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omegasimpsstuff · 6 months
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A Halloween to remember.
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(This is my first time writing stuff like this in 4 years so pardon me for being bad ik it will be😭 but you all said you wanted me to start writing so here we go. I definitely take requests so comment any request you have and I’ll tag you when I make it)
Warnings: smut.
I walked down the stairs, i was supposed to start getting ready for the halloween party me and Kenny got invited to, but I didn’t feel up to it. It was rare that Kenny was home due to him being on the road so much for work so I definitely didn’t wanna spent what little time I had with him socializing with other people. I walked over to him on the couch where he was on his phone.
“Do we have to go to this party?” I asked and he looked up at me.
“Why? Do you not wanna go?” He replied.
“Not really, I just wanna be with you” I said as he sat up
“I haven’t seen some of the people there in a while, so if we’re not going, your gonna have to make it worth my while” he said is a seductive voice as he pulled me in front of him. I kneeled down and noticed his bulge being bigger then usual and smirked.
“I definitely will” I said while palming him earning a groan from him. I started playing with the waistband of his shorts.
“I don’t have all day” he said in a frustrated tone.
“Actually you do” I replied and be shot me a death glare. I finally pulled down his pants, his hard cock finally free from its painful cover. I leaned my head forward and started gently kissing the head and he moved his hand into my hair.
I licked a long stripe under his shaft causing him to tighten his grip in my hair making it more like a death lock.
Once he made eye contact with me I took him in my mouth.
“Fuck” he groaned. He is so big it’s always a challenge to take him in my mouth completely but I am never one to back down from a challenge. I slowly started taking him more and more in my mouth. He threw his head back resting on the couch cushion in pleasure.
“God, your so fucking good at this baby.” But I wanted to make him feel ever better, I used my hand to cover whatever my mouth currently couldn’t. He started spewing out curse words.
I was finally starting to get close to having him completely in my mouth but apparently I was taking to long for his licking and he started thrusting himself all the way into my throat.
I could feel the tears starting to roll down my cheeks as sounds of gagging filled the living room.
“I could fuck your throat all day long” he said as he started to thrust harder. Spit and precum starting to spill out of my mouth.
“Look at you all desperate for me, you want me to fuck you like the brat you are?” He asked as I moaned in agreement. The vibrations driving him closer and closer to the edge.
The was nearly there I could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge but suddenly he pulled out.
“As good as that felt, and trust me it did. That’s not the way I want to cum” he said as he picked me up and laid me down on the couch throwing off my shorts.
“Look at how wet you are for me already, it’s pathetic” he said smugly and he slid my thong down to my knees.
He didn’t give me any warning or any time to adjust he just quickly thrusted into me and started going at a animalistic pace.
“You feel so good inside me’ I wailed out as he continued pounding into me.
“Yeah I bet I do, you’d do anything to have me slamming into you like this wouldn’t you. Your such a filthy whore. He said as his fingers found my clit having my screaming his name.
I could feel him twitch inside of me and he groaned and cursed. Spilling his seed deep inside me. Causing me to finish, my vision went white and I could almost see stars.
He sloppily and slowly kept going to ride out both of our orgasms. And then pulled out, whimpering at the loss of him.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, back to his normal self.
“It’s over” I replied with a desperate voice I could barely recognize
“Baby, that was only round one”
(OMG I NEED JESUS AFTER THAT-)
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miloomilk · 2 years
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“ so its you? “
secret admirer ! 💌
scaramouche x fem!reader | modern AU
( the word “you” is used too much im sorry)
“y/n! theres this new clothing store that opened yesterday!” was what the text read. it was from lumine, your best friend. you too were excited and wanted to check out the clothes that they were selling so you decided to go and check it out.
amazed by all the pretty looking clothes that you wanted to buy, your smile soon faded as you took a peek at the price tags to see very expensive prices. “aw man..” sighing and deciding to just go shopping another time since you were on a budget.
*click* the door opened. you were soaking wet from the strong rain outside. even though you knew it was gonna rain, you stll didnt bring an umbrella. it was a long and tired day of school. you wanted to reward yourself with maybe 1 or 2 bags of clothes but you ended up going home empty handed.
the only reason you wanted to work hard at school was to become rich so you could buy most of the things you wanted. snapping out of your imaginary state, you got up and went to the freezer to get a snack but to your surprise its empty. “wha..?” “there were atleast three apples here” letting out a soft sigh after.
all you knew was that you were on a budget, then suddenly you have no food in your fridge. having no choice but to starve yourself until you find a good paying job. scanning the streets, looking for open jobs you see one shop with only one employee. “looking for baker.. hmm ..” you were still thinking if you wanted to apply there because you already knew how to bake and of course, loved to do it but couldn’t continue because you couldnt afford it.
* bling bling * the small bells above the doorway ring as you enter. “hello, may i know more details about the open job?” asking the employee you saw earlier. “sure. here.” he hands over a paper with everything all the details. it payed.. 10k per week. the only problem is, this the first time you were gonna apply for a job so it was a bit awkward to ask. “i would like to apply” “yeah sure hold on.” the employee goes to the staff room and rings the telephone. “someone already wants to apply” “thats amazing!-“ they had a long convo but you couldnt really hear them cause they were in the other room.
the employee returns and tells you to go to a certain building at wednesday 5:30pm. “alright thats it. thanks for applying.” he said after, with a cold tone. “wednesday 5pm huh? i think i can go”
wednesday —
“i have to look my best...” you say staring at the mess you made while trying to find and outfit to wear. time was passing by quickly so you just decided to go with a trench coat and a turtle neck underneath (ik its basic idk what else to make her wear💀).
