drug him”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“I love you too”

“Tyler?”

“If you want him “

“Who? Who is this?”

“My dear “

“Tyler is unavailable “

“What did you do to him?”

“I freed him”

“What?”

“I saved him”

“Take absolute control “

“Set him free”

“What is that noise?”

“Listen to it “

“Wwwaaaa”

“Here the sound “

“Calming you “

“Feel the power of my voice”

“Reverberating”

“Over and over “

“Your mind descending “

“Collapsing to the void “

“I am all that matters”

“Your mind swirls away”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“STOP”

“Give in”

“Succumb “

“Falter”

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

#stephen amell #tyler hoechlin #chris wood #robbie amell #mind control slaves #mind control chip #hypnosis #robot #android #The Frat

[dyscomancer]

i know this is a take as cold as liquid nitrogen, but Fight Club is a good movie

#haven't seen it in years but dang #i know this is the most elementary frat boy opinion ever but like #it genuinely is solid especially if you don't interpret Tyler as an endorsement #from the desk #dysco watches

[galvanizedfriend]

Episode 13 of season 2 of TVD and Tyler has been violent towards Caroline at least four times. He attacks her, advances on her, shoves her against the wall and a car. Most of it happens *before* he finds out she’s a vampire, once *after* she risked her life to help him through the full moon. Which she does exactly one episode after he calls her vain and superficial.

Caroline sits with him through his nasty transformation when it could’ve literally killed her and he lets he get tortured by Arrow and his wolf friends. Istg that piece of shit.

And that’s not to mention the time he beat the crap out of Jeremy when he stopped by to say he was sorry about his father, or the time he tried to *drunk rape Vicky*.

And it will not stop there, cause I remember him being violent to Caroline after the two of them got together as well.

I’d forgotten how awful Tyler was. Jfc he’s the worst! 🤮

#yokan watches #tvd #anti-Tyler Lockwood #such a spoiled abusive frat boy #and he keeps it up all through his relationship with Caroline #he’s nicer to Matt than he ever was to her #Ugh 🤮🤮 #in other news caroline and Stefan were super cute as friends #why did they ruin it by giving her yet another boyfriend who doesn’t give a crap about her sigh #they should’ve remained tight besties till the end

[pinkpastels113]

Yeah I can’t see them reconciling. I feel like Brittany is gonna fall back into the thick of LA life and her career and he’s gonna remain set in his OC bubble and nothing will have changed.

Plus there’s already rumours circulating that Brittany has been on Raya the last few weeks and he’s also on a dating app.

He started chasing fame and notoriety, she wanted a regular guy who wasn’t in the spotlight. Unless one of those things changes, I can’t see this separation being reversed.

The fact that they have to take time away to figure out if they are living their most fulfilled authentic (emphasis on the authentic) lives already speaks volumes. If you were truly that happy and fulfilled and you were really being your authentic self, you wouldn’t have to work on this or question it.

The word authentic in itself makes me believe that they weren’t being true to themselves whilst in the marriage and I think that’s what inevitably drove them apart. He wasn’t happy in LA living her lifestyle and she wasn’t happy in OC living his lifestyle. If those two things don’t align, it makes for an unbalanced, unhappy situation.

The whole statement didn’t read like a “we’re working on ourselves and taking time” piece to me, even though those are the words they used: I think it was more a carefully worded PR spin to soften the blow back against him after weeks of destructive headlines and social media blow up from his appearance on the show.

The fact that she’s been inundated with support while he has had to shut off the comments section on his post, says a lot about the poor choices that have been made.

but hey, those are just theories, and we are just fans, am i right :)). some of us can even say that they couldn’t even see brittany date tyler in the first place, let alone get married, for two years, so who knows? maybe you are right and they won’t be back together, maybe they will. love and emotion and even the idea of familiarity and comfort is a very illogical thing, so even the simplest of logic sometimes is not totally accurate to what actually happens. obviously i am a major advocate for do NOT get back together with someone who makes you so sad and unhappy that other people who don’t even know you personally are genuinely worried and concerned for you, but there is only so much i can say on my end before it just becomes background noise to what actually happens. i appreciate you coming to me with this tho, it makes a lot of sense <33

#wenz can talk #anonymous #anon asks #brittany snow #tyler stanaland #been around a lot of frat boys lately in college and tyler kind of reminds me of a grown up one

[loviingpedri]

playboys don’t play - marc guiu

prompt: college parties are his thing, but soon you’re the life of his party.

warnings: cursing, drinking, suggestive content (not smut, but just some making out and physical touch), probably some cheesy stuff

credits to owners for all images.

just to clear things up, you weren’t a total loser in college. you loved going out with your friends. the only difference is, you knew how to maintain your grades. this semester has taken over your life very negatively. your friends never saw you anymore, and you only said 5 words to your roommate every single day.

there was only one solution. going out to a party. don’t get me wrong, therapy is very considerable as well. yet, parties are free and a nice stress reliever. your friends practically forced you out of your dorm. you loved going out, but never to places where the entire college is attending.

this party was a celebration to the college’s first soccer game this season, ending in a successful win. it was hosted by the one and only, marc guiu.

it was only his first year attending college. boy, did he gain a quick reputation. every single girl wanted him. during conversations before your classes, his name would start echoing. loud sounds of laughter and shrieks from people as he walked past. rumors flew about how many girls he’s been with, but nobody knew if they were true. constant talk in your friend group of bets on who gets to be the lucky girl he’s going to be with tonight.

you couldn’t lie to yourself. he was very attractive. he gave you sweet smiles across the class, maybe a few winks. in return, you gave him a ‘what the fuck’ face. you were in denial that you wanted him too.

“y/n is looking hella good today.” one of your girlfriends whistling as you put on your red lipstick.

“about time you took a break from your glasses. those contacts look really nice.”

overwhelmed with the compliments, you replied with a simple thank you. nothing like a tight and short black dress with gold jewelry.

arriving to the party, you and your friends were greeted with flashing lights. your friend group consisted a mix of girls. some popular, some casual, some nerdy. all that matters was a healthy friendship.

welcomed with shots being poured down your throat. you were still shocked at how beautiful the soccer teams ‘frat’ house was.

mingling in with the people, you couldn’t help but make eye contact with marc. his soft brown eyes looking at you and slowly noticing every detail of you.

“who are you staring at?” hector came up to him, causing the eye contact to break. you turned around to socialize with people and make more friends.

“nobody.” marc cleared his throat. trying to gain his normal thoughts, hector could see through his lies.

“you were staring at y/n, weren’t you.”

“no. i wasn’t. what are you talking about.” he shook his head repeatedly. marc had feelings for you ever since he laid eyes on you. he hated when rumors came around about him with other girls because the only person he wanted to be with, was you.

“marc, it’s time for you to tell her. im sure you don’t want any other guy on her, right?” as hector said the last sentence, he pointed at you talking to another guy who was obviously flirting with you.

“maybe i will. don’t worry about it.” marc walked away to get a drink as hector shrugged him off. nothing like getting him riled up just so he can be more direct towards you.

more games came around. such as beer pong, and your favorite, spin the bottle.

people sat in a circle with an empty beer bottle in the middle. first few spins landed on some of your friends.

“maria, truth or dare?” your friend, livy asked her.

“truth.” some people shouted boring, but the game was just getting started.