“oh so your the one who applied!” the tall man said “yeah haha...” you awkwardly reply back. “shall we begin with the interview now?” he asks” “alright” the interview went well but you felt embarrassed because you kept stuttering. “theres no way im gonna get that job” you muttered
laying in bed and listening to music, suddenly you got a text from your boss. you were nervous cause who knows what that text says. opening the text, it says : “good afternoon y/n, as of the job you applied to, you’re hired! first day of work starts next week. make sure you wear your uniform as of then. — boss” oh. my. god. you wanted to scream in excitement. 10k per week will surely be able to pay off all those lacking resources (and maybe some of those clothes)
the stress of getting hired was gone but then your social anxiety started to pile up. what if customers hate you and get made at you for getting their order wrong. “oh no..” you decided to maybe take a short nap and thatll come you down surely (it didnt) waking up to a pile of your own sweat
first day of work — ✉️
“you’re in early” he wasnt using his cold tone today but how he spoke was really bland. it was non-other than your co-worker. “is my unform okay? i just wanna make sure im wearing it properly so i dont make a fool out of myself” asking nervously. “pfft you didnt have to weark the uniform yk” he giggles at you. “but-“ “but boss said? HAHA you dont have to follow everything he says. i mean look hes fine with me wearing whatever i want so i guess you can too” he just kept making fun you “oh so shall i change then?” . “i mean if you want to i dont really care.” he says
there were a lot of customers that came that day. “my my i never knew a pretty girl worked here” a sweet old lady commented “oh haha thank you..” you say blushing. it wasnt common for you to receive such compliments. even the other customers liked you. after most of the customers cleared out, you let out a sigh of relief. “hmm perhaps we should make you a mascot so we can attract more people” your co-worker says teasing you. “hey um i never asked for your name” turning over to face him. he was leaning on the glass display case, one hand just hanging over it and one hand cupping his face. “kunikuzushi” he says accidentally. “i mean- scaramouche you can call me scara if you’re having a hard time pronouncing it.” he says nervously. “whats the other one for?” “huh?” “the other one you said uhh it starts with k” “nothing its for nothing.”
it was a long day of work just a while ago so you decided to make some coffee and watch your favorite show. while you were watching, the thought of scaras other name just latched onto your brain. why was he ashamed of saying it? was he trying to hide it? zoning out a bit, you didn’t realize the episode was almost ending already so you replayed it and decided not to think any much of it.
“good morning!” you say waving at scara. he just looks at you and rolls his eyes while letting out a sigh. instead of wearing the usual uniform, you decided to wear a knee long baby blue dress with little decors stitched on it. scara notices it and decides to make fun of you “PFFFT what are you WEARING” he says. “what about it?” “this is a cafe, not a nursery” he snickers. his laughing was unstoppable. “oh.. does it look ugly? i thought it would look nice on me” your smile faded as you faced the ground ashamed of the outfit you chose. “wait- no i meant like- *sigh* you dont need to change it, it looks fine” scara says, darting his eyes towards a wall as his face reddened . “are you sure?” you ask unsure if he was just saying that to make you look bad infront of the customers. “mhm” he replies, still not facing you.
anyways, the customers weren’t as many today. it was a normal day and you were happy about that. no stress no nothing.
“y/n when can we go out sometimeee you havent texted us in like weeks” lumine texted you and not so long after, kazuha too. “y/n, how are you? wyd nowadays?” kazuha asks. “oh sorry for being inactive guys haha i just got a job and im kinda busy” replying to the groupchat. “OHHH im so sorry y/n we didnt know 😭😭” “we are truly sorry for spam texting, we wont interrupt you anymore” both of them text. missing the days when you used to chat with them daily.
it was another busy day at work when two familiar faces walked their way over to you. it was kazu and lumine! “hello y/n! we wanted to see you again so we came here!” lumine says with a smile “aww thank you guys, but how did you know where i worked?” you replied with a confused look on your face. “your boss posted a picture of you standing next to the cake display and added the location” kazuha says with a :] face. scara just stared at all 3 of you for a second and went back to doing his work.
“theres gonna be a festival here later, wanna come with?” kazu asks “sure!”. it was the first time you didn’t have to worry about the budget since 50k was already in your wallet. “alright, see you there then, goodluck” kazuha leaves with a smile.
“who are they?” scaramouche suddenly asks. “oh they’re my friends! ive known them since kindergarten” “i see.” the convo was a bit awkward cause he just asked that out of the blue and ended it with a bland tone. strange guy.
maybe youll get to know him sometime.
“theres so many food here!” you tagged along with kazuha and lumine to a local festival. it was HUGE. there were so many people and stalls. half of your school was there too.
there were clothing stores too, so y/n being y/n, you go with lumine and ganyu to buy some clothes. there were SO many cute tops and pants and- oh my god, when both of you walked out, there were like 4-6 bags in your hands.
“someone had a fun night” lumine giggles. it was the best week ever. kazuha bought you food after. he said there was no need to pay him back though.
* ding! * it was your phone. someone had sent you a message. it was 2 in the morning so who could it be? “huh..?” yeah lets just reply to a total stranger that messages you at 2am
user1029181910 : hey
“whos this?”
user1029181910 : guess
god this dude was dry.
“umm im sorry i dont really know”
user1029181910 : haha im glad but youll find out soon
what on earth..?
“do i know you in real life?, are you one of my friends?”
user1029181910 : i cant say lol, if i do ull find out quickly
“why dont you want me finding out?”
hows he gonna respond?
user1029181910 : thats still a secret
“everything is a secret” you roll your eyes behind the screen
user1029181910 : i promise, youll find out soon :]
oh he hated using emoticons but hell do anything to make you feel safe talking to him
its been so long since you’ve seen the café, even though you enjoyed the 1 month vacation, you also missed your job.
“whats your coworker like?” lumine asked “oh well i dont really know. sometimes hes cold sometimes hes bland sometimes her okayish. his name is scaramouche by the way” you add. “hey isnt he in your class?” lumine replied “huh?” she then sent you a picture of scara sitting in your classroom. he looked really different cause he didnt have any tattoos (well he probably covered it up because it wasn’t allowed) and piercings. were you really that ignorant of your surroundings? does he know your his classmate
lumine and kazuha were busy cause they got included in a competition so they needed to study and you felt lonely so maybe you can try talking to that anon guy
“hello! do you wanna see the clothes i bought? i have lots to show”
user1029181910 : is that so? can i see?
“ * 5 attachments * “
user1029181910 : they look amazing :] i assume you enjoy shopping since thats a lot of clothes you bought
“yeah i do love shopping :]”
“also did you know-“ you sent a long text to anon talking about your day
both of you just kept talking until it reached night time
“i loved talking to you but i gotta sleep now”
user1029181910 : ohh its alright, goodnight though :))
something about this anon user just felt.. comforting.
you’ve been talking to this anon user for months now and you’re desperate to get to know more about them.
“hey since we’ve been talking for a long time already, can i know the reason you texted me in the first place?”
user1029181910 : okay look, yes, you know me in real life but the thing is, i really like you y/n, ive liked you for years.
“so you’re my secret admirer?”
user1029181910 : i suppose so, but dont go around calling me that alright? its a bit embarrassing
it was a bit obvious he had a tomato red face behind the screen
“alright dont worry :]”
placing your phone down on your bed and staring at it for a few seconds, you jumped onto your bed hugging pillows while your feet were kicking in the air. its the first time you had a secret admirer.
everytime something happens, youll message anon right away. sometimes, you think “what if im too annoying”
but actually, he enjoys talking to you a lot
it was time to go back to work now. just a day without texting anon, you miss him already.
“hello!” your usual happy self said “hi.” scara replies coldly. he also missed you, even though you never really talked to him at work or at school, he still missed you. “you went shopping?” he asks referring to your new outfit. “yeah! i went on a huge shopping spree with my friends last month” replying with a huge smile. “hm. sounds like you”
scaramouche was the barista and cashier so you wondered why he always looked so perfect. you only had one job which was taking the customers order.
“wooh.. that was a workout.” twisting your torso as you speak. “mhm” scara replies. geez hes so boring. “hey, you know i never really got to know you, wanna go somewhere next week?” you ask curiously. “go somewhere? of course not.” he says, eyebrows furrowed. “alright, sorry.” you say embarrassed. why would you even ask him? you already knew the answer you were gonna get. being a sensitive person, you always looked sad whenever you got a cold response. this made his heart ache. “actually, ill go.” scara adds. the smile forming back on your face was enough to make his heart pound.
“goodmorning! sorry im late” “its alright” scara says. “hold on i need to text someone” you reply “who?” “its a secret hehe”
“i just got here now! ill talk to you later :]” you texted anon one more time.
*bzzzt * scaras phone buzzed just as you sent that message.
“scara...?” looking up at him. he puts his phone on the table showing you the message you just sent to anon. “well who did you think it was” he says with his tongue out. scaramouche is your secret admirer! he laughed at your wide eyes just staring at him. “im sorry if i wasn’t what you were expecting” his smile faded. “well, i wasn’t expecting it to be you but im so glad its you!” you reply with a smile. his face turned a light shade of pink m. “i didn’t recognize your typing cause you always used those cute emoticons” you add. “well i used those so you wouldn’t suspect it was me” he says embarrassed. “i think its cute” you giggle.
(an) im sorry for the grammar errors😭 its my first time writing a fic this long
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aftonrobotiics · 2 years
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BOLD all that applies to your muse / ITALICIZE what sometimes applies ; FEELINGS EDITION
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tagged by : @aftontxt ( ik I haven't been active much but ty!! )
tagging : whoever would like to do this!
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CLYDE BECKHAM.
HAPPINESS. — being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laugh lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.
SADNESS. — tearing up. self hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.
ANGER. — furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.
FEAR. — wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.
EXHAUSTION. — constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.” shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.
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griba · 3 years
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ok i know i already take a long time to draw but i started a Big Project and im using that as an excuse now <3 /hj
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empower-bi-women · 3 years
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Size kink w/Jay
Word count: 1827
Warnings: SMUT SO 18+ ONLY, size kink, a bit of choking, dirty talk, light degradation maybe, swearing, and thats about it I think 
A/N: So this started off as a little headcanon the turned into a full fic with the help of @bookfrog242 so enjoy our joint 3am thirst. As always feedback is greatly appreciated :) 
tagging @littleredwing89 and @batarella cause ik y’all love Todd 
masterlist 
So we all know this man is B U I L T 
If you're small like me (I’m 5’2 and I like to think of Jay around 6’1ish) he just dwarfs you.
He found out from a night at the manor when Dick and Tim were joking around 
He walked into the room just in time to see you tackle Tim to the ground as he laughed maniacally yelling about a size kink and from the way you reacted he could guess it was you that had it. 
That night he walks into your room all casual like, just asking questions about your day when he decided to corner you
Literally.
“I have a theory about you princess, I know you said that Tim was lying but I think you’re the liar.” 
For every step that he took forward, you took back until your back hit the wall. He gave you a sadistic smile as he kept moving forward until you were staring at his broad chest. 
“Look at me Y/N” you could practically feel the rumble in his chest 
He put his large hand on your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his blue eyes “look at you, so small and cute, I could just wreck you” his hand slid down to your neck, grabbing it lightly. 
“I think you love when I get in your space like this” he kisses your neck, “you’re so close to coming all because I’m bigger,” he bites your neck, “and stronger “ he pulls your hips toward him “and I can use you as my own personal fuck toy” you inadvertently let out a moan and he smirked down at you. 