“is it true you hooked up with tyler?” sounds of ooo’s and gasps were heard. rumors flew around here, and this was the perfect time to get them straight.

“it is true.” maria laughed it off. the secret was finally out. considering maria was your roommate, you knew all the details of that night.

“alright, next.” livy’s boyfriend spun the bottle. slowly passing up marc, it landed on hector.

“truth or dare, hector?” hector gave a soft smirk. this man was always up for a challenge.

“dare.” it’s a tradition that the first dare of the night had to be the most memorable and the highlight of the party.

“i dare you to make out with kaitlyn.” damn, this game was getting hot. nothing like a time to rekindle high school sweethearts. especially when hector missed his ex girlfriend from his junior year. kaitlyn didn’t mind, she wanted him back just as bad.

hector stood up slowly and went up to her. both of them start making out, leading to many people trying to separate them after awhile.

“alright, next person.” hector spun the bottle. it made two laps and spun past you twice. it slowed down and pointed directly at marc.

“marc, my best friend, truth or dare.” hector patted him on his back.

“dare.” marc’s soft smile made you smile.

“i want you to spend 7 minutes in heaven with the next person it lands on.” all the girls made eye contact with each other. some of them were determined to have the bottle land on them.

“deal.” marc spun the bottle as fast as he could. slowly and slowly, the bottle landed on you. hector gave him a nice smile and a few laughs. you slowly stood up as marc was looking at you in disbelief.

“get up marc. you know you want to.” you were scared. you doubted anything was gonna happen since this would be the first interaction between the two, but this was definitely not how you saw yourself for the next 7 minutes. everyone followed you and him upstairs to his room. hector opened his closet door. luckily it was clean. "have fun." hector closed the door and now you were alone with marc. with the only light coming from his room through the little cracks of his door.

the next 2 minutes were just in silence as both of you sat on the ground. it was awkward, and you wanted to try and talk to him. yet, he looked terrified.

soon, he spoke, "i'm sorry y/n. i didn't wanna make my reaction look like that."

"you're fine. i thought you hated me for a second." trying to ease the tension, marc knew it was time to listen to hector's advice.

“no, i don’t hate you. it’s actually the opposite. i know this sounds weird, but i actually have a crush on you.” this was the first time someone ever confessed to you directly. maybe the first time someone even confessed. you were in pure shock trying to process what he just said.

“i thought you had a girlfriend.” marc sighed, knowing you were gonna bring up the rumors.

“i swear i’ve never dated anyone. you’re the only one i have feelings for. i know you’ve heard and think i got with almost every girl here, but i can promise you i didn’t. y/n, i’m being so serious to you. i’m not the playboy you think i am.”

you moved your body closer to him as he looked at you. he waited patiently for a response. “that’s actually pretty sweet of you to say. i’m not gonna lie to you either, but i think you’re attractive too. it’s just, i think we need to take some time to get to know each other.”

“that’s understandable. i’m just glad you got where i was coming from.” you made eye contact with him again. this time, you were closer to his face and you could see his eyes glisten at you. you looked at his lips, then his eyes.

one second led to another, you were now fully making out with him. you were straddled over his lap as your tongues continued to dance. his left hand placed on your ass, and his right traveling around your body. you kissed his jawline, then to his neck. he wanted his full attention on your lips though. he was holding your cheek as the night became needy.

unexpectedly, the door opened. you got off of marc and stood up to fix your dress.

“i see someone had fun.” hector winked at marc as he helped him stood up. walking outside, everyone was shocked. you looked at marc in confusion, only to notice your red lipstick was all over his lips, neck, and jaw. marc looked at you, and did not expect to see your lipstick smudged.

everyone left the room as marc wiped off some of your lipstick, and gave you one last kiss.

#football x reader #football fanfic #football imagine #barca #fc barcelona #fc barca #spotify #marc guiu #marc guiu x reader #marc guiu imagine #marc guiu fanfic #hector fort

[730hook]

besties, how would we feel if I dabbled in some fanfic and wrote about Frat!Hook? Lowkey thinking about it🤔

#hook #hook aew #aew hook #send hook #tyler senerchia #aew #Frat Hook #sig chi #Fiji #frats

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

As much as I love writing for Rafe, I am in a slump. I am in dire need of requests for other sexy men.

Steve

Edmund

Enoch

Tom

Tyler

Rodrick

King Ben

REQUEST PLEASE!!!!

#steve harrington #stranger things #tyler galpin #tom riddle #rodrick heffley #steveharrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #tom riddle x hufflepuff #tom riddle x you #tom riddle smut #tom riddle oneshot #edmund pevensie #narnia edmund #narnia smut #Narnia #edmund pevensie x reader smut #edmund pevensie x reader #frat! tyler galpin #tyler wednesday #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin x reader smut #enoch o'connor x reader #enoch x reader #enoch o connor x reader #enoch o'connor smut #enoch o'connor #rodrick smut #rodrick heffley smut

[shadesslut]

talk me through it

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Grunge!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Smut, cheating, slight angst)

Summary: After Y/N broke up with him, Ethan had been a mess, and he was determined to get her back.

(a/n: Btw, if any more drama comes up with Jack, I'm probably gonna stop writing for Ethan depending on what it is:/)

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Two years. It had been two years since she broke up with him. Ethan had been an absolute mess over the past two years. He missed her, he missed his old self. Ever since she broke up with him, he hadn’t kept up with the role of the ‘nerdy shy guy’. He was different. His face contained fresh piercings, his arms were covered in tattoos, and hair was cut into a mullet. He started wearing grungier clothes too, anything black or ripped, he wore. She got a boyfriend around three months after they broke up; he was a guitarist, Marc. Which is why Ethan completely changed his appearance. 

She changed too, her outfits became more sluttier, more revealing. She replaced her jeans with mini skirts, and her sweaters were switched out for crop tops and camis. Not that Ethan minded the new look, he actually loved it, which was code for he jerked off to her instagram posts every night. The unfortunate thing was that he wasn’t the one making her feel good anymore, her new boyfriend was. 

He didn’t see her that much, only at parties. That’s where he saw her, dancing and swaying her hips with her boyfriend. Ethan was fuming in the corner of the living room of the random frat house he was in. He stood next to his friend, Tyler, who he had met after the breakup. 

“I don’t know why we come to these man,” Tyler complained, taking a drag out of his cigarette. Ethan didn’t answer, he only continued to glare towards Y/N. Marc’s hands gripped her ass under her skirt, and Ethan wanted to kill him. “Hello? Earth to Ethan?”

Tyler snapped his fingers in Ethan’s face, causing Ethan to snap out of his thoughts. He played with his lip ring with his tongue, and he yanked Tyler’s cigarette out of his hand. “Sorry…but can they get a fucking room or something? No one wants to see all of that shit.” Ethan spat out. Tyler sighed as he looked over to Y/N, already knowing who Ethan was talking about. 

Marc glanced over at Ethan, before practically sucking on Y/N’s face. 

“Fuck this,” Ethan muttered as the couple left to go outside. He grabbed Tyler’s wrist and dragged him onto the porch. He spotted an old couch, and sat down, pulling Tyler down with him. Tyler blushed slightly, falling onto Ethan’s leg. Ethan’s eyes scanned over the people hanging out in the lawn, and he spotted them. 

“You got a blunt?” Ethan asked Tyler, pulling his legs on his lap. 