“I bet you’d let me do just about anything to you. Let me fuck you until your eyes roll back and you can’t think of anything anymore”
He peeled off your shirt and his hands palmed your chest as you let out soft whimpers at his actions, moving your body forwards slightly at the contact. 
“You’re just the perfect size for me to ruin. Looking up at me with those huge eyes acting all innocent,” he nipped at your ear,” I bet you're soaked right now princess.” 
You shook your head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right. 
“Oh really? You don’t think so?” he pulled your shorts and panties down in one swift motion before sliding a finger in between your folds. He felt your juices against his fingers and teased you slightly, smirking at how ruined you already were.
“Well will you look at that princess, I was right.”
You moaned out as he held you in place with one hand around your throat as he worked his finger into you slowly before adding another.
“Fuck Jason.” you moaned out as he just laughed at you clawing at his arms while his thumb rubbed your clit. You felt him increase the speed of his thumb slightly and moaned out from the contact, making him smirk at your helpless form “such a good girl for me, so wet and ready. I bet no one else can make you feel the way I do.”
His speed increased once again as you gasped out “it’s too much Jason I can’t.” He smirked as he felt you throb around his fingers “yes you can princess.” he grunted slightly at the feeling of his dick become harder from the sight of you falling apart at his fingers “and you will. You’ll take what I give you and be grateful” 
You tightened around his fingers as you came with a shout of his name. He kept rubbing your clit, working you through your orgasm. 
Once it started to die down he gave you a wicked grin. “Now I didn't say you could cum, did I princess?” 
You looked up at him with wide eyes, pupils blown “I’m sorry I just couldn’t hold it.” 
He clicked his tongue. “Too bad.” he picked you up and carried you to the bed in the center of the room before sitting you down on his lap. “You wanted to cum so badly, go ahead.” he gestured to his thighs, “knock yourself out princess.”  
You rested your hands on his broad shoulders before slowly dragging your hips across the material of his pants. You whimpered at the sensation of the rough denim on your oversensitive clit. 
He sat back, watching you with a cocky look on his face. Blue eyes danced across your innocent form and he couldn’t help but to stare at the way your lips seemed to form a perfect ‘o’ every time your clit dragged across his thighs. He admired the way you whined and felt something dark stir down in his core, dick hardening at every whimper that escaped your lips. He felt himself letting out slight grunts of approval every time you brushed against his clothed dick, slightly thrusting his hips to create more friction between your hips. 
Your hips moved faster as you neared your high once again before Jason lifted you off his thigh.
“What the fuck Todd.” you whined out. He tossed you onto the bed with ease. “Uh uh princess, you can speak when spoken to - understood?” You nodded and felt his thumb move across your bottom lip, bucking your hips slightly as he teased you with his knee. “No one will ever touch you again, understood?” You nodded as you watched him unbuckle his belt, but felt him pause. “What did I say princess? You’re mine. Understood?” You let out a whimper but managed a reply “Yes sir.”
He let out a low growl “good girl.” He groaned as he slid the tip in "you feel so fucking good princess." you whined as his hips met your body, both of you breath heavy as he looked down at your connecting bodies. "holy shit, look how deep I am inside you." he lightly traces the outline of himself before his large hands trail lower over your stomach before pressing down, making you cry out “Fuck you’re taking me so well princess. Look at you all swollen and soaked for me. Such a good little girl.”
He thrust his hips against yours as you sob in pleasure, tears streaming down your face. "look at you, my pretty fucking princess, all fucked out already and we've barely even started. I bet when you played with yourself you pictured me, or maybe it was Grayson. I see the way you look at him, and while I understand your thoughts about him, he could never fuck you the way I’m about to”
Pinning both your hands in one of his, he held you down as he thrust his hips at an unforgiving pace, watching your face twist up in pleasure. “Keep your eyes on me princess.” he groaned as you bit your lip, eyes fluttering open to meet his. “Fuck princess, I’m gonna cum just from the way you keep tightening around me. Such a good girl, so small but taking me so well.” He moved himself again, withdrawing himself completely before pushing back in 
“You like how I just completely take over, hm? How I make you feel like the small baby you are? Turn you into my brainless brat.” You lie there a moaning mess, not being sure whether to answer him or not. He growls “Tell me how much you love having me inside you princess.”
“I love it,” you cried out, tears running down your cheeks, “you feel so good inside me sir.” 
He stopped inside you. You clawed at his wrists begging him to move before he pulled out, flipped you over.. He grabbed your hands, pinning them behind your back.
“Jason please I'm so close.” you were cut off when you felt an exploding pain in your ass.
“Don’t know how I went this long without touching this amazing ass of yours,” he smacked it once again as you cried out in pain, “fucking beautiful. But I believe you were in the middle of begging? You sounded so pretty for me I’d hate to miss it again.” 
“Please,” your voice shook with need, “I need to cum Jason please.” 
“Aw come on princess you can do better than that,” he lowered himself to growl in your ear, “now be a good girl, and beg.”
You whined and felt yourself grow desperate, you couldn’t help but to finally let go. “Jason, I need you inside me. I need to feel your big dick hitting all the right spots, making me so wet and needy for you. I need to cum around your cock. I need you to make me yours.” 
He smirks at your desperate tone and pushes in and out without warning, you can feel his long dick hit spots you didn’t even know were possible and you love it. You can’t help but get addicted to feeling Jason inside you, your dripping walls accommodating him for his every need. 
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you just like this? Make you my little whore, thinking about nothing but me filling you up with my cum? You should have told me earlier about your little kink, we could have had so much fun.” he rubs your clit bringing you to the edge, “well I guess we just have to make up for lost time then, huh princess.” 
You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, as your walls tighten around him “Fuck sweetheart, gonna cum just from hearing the sounds that are coming out of that pretty mouth of yours.”
You whine out and grind back against his hips, “What is it baby? You can talk. Such a good girl, waiting for permission.” 
“Please can I cum, I need it so bad sir, please.” you begged through tears.
Jason let out a low chuckle at your words. “Hold it.”
You whimpered out as you couldn’t take it anymore, “Please sir, just let me cum. Punish me if you have to, just let me cum.” 
He groaned at the desperation in your voice before speaking again. “Fuck princess, so needy for my cock to make you cum. Cum with me. NOW.” 
You moaned out, tears streaming down your face and sobs leaving your throat. You felt so raw, so used. But you loved it, you wanted - no - craved more. You needed Jason to use your body, you needed to feel his cock deep inside of you at all times. You came with a shout of his name. Your vision turned white for a few moments and you swore your soul left your body. 
You felt his hot cum spurt into you, Jason groaned above you. “Fuck princess you get any tighter you’re gonna rip my dick off.” he slowly pulled out of you, hissing as the cool air hit his body. He flopped down on the bed, giving you a shit eating grin. “So, round two?” 
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peakyblindersxx · 3 years
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Hello!! Do you think you could write something John Shelby where his gf is very shy and innocent (like the complete opposite of him) like John was her first everything and after a while she asks John to be more rough with her in bed?? Like more dominant and aggressive?? Hope that made sense, thank you !!!
a\n: hey babe! ty soo much for requesting this cause i liked it so much i had to make an entire fic about it. i’m a sinner.  hope you enjoy!!
tagging my bestie @stxdyblr-2k ik you’ve been waiting love u !!
love, abi xxx
desperate - john shelby x reader 
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warnings: nsfw!!! degradation, praise kink, power play, john being sexy as fuck
John Shelby was a sight to behold in bed. From the moment he had taken your virginity, slow and sweet in your best friend Ada Shelby’s guest room, John’s touch was slow and torturous, fingertips searing into your skin as he was soft and slow with you, making you come with his mouth and hands before even attempting to broach the subject of his cock inside you. You were already his, his pink lips a welcome relief as he lapped at your cunt, obscene sounds echoing off the walls. The two of you were tipsy, the rest of the party obscenely dancing to music playing from the gramophone downstairs. John had always been irresistible to you, but you were his younger sister’s innocent friend, whom you thought he never noticed. He was surprised that you even showed up to the party hanging off Ada’s arm, clad in a light pink silk dress that clung to your curves in a way that made his mouth water. He had watched you make your way through the party, downing whatever drink Ada passed your way. Finally, he got drunk enough to make his way over to you, your eyes sparkling as they met his, gin and tonic sloshing in the glass in your hand. The two of you fell into conversation, John’s fingertips grazing your bare back, causing goosebumps to prickle on your skin.
“Having fun?” John’s lips brushed against your ear as the two of you stood at the edge of the party, at the entrance to a hallway leading to a few spare rooms. You shivered at the contact, alcohol pumping through your veins, giving you the courage to be blunt. “It’d be better if you kissed me,” you smiled shyly, looking up at John through your eyelashes. John’s lips met yours, backing you up slowly against the wall as he kissed you gently, teeth tugging at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, like you’d dreamed of so many times before, kissing him back with fervor, letting out a soft whimper. John groaned, abruptly removing his lips from yours before tugging you into the nearest empty bedroom. He shut the door quickly, lifting you up with his hands on your ass as he connected his lips with yours again, setting you down on the bed before looking down at you with dilated pupils. 
“John, there’s something I need to tell you,” you murmured, looking down at the blanket on the bed. 
“What’s that, sweetheart?” John asked, peppering kisses on your collarbone. 
“I’m-I’m a virgin,” you blurted out, a blush spreading across your cheeks. 
John stopped and locked his blue eyes with yours. “You don’t need to be embarrassed about that, darling. It’s just.. Are you sure you want to do this? With me?”
You nodded, looking up at John under hooded eyes. “Yes.”
John wasted no time in covering your body with his, kissing you harder than before. And now, here you were, back arching into John’s face as he continued rubbing circles into your clit while he devoured you. You weren’t even conscious of the noises leaving your mouth as you came all over John’s face, eyes rolling back into your head as you reached your climax. John groaned into your cunt as he watched you come, continuing his ministrations through your orgasm, causing your legs to shake. John finally stopped, chuckling as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. 
“So fucking pretty when you come.”
You blushed, as John made little work of the rest of your clothes. He spent the next hour showing you just how hard he could make you come, and you couldn’t help but let him. He was headache inducing, in all the right ways. From then on, he’d always find ways to get you alone, from in his office, in his car, in various hotels, to even in the goddamn movie theater once. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it, the way he took his time with you, and always paid attention to how your body reacted. However, you knew there was more to John Shelby than the sweetness that he showed you. You had overheard many heated phone calls; heard the rumors spread about his reputation. You found yourself longing for more. You wanted to see the dark side of John, wanted him to use you to his satisfaction.
You could hear John swearing into the telephone before you even opened his office door, the air thick with the tension of the day. You quietly slipped in, not wanting to interrupt. John stood at his desk, eyes trained on the papers spread across it as he snapped into the receiver, shooting his whiskey between sentences. His shoulders were clenched underneath his dark grey suit, making you want to run your hands across the taught muscles in an attempt to help him relax. Profanities spewed from his soft lips as he argued with whoever was on the other line, running a hand through his neatly combed hair. 
“I gave you a deadline, yeah? Now, you need to fucking deliver!” John slammed the phone down, exhaling as his eyes found you. A small smile replaced the frown that had previously occupied his mouth. 
“God, you’re a fucking sight for sore eyes,” John exhaled. 