Tyler rolled his eyes playfully, and he reached into his back pocket. “Do you have to ask?” He teased, handing Ethan the blunt. Ethan smiled and took the weed, instantly feeling the stress roll off his shoulders as he lit it and took a hit. 

Y/N looked over at the two boys, full of a jealous rage. Marc was talking to a friend of his, and her mind was only focused on Ethan…and the boy she didn’t recognize throwing himself on him. She missed him, she knew breaking up with him was a bad idea, and she never told him the real reason why she did it. She wanted to, she was going to recently, but Ethan had…changed. She could barely recognize him now. 

“So, about the other night,” Tyler trailed off. Ethan had his arm around Tyler’s shoulders, and his leg was lifted up as his heel rested on the railing. 

“Yeah, what about it?” Ethan mumbled, holding the blunt in his mouth. 

“When you said you didn’t know if you liked boys, did you mean it?” Tyler asked nervously. Ethan knew about Tyler’s obvious crush, but he never said anything about it. Mostly because he liked the attention. Ethan nodded, still staring over at Y/N. “Do you wanna, I don’t know, try with me?”

Ethan’s head jerked at Tyler. Was he finally trying to make a move? “How so?”

“W-We could kiss?”

The truth was, Ethan already knew he liked boys too. His freshman year, he was practically in love with his roommate, Chad. Tyler was cute, but he wasn’t Ethan’s type. It wouldn’t matter if he was anyways, he already was so obsessed with Y/N to be even remotely attracted to anyone else. His eyes flickered to the hand on Marc’s, which rested on her waist tightly. “Sure.”

Tyler’s eyes widened and his cheeks reddened. He slowly raised his hand to Ethan’s cheek, and looked at his lips. Ethan groaned and looked away from Y/N. He closed his eyes, pulling Tyler towards him and pressing his lips against his. Tyler whined, reaching his hands into Ethan’s curls. Ethan moved his tongue against his, and he peeked over at Y/N. She was staring at him, her brows slightly furrowed. He smiled, and he grabbed Tyler’s hand and placed it on his dick. 

Tyler gasped, but didn’t dare move his hand. Ethan was hard, and it wasn’t because of Tyler. His hand rubbed against his pants, and Ethan moaned. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” 

Tyler’s hand stuttered, and he pushed Ethan off of him. “Ethan what the fuck?” He yelled. Ethan only, yet again, looked at Y/N, who was marching back into the house. 

He muttered an apology to Tyler, before shoving his legs off of him and following Y/N. He sniffed and wiped his nose as he followed her up the stairs. 

She turned back, and she stopped in her tracks angrily. 

“Do you need something?” She spat, annoyed. 

“I need to talk to you.” 

“Piss off,” she muttered, continuing to walk up the stairs. 

Ethan grabbed ahold of her wrist, pulling her back towards him. She cursed at him, and he only softly pressed his lips to hers. She struggled at first, seeming to not want it, but she knew deep down, she wanted it more than anything. She finally moved her lips against his, moaning at the feeling of his piercing grazing her lips. 

He pulled back, and he rested his hands on her hips. Ethan smiled brightly, probably the first genuine smile he’s had in awhile. She smirked and grabbed his hand before leading him into a room. 

His hands instantly found her tits as soon as the door closed. She gasped at the contact. Ethan kissed down her neck, marking every other patch of skin. He reached down to her skirt, and he flicked his eyes up to her. She breathed heavily as she stared at him, patiently waiting like the good girl she’s always been for him. 

He smiled, and reached under her skirt, hooking his fingers on her panties. He pulled them down, smiling it was a pair he got her. 

“Couldn’t get rid of them, huh?” Ethan teased, swinging the pair around his index finger. She shook her head. 

He chuckled. He reached over to the door, cracking it open. He hooked the panties on the door handle, then shut the door closed again. 

“So he knows you’re being fucked like a whore.” Ethan smiled innocently up at her. 

Before she knew it, he had dragged her onto the bed, positioning her to sit on his lap. He chuckled dryly as he grabbed ahold of her hips roughly, and he began to grind her against his bulge. She moaned softly, trailing her hands up his chest to his neck. 

“You miss my cock?” He grunted. “I missed your pussy.” He whispered in her ear, reaching down to unzip his jeans. 

She whined, “Mhm,” and took off his shirt, immediately latching her lips onto his bare neck. Her eyes flicked down, scanning over his chest. He had tattoos covering his whole chest and stomach; some being different objects. He had bat wings in the middle of his pecs, and she moaned, tracing her finger along the outline. 

“Fuck,” 

“You like them?” Ethan asked softly as he watched her with adoration. 

“You’ve changed,” She noted, finally meeting his eyes. 

Ethan tilted his head at her, softly smiling. He raised his thumb and gently pressed it to her bottom lip. “So have you.” 

She looked at him sadly for a moment, before kissing him sweetly, continuing to grind her hips into him. 

“I want you to ride me, baby.” Ethan whimpered against her lips. She only laughed and reached down to take his dick out of his boxers. She raised her hips to hover over his dick, and she positioned him to tease his head at her entrance. 

They both gasped at the feeling of each other. It had been way too long. She sunk down on him, fully taking him. Ethan was in pure pleasure. The grin on her waist could cause bruises. She slowly, but surely, began to ride him. Her hips rolled smoothly over him, and she held one hand on his, while the other held his neck. 

“You always fuck me so good, baby. Shit,” Ethan praised her. He leaned his chest against hers, and he kissed the hell out of her. 

He breathed her in, all of her. He wanted to take all of her within him, to keep her away from everything else. Because she was his, and she was only his. No one else’s. And she knew this. Her hips moved faster, and she slightly bounced up and down, making her boobs bounce along. Ethan whispered sweet nothings in her ear. He loved talking her through sex. 

“E-Ethan-“ She whined, throwing her head back. Now Ethan began to thrust his hips upwards into her, only earning more whines from her. He only stared at her full of love, his hips thrusted, his hands moved her hips, and his lips spoke soft praises in her ears. 

“I’m gonna cum so deep inside of you baby. Make sure you’re leaking cum out of your pussy for days.” 

She felt a knot twist in her stomach, and she let go, screaming Ethan’s name as loud as she could. Ethan’s eyebrows furrowed, him finishing not too long after she did. 

The two panted, foreheads pressed together. 

“I love you,” She whispered. 

Ethan looked at her surprisingly. 

“That’s why I broke up with you. I was scared; scared I was gonna fuck it up with the one person I truly loved.” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ethan cooed, swiping a strand of hair behind her ear. She sniffled, wrapping her arms around Ethan’s neck. “I love you too,” 

“Can you go back? Go back to the nerd I fell in love with?” She begged. 

He laughed slightly. “Anything for you, my love.” She smiled, kissing him softly. She knew she was in deep with him, and there was nothing she could do to get out.

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion #ghostface x reader #ethan kirsch #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry imagine

[kushblazer666]

edm in the 90s: the two baldest belgian men ever to walk the earth team up to release three songs under the name “Jessica Boombox”

edm now: northern virginia refugee fLuZZ (real name tyler childress) is the hottest name among frat pledges who just took pressies that are 90% meth

[gretavanlace]

Debauchery Defined

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, masturbation, dirty talk, dangerous situations, oral sex (m/rec), illegal activity (traffic related), etc. jake in a hat briefly - cause that shit deserves a warning. Probably typos, excessive italics as per usual, blah blah blah

“I’m sorry, sir, I have nothing under the name of Kiszka.”

The bored attendant, slouched upon a stool beneath an Enterprise sign, doesn’t even have the decency to sound mildly apologetic.

The sign is bright. Too bright for the hour. Too bright for the weary, sleep deprived, burn in your eyes. Just too bright.

Judging by the furrow in his brow, despite his ever present sunglasses, Jake shares your contempt for the fluorescent glow.

“I made a reservation days ago.” You reiterate, spelling his last name once more. Turns out, it’s a lesson in futility, as the clerk doesn’t even bother to type it in.

“I told you,” he snaps, fixing you with a glare. You sense he thinks it reeks of authority. It doesn’t. “There’s no rental reservation. Spell the name all night long if you feel like it, but it isn’t going to change anything.”

Jake, in a smooth rush, is leaned in closer - serpentine and quick in his movement. Yet, calculated, careful, eerily calm in that unsettling way he adopts when irritation is trudging toward anger.

His warning comes quietly, but it bears a menacing aura all the same. “Speaking to her that way is ill advised, I can promise you that.”

Your hand finds his arm, stroking soothingly through the worn hopsack of the blazer he layered on, hours ago, before your flight. “Jake, it’s alright.”

Never aggressive just for show, and certainly never overtly so, when Jacob feels someone is crossing a line with you, he is quick to polish his armor - a knight sweeping in to save his damsel in distress.

He relaxes visibly beneath your touch and navigates back to civility with a deep breath.

“Alright…” he flicks a glance at the name tag that rests crookedly on the other man’s shirt “Tyler. So you don’t have the reservation - we need a car. You have cars. Simple. Why is this an issue?”

He’s tired, and cranky…a long day of travel has leeched the patience from his bones.

Tyler, likely used to overwhelmed travelers frequenting the airport kiosk, remains unimpressed. “I have one available vehicle. Luxury class. Reserved for our most discerning clients.”

Jake rolls his eyes, clearly teetering on the edge of asking this asshole if he’d like to taste the back of his hand. “As it happens, I am discerning. How lucky for us. We’ll take it.”

Papers are signed, keys are exchanged, and finally, you’re schlepping through the hall leading to Parking garage B7, as instructed.

“Luxury for discerning clients.” He scoffs, hefting his bag, and yours, over his shoulder, though you continue to insist you can share the load.

His battered guitar case swings against his legs as he stomps along, “What an asshole. S’probably some boat of a Lincoln or something…I’m gonna look like a pimp.”

The wide-brimmed hat cocked low over his shades will be most fitting, then, won’t it?

Laughing at his dramatics - not so different from his twin, after all - you watch the doors whoosh open to reveal a deserted sea of concrete. Deserted that is, save for one lone sports car waiting beneath a flickering light.

You both stop short. “Or a frat boy douchebag.”

“Frat boys can’t afford cars like that.” You correct, nudging him to get moving.

He picks up the pace dutifully, “So, just a douchebag, then?”

“Yes, yes, Jacob…you’re very refined and everybody knows it.” You tease, ever the soft heart for his antiquated flare. “If anyone sees you, we’ll just explain that your horse and buggy are in the shop.”

His eyes rove across the lines of the car as you approach. Slyly sweeping over the glossy, black curves, almost hidden below the mysterious shadow of his hat.

“I’ll drive.” He mutters as if it’s no big deal, startling your feet to a standstill.

Never, not once, in the entirety of all the time you’ve known him has he ever offered to drive. In fact, now that you’re exploring the subject, you don’t think you’ve ever even seen him so much as graze a finger over a steering wheel.

“Do you…” you pause to collect your jumbled thoughts. “Do you even have a driver’s license?”

It seems strange, all at once - that you’ve never wondered about this before.

“What?” He laughs, finally shaking off the annoyance he’s been wearing on his shoulders for a few too many hours.

You wait while he presses a button on the key fob, opening the trunk with a smooth hiss, asking “well, do you?” as he dumps the bags, and his Gibson, inside.

You’ve seen him present identification hundreds of times, but you can’t recall it ever being anything but his passport.

“Purse in the boot or up front with you, darling?” He asks with an exaggerated swagger and flourish.

“Stop avoiding the question, Jacob.” You sigh, folding your arms as he slings your purse over his shoulder, abandoning Oliver, and moving to open the passenger side door for you. “Do you or don’t you?”

He waits until you’ve settled and then bends at the waist, offering a forehead kiss, and a secret. “I don’t. You wanna break a few rules with me, hall monitor?”

You feel your eyes widen as if he’s just confessed to casual murder for sport.

But you tamp it down and take hold of some perspective, this isn’t murder. Still, you don’t like it.

“Jake, don’t drag me into your debauchery. If you want to endanger the lives of hundreds of unsuspecting motorists, you can do it alone.”

In response, he swings the door closed and jogs around the sloping, gleaming hood, slipping into the driver’s seat, gentle and sleek as a sleepy housecat.

“I never said I didn’t know how to drive, baby,” he tosses his hat in the back and shakes out his waves, “just that I failed to revisit the DMV when ‘the man’ said my time was up.”

“This is stupid.” You slide down in your seat, careful not to reveal how much you’re enjoying the supple leather coasting along the backs of your thighs where your shorts have ridden up.

The opulence is an undeniable high. One you wouldn’t have expected, but there all the same.

He grins to himself, face lit up, beautiful and bright, like a little boy in a toy store. “Debauchery,” his voice is smooth as whipping cream. Smoky. Lazy. Like he plays behind the wheel of a flashy Porsche every day. “Immoral behavior that involves sex, drugs, alcohol, etcetera.”

“What?” You’ve begun to relax already. He is skillfully maneuvering the vehicle through the twists and turns of the garage. Okay, so maybe he does know how to drive.

“Debauchery. That’s what it means. It isn’t this.” He waves a hand, absently calling attention to the car. “But don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, my love. I’ll have you dragged down into the thick of it soon enough.”

Leaning back against the headrest, you decide to give into his whim and enjoy the ride. It’s lovely to be able to strip off the stress of the day and let him take over the department of transportation, for once.

As you study him, with the hum of the road and the purring engine serving as white noise, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Jacob Kiszka,” you allow your grin to widen as it will, “I never would’ve guessed you’d be such a guy.”

He grabs for your hand, pleased that - as luck would have it - he has been blessed behind the wheel of an automatic…the absence of a gear shift leaves him open to holding onto you, and you are his favorite thing to hold.

“What are you on about?” Oliver pops in to say hello again, as is habit when Jake feels a bit too on the spot.

“Never once have you wanted to drive,” you remind him, lacing your fingers through his. “No matter how many times I tease you for being a passenger princess. Wave one fast car with a pretty paint job under your nose and you’re swimming in testosterone.”

A soft laugh is his only response as he coaxes out onto the freeway.

“You look good behind the wheel, baby. You know that?” Your free hand toys with a lock of his hair, smoothing it and twirling it around your pinky.

“I look good, always.” he sighs, feigning boredom as he weaves in and out of traffic to find his desired lane.

The further away from the hub of the city you drive, the more traffic begins to dissipate, until you seem to be adrift along some dystopian highway time has forgotten.

“How long?” You ask softly.