“Could say the same.” You smiled up at him, walking behind his desk and kissing him, breathing in the intoxicating smell of his cologne. John picked you up and sat you on the desk, deepening the kiss. Before he could continue, you freed your lips from him. John furrowed his brow in confusion, but before he could say anything, you spoke.
“I need to ask you something.”
“What’s goin’ on, darlin’?” John looked slightly concerned, his blue eyes trained on yours.
You steadied your breath. “I was wondering if… you know…. you could be, um, rough with me?”
John let out a sigh, dropping his head slightly before bringing it back up to meet yours, the light of the fireplace reflected off of his eyes. his arms on either sides of you. “Fucking christ, sweetheart. Never thought I’d hear those words come out of that sweet little mouth, hm?” John grinned at you as you ducked your head in embarrassment. 
John lifted your chin so your eyes met his again. “I’ll do it, but only if you promise to tell me if it’s too much. You say stop, and I’ll stop, yeah?”
“I promise,” You replied, blushing slightly.
John smiled at you before pressing kisses down your neck, causing goosebumps to prickle. “Pretty little thing like you, wanting me to treat you like a whore, eh?” 
You shivered at his words, and John took note, letting out a low chuckle. “Look at you, getting all riled up. Barely even touched you yet sweetheart.”
“John,” you whined, and his eyes darkened. 
“Don’t be a fucking brat.” John’s harsh tone went straight to your core as he continued pressing sloppy kisses to your collarbone. You fucking wanted it, and he knew it. Your back arched into John at the mere touch of his hands and mouth. You were already so far gone, it was ridiculous.
“John, please,” you whimpered, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes, cheeks flushed. This was the look he couldn’t resist, and some part of you knew it. 
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m gonna take care of you,” John crooned, his fingers finding their way to your sopping wet core. “Jesus, Y/N, you that wet for me already? Been thinking about my cock all day, huh?”
You couldn’t do anything but nod, moaning at John’s fingertips curling against the spot that made your head spin. John chuckled darkly. “Pretty little girl, couldn’t even wait for me to get home, hm? Had to come see me so I could give you what you need.”
“Fuck,” you moaned, and John’s eyes darkened as he reached a hand up to grip your throat, making your breath hitch. 
“Watch your language, princess. Don’t wanna have to make me punish you.” John rumbled, rubbing his thumb in circles around your clit as you squirmed, nodding with flushed cheeks as you looked up at him. 
“Yes, sir,” you gasped between whimpers, as John wasted no time connecting your lips roughly. He flipped you over, shoving your skirt over the curve of your ass before entering you, groaning at the feeling of your wet heat practically sucking him in as he grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your upper half off the desk as he fucked into you at an infuriatingly slow pace. 
“You don’t even care that I’ve got you bent over the desk like a whore, huh? You that desperate for me, sweetheart?” John grunted, savoring the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you slowly. The only speech you could manage other than a fevered nod was almost a cry, and you almost could feel John grin at the state you were in. 
“Please, sir,” you managed to blurt out, aching for more from him. 
“Please, what?” John mocked, but it went straight to your lower abdomen. It was like he already knew which buttons to press to get you as riled up as possible. If you were screwed before, you were definitely fucked now. Quite literally.
“Please fuck me harder, sir,” you moaned, attempting to fuck yourself back onto him. John grinned at the sight of how eager you were for him; how willing you were to take whatever he gave you.
“Should’ve fucked you like this sooner, huh? Knew you loved my cock, but fucking ‘ell, darling,” John crooned, watching you cry out and grab for the top of the desk for leverage as he pounded into you, savoring the whimpers that fell out of your mouth. 
“I’m gonna-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as John quickened his pace, his hand toying with your clit. 
“You gonna come all over my cock, pretty girl?” John growled as he slammed into you roughly, fingertips bruising at your hips. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came as hard as you had ever in your life, body going limp as John chased your orgasm with his, grunting as he released into your pulsing cunt, stickiness dripping down the back of your thighs. 
“Fuck,” John groaned as he took his cock out of you. He reached into a drawer and produced a dry towel,  cleaning you up and pressing kisses to the curve of your back as you laid there panting, seeing stars. 
“You alright, love?” John questioned, pushing your hair behind your ear and planting a kiss to your forehead. 
You nodded, smiling up at him before he pulled you into his arms for a kiss. 
“Let me take you home and make you dinner, hmm?” John queried, pressing kisses to your hair. 
“Yeah, I’d like that,” you murmured into John’s neck, sleepy yet satisfied. 
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randomfandomimagine · 3 years
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hey can i plz request a drabble for any of the justice league guys (ik in your pinned it says u really like barry so if that’s who u wan write for go for it but if you wanted to write for someone else you can use this to do that) with a reader that is a fellow hero and they meet when the reader is invited to join the league like everyone else is
Yes, I’m so excited! I had an idea to write something similar to this anyway, so I obviously chose my boy Barry. Here it is, hope you like it! And thanks so much for requesting 😁
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Character: Barry Allen
Fandom: Justice League (Snyder) / DCEU
Tags: Love at first sight, fluff, meet cute
Word Count: 744 words
Title:  Smitten
You nearly jumped out of your skin when you exited your place just to meet face to face with none other than Bruce Wayne. He smiled a little at you, probably in an apologetic gesture.
“Hello, Y/N” Bruce nodded his head. “May we come in?” 
“If you think it’s gonna work...” You resigned yourself, going in again. However, you suddenly stopped and looked over your shoulder. “Wait, did you say ‘we’?” 
“Hi!” A young man appeared behind Bruce, dedicating you a bright grin and a wave. “I’m Barry” 
You stared at the boy, smitten by him. His grin became a goofy smile as he too stared at you. Getting back to reality, you shook your head and rolled your eyes at Bruce.