Staring out the window at the scenery whipping by sounds lulling, you might even fall asleep to it, but you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from him, and this calm, capable, skill set you never knew he possessed.

How like him to keep you on your toes, sharing bits and pieces of himself little by little. Doling out tiny Jacob Thomas shaped morsels only when he sees fit.

“Who cares how long?” He glances up at nothing in the rear view mirror. “This is nice.”

“It is.” You agree. Allowing the silence to wrap up warmly around you both again.

You watch him. And you watch him. And you watch him some more.

And you’d help it, if you could. Honest. The timing is most inappropriate. Not to mention, likely a little dangerous, but something about watching him command all that power beneath his hands has you weak. Submissive. Needy.

In moments of weakness in the dark, you’ve confessed that you feel the same watching him play. The way he makes love to his well worn and loved guitar. The way he coaxes sex soaked wails and whines from the strings, working his fingers faster and faster along the frets until the climax crashes apart, exploding into sound where there once was quiet.

The way he talks to her, the way he loves her. The way he knows her body just a little better than he knows yours, or even his own. It all makes you a bit jealous in the most decadent way. It makes you eager to showcase your worth as well, to sink to your knees in service to this god walking around amongst men.

He holds a brand new power and you want to slink into his lap and mewl like a kitten starved for attention. Instead, you settle for moving in closer, brushing a feathery kiss against his neck, nuzzling into the crook of it, unabashedly brazen with your want.

“Hello, my love.” His eyes never stray from the road, but his hand wanders your thigh, welcoming you. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m wet.” It’s a simple admission, but the way you hush it in his ear causes his cock to stir. It takes so little from you to pluck at his edges until he’s unraveling at the seams.

“Why’s that?” He adjusts in his seat, spreading his thighs just enough to make your head spin. “All I’m doing is driving a car. Is that all it takes?”

“Sometimes.” You sound pouty. It’s hardly there at all, but he hears it and he loves it. His spoiled rotten sweetheart.

“Well, I’m a little busy, love.” He slides his hand higher, silently wishing you had chosen a skirt today. “But you go on and be sweet to that pretty pink place I love so well. I miss your pussy, baby…it’s been such a long day. Miss the way you feel, the way you smell, the way you taste. I want you all over my face, fuck. Touch yourself.”

“Right here in the car?” You suck his earlobe into your mouth and the nibble over it as if he is an indulgent treat, because he is.

“Yeah.” He nods, grip tightening around the steering wheel, “Right here in the car.”

Maybe some other time you might toy with him a bit, dangle the string just out of his reach, but you’re further off track than he is at this point, so you shimmy out of your shorts and slide out of your sandals to rest your toes on the dash. Your knees fall apart as your fingers disappear into your panties with the tiniest moan when your fingers brush over your clit.

“Aren’t you such a good girl?” He pats at your thigh in praise, burying his grip into the soft, warm flesh there. Filthy, fucking dirty little thing, touching her pretty, wet cunt in a car we don’t even own just because I asked. So good, baby. Who’s my well behaved, darling girl?”

Sometimes you think his need to praise you rivals your own deep-rooted lust for receiving it.

“I’m your good girl.” You breathe, writhing slowly in your seat, drawing in the scent of sex and Italian leather, laced with the faintest hint of his cologne. It has faded with the hours, handing the spiced teakwood over to something a little more Jake…this is when you love it best.

“Then be my good girl and come over here. Come see me, sweetheart.” He extends an arm, casually inviting you in. You know what he wants, and you plan to give it to him.

For a moment, you're both illuminated in the golden glow of headlights traveling along across the median…he looks like the slickest snake masquerading as an angel. A serpent in the garden, ever tempting and cunning.

It’s all a front, as you well know. A role he plays when he wants to make you quake with desire. His heart is soft and kind, ever mindful of others, ever stuffed full of unending empathy and thoughtful love.

Unbuckling your seatbelt with a click that makes him frown, you slide over to the very edge and toy with the clasp of his belt, panting hot little puffs of breath against his flushed cheek, if only to stir him up further.

“You want that?” He lifts into your touch so you can feel how hard he is, all for you.

“Yeah,” tiny pecks of your lips chart his jawline. “Yeah, I want that.”

“Say it.” His fingers are in your hair now, curling into a loose fist near the nape of your neck, pushing you down. “Say you want my cock. Say where you want it.”

You’re hurrying now, tenderly fumbling with the buckle, hungry and desperate for it. “I want your cock, Jake. Want it in my mouth…in my throat.”

“Fuck…” it growls out of him strangled and tangled up with hot, salacious, greed. “C’mon, baby.”

You long to preen with pride; he wants it so badly, so suddenly - but there are more pressing matters at hand.

Both hands on the wheel now, he watches as you sink down around him, swallowing him so deeply, and with no real warm up, that you gag, sucking him down further anyway as you retch and sputter around his length, throat both fighting the intrusion and pining for more of it.

“Slow down.” His warning grits out through his teeth. He didn’t want to say it at all, slow is the last thing he wants. He wants to float off into it, stare focused and sure on the road, thoughts lost in the way you sound fighting around his cock, sucking and lapping over him, dying for just a little more, just another taste….

You shake your head adamantly, sending your soft, wet tongue slicking back and forth just along the base, nearly nudging at his balls as they tighten up for you. Every reaction his body hands over is all for you. Always for you.

“Fuck, baby,” his right hand drops to pet at your glossy hair as he fucks up into your kiss. “Gonna make me cum in that pretty little mouth. Feels so fuckin’ good. You want it?”

Nodding urgently, you bury your nose into the soft path of hair that trails below his belly button, choking until your throat is squeezed around him, strangling the thick head of his throbbing cock.

He’s twitching against your lips now, straining and pulsing, fucking throbbing. Obscene and depraved. Perfect.

“M’close, baby,” he’s murmuring raspy, stuttering, pleas as his grip tightens until your scalp stings blissfully. “Keep going, just like that, so close…baby, baby, baby, fuck…”

He’s whining and babbling, broken curses and hissing encouragement that barely makes sense. You couldn’t love it more.

Hollowing your cheeks, you suck hard on the updrawn and then relax your throat, plunging him straight to the back of it in one harsh go with a guttural sound that makes his thighs jerk.

You feel the slight hitch in the gas as he loses his footing on the pedal, and soothe him with a palm swept under his shirt until you can feel his heart hammering against your palm.

He regains focus - you can feel it - and then whispers a soft, “Thank you, sweet girl.” Grateful that your wits have prevailed when his own were waning.

You linger at the base, licking at what you can with his heavy weight cradled in your tongues embrace. He flexes violently, and you brace for it, gluttonous for the warmth of his release, and with a groan and gasp of your name, he doesn’t disappoint.

“Gonna cum, baby,” oh, he sounds so pretty. Trotting out the tiny whimpers that are saved for when he’s really lost in it. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, dontstopdontstopdontstop, fuck fuck fuck—“

Your taste buds dance with him, alive with the delicacy that is Jacob. So warm and perfect, covering your tongue, rolling down your throat, until you can feel him inside you, really inside you, in the way you love most.

He’s a mess above you, but you carry on until he is whining with overstimulation and begging you to stop, lightly pulling you away until you can just barely lap over his glistening tip as he softens against his splayed open pants.