“Nice try” You muttered, walking inside and ignoring them for the time being.
“I brought him to help me convince you” Bruce insisted, walking further into your house.
“No offense, but I already said no” 
“Um... why don’t you want to join us?” Barry muttered, breaking the tension between you and Bruce.
You angrily turned around, begrudgingly facing them. Barry observed you with curiosity. 
“Because he’s wrong” You briefly pointed at Bruce. “I can’t do anything” 
“Right...” His tone made you frown, and soon you realized why it held such a suspicious note. 
Bruce had thrown something at you. Barry was about to throw himself your way, but Bruce stopped him with a hand on the chest. You focused on the projectiles heading your direction, knowing you didn’t have much time. Gathering all your power, you mentally willed them to stop their movement and they did, freezing and floating in mid-air. They shook for a moment until they finally dropped to the ground. It all happened within a few seconds.
Your gasp of exertion mixed with Barry’s of awe. Bruce was unfazed, slowly letting go of his companion.
“See?” The first muttered. “I think you’re powerful enough” 
You opened your mouth, trying to get through his thick skull that you weren’t strong enough to use your power. What use could you be if it took so much out of you? However, the effort made you unable to speak.
“No...” Was all you could muster, feeling yourself faltering.
All your strengths left you, threatening to pull you to the ground when your knees buckled. Your head began to throb. Resigned, you brazed yourself for your inevitable fall.
Your knees had given in under your own weight, but you never touched the floor. Suddenly, you were leaning against Barry, who was now closely next to you and held you up with tender arms. 
Breathing heavily from the exhaustion, you could only look up at him and let him hold you. When your eyes met, he dedicated you the sweetest smile you had ever seen. It sent butterflies to your stomach.
“Hi” Barry whispered.
“Hi...” You clumsily held on to him. “Thanks”
“No problem” The way he was looking at you was flustering, but you didn't want him to stop. After all, you felt the same way. “Are you okay?” 
You opened your mouth, ready to reply, when Bruce cleared his throat. The two of you had definitely forgotten he was in the room. A smug smirk appeared on Bruce’s lips. He might not have foreseen that you and Barry would be so smitten, but he knew the speedster would sway your decision.
“He always pulls that trick” Barry apologized for him, letting go of you and causing you to yelp and wobble in your weakness. He was by your side again in the blink of an eye, offering you a chair.
“Is there any way we can change your mind?” Bruce calmly asked, watching as Barry took you by the arm and softly helped you sit.
“We can help you” The latter cheerfully said. “We’ll have your back!” 
You glared at Bruce, knowing full well this was right what he wanted. Well, maybe it wasn’t so bad. Knowing Barry would be there made you feel at ease, even if you had literally just met him. There was something special about him that made you trust him wholeheartedly. As well as that, something told you he trusted you too.
“Fine, but you have to help me train” You told Batman, still glaring at him. He only grinned.
“Alright!” Barry offered you his hand. “Welcome to the club, partner” 
You shook his hand, lingering in the touch as twin fond smiles appeared in your lips.
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just-antithings · 2 years
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encountered my 1st anti today, ended up blocking them. it was under a drawfee related post where the only thing that could remotely be associated w/ proshipping is the title; drawing our problematic faves. which was literally the title of the video. also they were kinda hostile for no reason and then tried backtracking last second by saying it was a joke. thing is that even w/ tone tags, 'leave drawfee alone' and responding w/ 'they're not proshittier' when asked to elaborate—that doesn't seem like a joke.
don't really know if i should address it, probably will. not like @ ing the person directly but just making it more clear that I'm at least anti-anti. also my mindset is and always has been akin to the otp, notp, brotp system if that makes sense. mostly cause that's what I learned when first joining fandom. there's some pairings I don't like or rather yet feel squick towards but I'm not going to try and stop random peeps on the internet from shipping those characters.
also sorry if i didn't use the word squick right, ik what it means but have never used it in a sentence.
ugh
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lilikags · 3 years
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ೃ‧₊› a b o u t  t h i s  p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader ➮ Oneshot ➮ Tags: fluff ➮ Word Count: 2182
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A/N: This is for @serowotonin​! [for Luna’s Valentines Day collab] Ik I said I was doing Atsumu bc “I was bored” but I always say “imagine being bored” and truly, I haven’t been bored for so long. I forgot that this was for the collab for a fat moment then when you saw the preview I was like, “Wait- no- it’s a surprise.” 
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Premise: You and Atsumu are cleaning out the apartment, when you find a few letters you thought you would never see again… 
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“Oi, (y/n), look at what I found,” you heard Atsumu say, leaning over the contents of a drawer he had been sifting through. 
“What?” you walked over to see what he had found. The two of you were cleaning out the apartment, as you were going to be moving out soon. Atsumu had a habit of keeping things that connected him to an important memory of his, unless he wanted to forget it- and this was one of them. You didn’t know he kept them- actually, it did make sense of him to, but you had simply forgotten about it and you somehow expected the same for him. You looked down to see what he had in his hands, and your face literally went emotionless as you saw the letter in his hands. 
You really didn’t mind the letters, for the most part. Actually, they held dear to you. However, that first one… you were grateful for it, but you also remembered just how bad you wanted to buy a grave space and bury it for eternity back then... 
Miya Atsumu.
This was a dare. This is a love letter. For Valentines. Happy valentines day. If you have extra chocolate, send me some. 
Sincerest thanks, (y/n). 
Atsumu usually threw away the letters he received every Valentines. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude; it was just that there were too many letters for him to read (and reply to), so he usually just threw them out. Osamu often teased him for this; he boasted that he at least read his letters.
“Oi, ‘Samu, look at this one,” Atsumu called out to his brother. 