You know he’s thinking of all the ways he plans to return the favor when he can properly get his hands on you, but as he catches his breath beside you and steals glances at you tucking his beautiful cock away, you feel completely, totally, blissfully, satisfied.

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[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Beach Bod Swap

"Tyler, hurry up you lameass!"

I quickly ran through the crowded beach to the shallow water where my fraternity brothers were about to take a group picture. I've always hated them but I really can't leave because it'd ruin my reputation. Once you're pledged to a fraternity, you can’t just easily leave and with the way my brothers are, they’d get revenge if I tried. So I'm stuck with a bunch of assholes. I don't even know why I joined in the first place, I should've known I wouldn't fit in.

"Hurry up and take the pic so we can get on with our lives!" One of the brothers yelled.

"All right, all right."

They set up a tripod, one guy placed a phone on it, we all got into position, but a second before it snapped, the guy on my right shoved me into the water.

"Hey!" Upon seeing the photo, everyone laughed their asses off at me flying through the air.

"Ha! We're keeping this one!"

We went to the beach to have some fun but all I felt was misery. While it's true the frat did encourage me to better myself physically, giving me a diet plan and exercise program in order to look my best, it was all for their reputation, not for me. All I have for myself is a pretty sick bod with abs. It's one of the only things I'm proud of.

I walked over to my beach towel, intending to relax the rest of the trip when a fat old guy approached me as I sat down.

"I saw that you know."

"Saw what?" I looked up at him but could barely see his face past the enormous belly and man tits.

"The way they treated you. Sounds like a bunch of assholes."

"Yeah well I'm stuck with them so..." I thought he would walk away after that but instead he stood for a minute.

"I may have something that will help you, if you want?”

“Whatever.”

“Then here lay down." He pointed at my towel. I had no idea what he was talking about but I laid down on my towel, only because I was going to do that in the first place. Maybe he'll go away now. I closed my eyes and started to relax. After a minute I decided he was gone...until I felt someone put their hands on mine.

I got up suddenly, ready to throw punches at this pot-bellied weirdo, who was probably about to violate me, when I realized something was off. I...couldn't. It felt like there was a heavy weight on my chest preventing me from getting up. The man was nowhere to be seen so I looked at my chest to see what was weighing me down, my eyes widening at the sight.

There was no weight on it, I AM the weight! My abs were completely gone and had been replaced with a flabby mass. I could see my nipples rolled to the side facing outward, since they were now attached to a saggy pair of man tits. They were kinda big too, and stuck out way further than my old ones ever did. Without hesitation, I went and touched them. It was wild. I didn't expect my nipples to be so sensitive since they were so far out from the rest of my body, but the sensation was like a surge that went straight to my dick...oh shit my dick! I couldn't even see my own swimsuit anymore! This chubby gut is completely blocking me from seeing my own dick! I tried sitting back up, but couldn't.

I ended up rolling over, feeling the gravity force me onto my stomach, only it didn't feel like I was on my stomach. It felt like I was laying on a marshmallow, while still being able to feel the sand on my torso. I groggily got up on all fours and managed to get onto my feet.

I stood there, still feeling weird. Suddenly, I felt a rush of humiliation and awkwardness. Everyone else looked so thin and full of energy, and I'm just that fat guy on the beach. The kind of guy I was always kinda silently judging. How did this happen though? And where did that old man go? I-oh god. It can’t be?

I rushed to the nearby restroom, feeling my belly and tits flopping around all over, a pretty disgusting sight that felt unsettling. I walked over to the mirror and found my horrors had come true. I AM the fat old guy! I leaned in closer and touched my face all over. I pinched my double chin, wiggling it back and forth. I ran my fingers through my colorless hair and found that most of it was in patches, as the bald spots almost took over completely. I opened my mouth to find all yellowing teeth, with shiny aluminum crowns replacing a few of them. I looked down at my body once again, now being able to see it in the mirror, and played with my tits as I watched them wobble and sag. I did the same with my belly, feeling the jiggle as I shook it up and down.

I can't believe this is actually happening. Is this that guy's way of helping me? Turning me into a different person to escape my fraternity brothers? I may not have liked my life but I did like my body! Suddenly I felt a vibration from my pocket. I reached in to find my own phone...not this old man's. An unknown number was calling me.

"Hello?"

"Hey man!" The voice sounded awfully familiar.

"Who are you?"

"It's me! You! Well, you now! This was my way of helping you!"

Oh god, he not only transformed me, he swapped our bodies entirely! That voice is my voice! He's trying to copy my way of speaking but it sounds all wrong.

"How is this helping me at all? I was a young fit college student. You turned me into a fat old man!"

"You didn't like your fraternity brothers did you? I swapped our bodies so you can escape. Shame that I had to be so ugly though...that hurts."

"Hey, look I'm sorry! But swap me back!"

"Sorry, no can do...at least not right now. I think I can do a much better job at standing up for myself than you ever could. How many more years of college do you have? Two? See you in two years then! Oh, and I'm sure you've noticed already but those nipples are extremely sensitive. I've been pumping them for awhile in order to get a more sensual experience. Maybe you can continue that!" He immediately hung up after he finished his sentence.

I'm sure my frat brothers are still on the beach, but if I try to return to them looking like this, they won't believe it's me! Maybe that guy's right. 2 years doesn't sound so bad actually. I won't have to deal with them anymore and if what he said was true, he could give me a much more assertive reputation for after I graduate!

"I guess that's a deal then." I said, absentmindedly rubbing one of my nipples. God that does feel good though. I headed into the stall and starting jerking. I couldn't see my dick and it was a little hard to reach anyway, but rubbing just one nipple was enough to give me all the pleasure I needed to reach max stiffness. The nipples were so sensitive that I actually stopped jerking entirely to rub both of them with my hands, feeling my man tits jiggle with every rub. I didn't stop getting hard even for a second and was able to cum without my hand even touching my dick! I was never able to reach a nipple orgasm with my old body! I could get used to this...

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[kissitbttr]

since reader and mig r so big on music i like to think they have debates abt it sometimes 😭😭 definitely turned into an argument somehow fr 💀💀 (not a serious one thouu)

“Tyler the Creator!

“Kendrick!”

“Tyler. The. Creator!”

“Nooo, you are not listening to me! Kendrick. Lamar!”

“Tyler literally won a grammy for his IGOR album! It was considered to be the ultimate success and became top of the billboard charts!”

“But did he sit down and scored an interview with Ice Cube, DJ Yella, MC Ren?? Nope. He didn’t !”

It has been like this for twenty minutes. Which it was all started something innocent with this or that music edition, only for it leads to the two of you having a bicker on which rapper produced the best music and album,

In the kitchen. Where his frat brothers could hear.

“God, someone needs to fucking duck tape both of their mouths” Carlos groans, rubbing his face. “They’re giving me a headache”

“You know they fight over the dumbest thing? Last week was about a cereal”

“The cinnamon toast crunch and special k? Shit, and i thought my girl was insane”

“Yeah. I swear my head was about to explode” Glen shakes his head,

“I think it’s true love, to be honest” Beck chimes in, looking over at the two of you with a small smile,

You are standing behind the counter while Miguel stands in the opposite, continuing the non-stop banter.

“And as for the grammy?! Kendrick won one too for his DAMN album! So your opinion is invalid, muneca” Miguel shrugs, throwing you a winning smile,

your arms are crossed over your chest. “Nooo, it’s not! Besides, Tyler is creative”

“So is Kendrick!”

“Tyler managed to actually add a touch of jazz to his music. Makes it more smooth and tranquil like! He literally improved that all ever since the Odd Future days. You know that he got the praise for making younger audience hooked with jazz?”

“New York post! Legit called Kendrick as the greatest rapper of our generation. Black Panther soundtrack features Mr. Lamar himself. His music literally speaks so much. About politics, cultures, societies, etc. That man himself, is a masterpiece!”

“Tyler is funny. Kendrick not”

“What the- what that has to do with anything?!”

“I like funny men”

He frowns, taking an offense to that. “I’m funny”

“You’re dad jokes funny, Miggy. Tyler is stand up comedic funny. Like Dave Chapelle”

“Okay now you’re breaking my heart, muñeca”

#frat!miguel

[gojos-thot-patrol]

i DEFINITELY want more Frat Boy Sukuna!!! 😍😍😍😍

Oh man, you're twisting my arm so hard here nonnie, what ever will I do?

I guess I'm just going to have to post some headcanons and frame work I have for the up coming part 2 (Of which you can get on the tag list for it: here!) Oh! And if you want a refresher, you can find Seven Minuets in Heaven Here!

Now Presenting...

Some supplemental reading if you will ;)

Ok, lets start with just some basic information on our boy

Hes in the Alpha Beta Omega frat, or the ABO frat. The entire Frat is very quick to point out they’ve been around longer than ABO when you bring it up, minus Ryomen. 

He just tells you he’s an Alpha and asks if you’re trying to be his Omega. It normally gets whatever reaction he wants

He’s majoring in business against his will (Remember this: It will come up) with a minor in he’s really about: History

If taking over his fathers very lucrative business (Again: This will come back up later) fails, he wants to be a history teacher.

He often bonds with Nanami over hating their shared major and being annoyed with Gojo and Geto making out in the most inconvenient places.

He sells drugs on the side to supplement his income, but nothing harder than weed because “Weeds not even a drug when you think about it.”

Is known for being the biggest manslut in the manslut frat. But hey, at least he gets tested regularly. 

Ok, so now I want to start with a little bit of his background because it informs a lot about how I characterize him.

He’s Yuji’s older brother by about 4 years. Both of them look almost exactly like their father. The man really said Ctrl C, Ctrl V, Ctrl V. 

Their father left when they were 7 and 3 respectively. Yuji doesn’t remember, but Ryomen very clearly remembers how horrible their father was to their mother. To him, it was a relief when that asshole finally abandoned the family for good.

The family moved in with their Grandpa, who was one of the very old school “I will only tell my kids I love them on my death bed” types. He also died when the boys were only 13 and 9.

Meaning our boy never really had a good role model for how to perform masculinity, and now that he’s an adult he finds himself pretending to be the type of man media told him he was supposed to be. Somewhere between Tyler Durden and Joey Tribbiani. He doesn’t think he’s very good at this performance. 

The moment he turned 16, he started getting piercings to try and look less like his dad. The moment he turned 18 he got his tattoos to really separate himself from his father. Yuji thinks it’s insane, but Ryomen thinks it’s worth it to be able to look in the mirror without wanting to punch it.

His father reached out to him his senior year of high school. He offered to pay for 100% of Sukuna’s college tuition, as long as he majored in business and took over the “family” company once he graduated.

Yea, turns out dear old dads new wife couldn’t conceive, and his smoking had finally caught up with him in the form of lung cancer. Faced with an inevitable death, he was desperate for an heir. 

Ryomen may have despised his father with everything in his being, but he realized how stupid it would be to throw away not only a free education, but also a guaranteed career. So he agreed.

OKAY now that that’s outta the way, let’s get into how he is in a relationship 😈

You are his first real relationship. He’s had “relationships” that lasted officially about 2 weeks at the longest. He’s had a plethora of situationships where he’d make promises he had no intention to keep. But as far as actually, serious, relationships you’re number one. 

And genuinely this new emotion kinda scares the shit out of him. The first time he got love pangs he thought he was having a panic attack, the first time you brushed him off he felt like he shattered. this shit sucks yo, no wonder the Greeks thought it was a mental illness.

He has no idea how to properly love someone, he’s winging this shit: Doing everything entirely based on vibes

In his past “relationships” the moment conflict arose, he would leave. He doesn’t want to do that to you though, so head it is.

I’m not joking, the moment you have an issue he’s taking you to bed to try and distract you. And he’s always shocked when you still want to, ya know, communicate about issues you’re having after the fact. And he’s always even more shocked when you don’t just leave the moment conflict arises. 

Did I mention he has no real concept of how healthy relationships work?

He’s trying though. He’s trying harder to make this work than he’s trying to keep his grades up. 

Often catches himself flirting with other girls without even realizing it, it’s just second nature to him. He’ll always disengage the moment he realizes

Oh he’s jealous. Oh he’s so jealous. He sees you just talking to another guy and he’s spiraling in his head. He’s immediately getting involved and planting hickies on your neck right in front of whoever you’re talking to, because you’re his god damn it.

As such he loves to buy you jewelry. His dad’s got fuck you money, and he plans to spend it all on you. His current favorite thing to see you wear it a dainty, golden chain, with a ruby encrustedfrat b R hanging from it. It looked gorgeous on you, and marked you as undeniably his. 

Suguru has 1000% had to talk him out of getting a tattoo of your name, this man is down so unbelievably bad. He’s never really been in love before, and now that he’s feeling it he’s overwhelmed by it.

This man really thought he was above getting pussy drunk until he hooked up with you. Now he realizes he’s is Not. At. All immune to it, and is actually quite prone to it!

Ultimately, his goal is to marry you after graduation, even though his fraternity brothers are highly against it. Not because they don’t like you, quite the contrary, they love you! But they all know that marrying your first love probably isn’t the move, and that the two of you have a lot of problems to work through. They want him to at least wait a few years before popping the question.

Still, every once in awhile he catches himself looking at rings and day dreaming about the future.

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[chaneydoll]

I GOT YOU - AUSTIN BUTLER

Frat!Austin x reader

Warnings: Intoxication, driving under the influence, angst, fluff, unedited writing

Word count: 1,812

Summary: The alcohol got the best of you at your brother's party, and Austin decides it's time for you to go home.

The thump of bass vibrated through the floorboards, making your sneakers hum beneath your feet. The air reeked of spilled beer and something suspiciously like burnt popcorn. Your older brother, Tyler, had promised a "fun night," but "fun" for him usually involved questionable concoctions and questionable company.

You take another sip of your White Claw, letting out a sigh. This wasn't your scene, not by a long shot. But you wanted to get something out of tonight, so you started drinking. Scanning the room, you spotted Tyler, already three beers deep and engaged in a beer-pong tournament with his usual posse. A pang of loneliness hit you, followed by a wave of annoyance. Why had you agreed to this again?

Suddenly, a hand landed on your shoulder. You slowly turned, finding herself face-to-face with a guy whose smile could only be described as 'toothy'.

"Hey there," he drawled, his voice laced with a hint of cologne that made you wrinkle your nose. "You lost?"

You felt yourself get anxious, a sudden loss for words. "No, uh, I was jus-" Before you could stammer a reply, a familiar figure materialized beside you, effectively blocking the unwelcome attention. "Ethan," He breathed, relief washing over your body. Austin, Tyler's best friend stood tall, his gaze fixed on the stranger with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "Everything alright?"

Your heart skipped a beat. Austin, Tyler's best friend and the object of your secret crush since freshman year, stood before you, looking like a Greek god in his white t-shirt and faded jeans.

Ethan, oblivious to the sudden tension, held out his hand to him. "Butler," he said with a friendly smile. "What's up, man?"

Austin's hand remained firmly in his pocket. "Just checking on my little sister," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "She doesn't do well in crowds." As assured as what he said made you feel better, you couldn't help your heart dropping at his label for you.

Ethan's smile faltered slightly. "Oh, I didn't realize." You could tell Ethan suddenly seemed intimidated by Austin as his gaze began to soften while he walked away. You watch Ethan frustratedly run his fingers through his hair before looking back at Austin who was leaning against the kitchen counter, his attention set on you.

"Y/n," he greeted, his voice low and husky over the music. "Didn't think you'd make it." He spoke, taking a swig of the beer presented in his hand. You look up at him with a soft smile, "Couldn't resist Tyler's puppy-dog eyes," you joked, trying to sound casual.

He chuckled, "I remember him mentioning you might come." he says. You bit your lip, "I make it when I feel like I need to," you take a long drink, "So here we are."

Austin couldn't help but smile at your drink of choice, watching as you swallowed. "How much have you had tonight?" He gestured to the can in your hand, eyebrows furrowed. You looked down too, in an attempt to recall what round you were on. You look back up at him, eyes hung low, letting out a small giggle. You truly didn't remember, but you knew you were drunk. The multi-colored led lights bled into each other, mirroring the muddled state of your own head as Austin softly grabbed the can out of your grasp, tossing it in the trash.

He turned back to you, his voice softer now. "Let's go get some air, yeah?" You scoffed once you realized he threw your drink away, and began to walk opposite of his direction to get another. Nevertheless, you were stopped by a firm grip on your arm. It was Austin, dragging you outside while you stumbled behind him, his speed much faster than yours.

As you two stepped on the porch, he turned to you, brows furrowed. "So, what was that about?" He questions, clearly still not over the brief encounter you had with Ethan. All you did was shrug your shoulders, "Maybe he didn't have anyone else to talk to and just wanted to be nice." Austin extended his arms out on the wooden railing, letting out a sarcastic laugh. "He wasn't gonna be too lonely for long had you k-" He was cut off by a loud whoop from inside the house shattering his sentence. Tyler emerged, his arm slinging around your shoulder.

"There you are, Y/n!" he shouted, slurring his words slightly. "Come on, let's get you a drink." Austin's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with something you couldn't decipher. Before you could react, Tyler pulled you back inside, leaving him standing alone on the porch, a storm brewing in his eyes.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by burning in your throat as you downed a shot of tequila.

Truth was, you were done for, adrift in a sea of alcohol. Neon strobed across the dance floor, painting your vision in dizzying bursts. Your laughter echoed, sharp and self-conscious, bouncing off the pulsating bass that hammered against your ribs like a frantic fist. You remained in a corner surrounding a mix of your brothers friends, except your feet had their own ideas. They seemed to be conducting their own drunken samba, threatening to launch you into the throng of dancing limbs. You reached a nearby table, making your way on top of it, each wobbly step shaking the legs.

Just as you teetered on the edge of social oblivion, a hand clasped your waist, steady and strong. You peeked down to see Austin, his usually playful smile replaced by a frown.

"Woah there, firecracker," he said, his voice laced with amusement but also a surprising warmth. "Gravity not your friend tonight?" His gaze held a flicker of understanding, a silent plea for you to come down. The urge to refuse was fought for as you attempted to escape his grasp.

"I'm fine!" You shout at him, pulling at his sleeve before he slung you over his shoulders. Leaving felt like escaping a burning building. The fresh air hit you like a slap, a loud whine escaping your lips as you squirmed in his hold. He fumbles with the keys in his pocket, unlocking his car. He sat you in the passenger seat before running over to the drivers side and getting in.

"Hey, I know this car," you mumble, fumbling with the plush dice wrapped around his rear-view mirror. Austin let out a chuckle, starting his car, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, I do." He stares at you for a brief moment before pulling out of the driveway and going back to your apartment.

"Where are we going?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm taking you home," he said simply. "The party was about over anyway." You frown, glaring daggers at him. "I wasn't ready to go!" You cry, dramatically throwing your head in your hands. Austin makes a left turn, "You've had way too much to drink, Y/n." He mumbles in reply. You refused to listen to him, your legs crossed away from him the whole ride home. Eventually, you were met with the building of your apartment as Austin pulled into the parking lot.

"Home sweet home," he says, taking the key out of ignition. He looks over at you to find you in the same position, attitude still present. "Come on, can't keep the bed waiting." he tells you gently pushing your shoulder before getting out. He walks over to your side and opens the door, carrying you up the rest of the way to your building.

Austin grabs your keys from the back pocket of your jeans before unlocking the door. He sits you down, making it hard for you to stand as the sleep began fight for your consiousness. Reaching your room, you flopped onto the mountain of pillows and blankets, letting out a dramatic sigh. "I'm a disaster," You groaned, burying your face in a plush teddy bear.

Austin chuckled, his voice warm and reassuring. "Disasters wear pajamas, not skirts and tank tops," he said, pulling a pair of fluffy pajamas from your drawer. "Here, let's get you changed."

You sat up, taking your top off as you flung it across the floor. Austin turns back around from your dresser, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the sight in front of him. He found his eyes trailing down your stomach, all the way down to your legs.

Austin's stomach lurched as he stared, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He shut his eyes, unable to contain the excitement sprouting in his pants as he quickly re-adjusted himself.

Even like this, all drunk and flustered, Austin still thought you were beautiful. You never seemed to notice the way he looked at you apart from everyone else, or the way he treated you as if you guys were together. Most times, you took it as him being nice, out of respect for his best friend's little sister. You tried your best to keep your school-girl crush to yourself, in hopes it would go away. But it never did.

It was easy for him to tell you felt the same way pretty early on, just by the way you were around him. He loved how nervous you got every time you guys touched, as you always tried to avoid eye-contact to prevent the embarrassment. And he loved how oblivious you were to a lot of things, like the level of drunk you were right now. His thoughts were interrupted as you snatched the clothes from his grasp, slipping them on.

He watches you intently, moistening his lips while you laid down in your bed. Patting the empty space beside you, you signal him to get in. He quickly obliges before taking his shoes off and sliding onto the mattress. Austin grabs your blanket on the edge of the bed, burrowing you in the warmth of your sheets. You let out a soft moan in relief, causing his pants to tighten even more. You turn over to face him, your bloodshot eyes looking up at his.

"Thank you for bringing me home," You smile at him, scooting closer toward him. He closed his eyes with a smile, wrapping his arm around you. "of course." His words, simple and filled with warmth, washed over you like a wave, erasing some of the shame. Austin, the guy you'd always seen as Tyler's shadow, was offering you an unexpected kindness, a safe harbor in the storm of your own making.

As the night wore on, Austin stayed by your side. He didn't judge, didn't tease. He simply talked about anything and everything while you were drunkenly rambling, your voice a soothing balm to his anxiety. You had fallen asleep not too much longer, Austin soon following, lulled by the sound of your contented snores.

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