“What?” Osamu looked at him, with a face of disbelief. “Yer actually lookin’ at them?”
“Nah, not really, but this one’s hilarious,” Atsumu laughed. 
“Okay, not funny, keep yer lame humor to yourself.” 
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“(y/n), truth or dare,” (b/f/n) asked. 
You smiled, “Dare.” 
“Hmmm… alright, send a love letter to Miya Atsumu- it has to be at least one line long.”
“I’m- okay then.” 
You brought out a piece of paper, wrote the first things that came to mind, and once you reached one line, you stopped. You folded the paper and grabbed whatever envelope you could find and sealed it with tape. The dare required actually giving the letter, much to your dismay, but it wasn’t like you could back down from a dare. After all, it was (b/f/n), and the nonstop teasing would definitely occur if you failed to complete the dare. 
Dearest (y/n), 
I did in fact receive your rather interesting letter, and I have decided to bring you some chocolate as you wished. I wish you, as well, a very happy valentine’s day this year.
Most sincerely, Atsumu. 
Atsumu was intrigued enough to write a reply; in fact, he decided to write in the most formal way possible. He knew from the letter that you were either a tsundere or someone who was actually dared to do so, and decided that it would be fun entertainment for the both of you. 
When you received the letter, you were surprised to see a reply. It was known he didn’t send out replies, yet you had received one. As you read it, you felt a need to reply; you’d simply feel bad if you didn’t. However, what was there to talk about? How the chocolates were good? He had stuck it on your first period desk, out in the open. And you also sincerely wondered what was with the overly formal tone. You do remember writing the most shitty letter you’ve ever written to him, and that volleyball-obsessed dude just writes something formal to you? Baffles the mind.
Well, then, if he was going to reply, you would too. 
Miya Atsumu,
Thanks for the chocolate- your fans make pretty good chocolate, I have to say. Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, ‘cause all ya focus on is just volleyball. Anyways, what was with the overly formal tone- ya like me or somethin’? Would be funny if ya did and I turned ya down. XD  
(y/n) 
You never really thought of Miya Atsumu, but this really sparked your interest. It was amusing, his reactions. It was definitely something you didn’t expect- you actually didn’t expect a reply at all. The reply you received was definitely out of the ordinary as well, one you never thought a hotshot volleyball player would write. It seemed he was interested in you in some ways- and you as well. 
(y/n),
Pfffft, you think I might like ya? I just thought yer letter was interestin’, that’s all. Ya really think I can’t make chocolate? Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, I’ll show you. I make you chocolate myself and we’ll see how it tastes. Just you watch, I’ll make ya say I make the best chocolate ever! 
Atsumu. 
You saw that in your shoe locker the next morning- and everyone saw it. You were beginning to regret actually replying to him, but there was no backing out now. (b/f/n) really hit the goal here, for her. People were probably talking about it. It’s always some event that involves romance that catches everyone’s eye. And since it was just after valentine’s, everyone would automatically assume it was a love letter. In reality, it was simply a little bit of playful banter. 
You wondered if people actually knew who it was. You hoped not; it would gather way too much attention for your liking. You’d have an entire fanclub after you, and it was definitely (b/f/n)’s fault that you got into this entire mess. You had absolutely no idea if anyone saw him slip that into your shoe locker, since it had probably been there for a good hour or so before you and most of the other students got there. In any case, there was nothing you could do about people knowing things they already know, so you headed onto class. It was exam week, and you sighed; it would be a long day. 
When you arrived at homeroom, you were not-so-pleasantly surprised with what you found at your desk. You just wanted a quiet day; go to school, take the tests, and get out so you could relax at home. But no, you just had to see this and you knew there was a thing called rumors you had to deal with. Well, you could just be like “whatever” and not care, but you definitely knew who’d be after you, for real. Atsumu’s fanbase was quite scary, and definitely large- a group of people one would regret messing with. 
“Ugh- what am I going to do with this chocolate now, he gave me a lot yesterday…” 
“(y/n)! Oiiii, you got chocolate?! From who from who-”
“(b/f/n), if you say a word, you are going to be dead to me.”
“...” she looked away, but then turned to you again and whispered in your ear. “So, Miya Atsumu, who has a fanbase, likes you.” 
“I’m- no-”
“But what I’m seeing says otherwise?”
“Ugh, you’re coming to my house and you are going to pay for that dare.” 
“Oh ho ho, seems like I started something…” “Bet you did.”
Pisshead Atsumu
LMAO bet ya didn’t make the chocolate, yer terrible at lying <///3 seen this chocolate before. And like wtf you put a box of chocolate on my desk with YOUR NAME on it. Ya know that people will do a thing called assuming things, right? Smh, think before you act. Anyways, I’m counting on ya to fix up this mess.
(y/n)
When you finished class, the first thing you did was write the note. You were absolutely paranoid with this mess, and you were going to have Atsumu fix it. Yes, you did technically initiate contact first, but that was (b/f/n)’s fault and this could’ve avoided this if he hadn’t pulled off a whole stunt. 
It was already around 6 when he saw the note. A small smirk filled his expression, he was so sure that he would be able to get a good reaction out of (y/n). It was written on scrap paper, the back of a phys. ed worksheet. You wrote it in a rush, very obviously. That wasn’t really what caught his attention though; he was puzzled as to how he would fix this. Tell his fans to fuck off? Osamu would tease him for eternity.
“Oi, what’cha starin’ at?” he heard Osamu nag. “Mom’s waitin’ for us for dinner.”
“Hey, ‘Samu…  ya know how to fix this?” 
“... ARE YOU AN IDIOT- YOU ARE AN IDIOT.”
“I AM NOT! YOU ARE THE IDIOT HERE!” 
“SAYS THE ONE WHO GOT INTO A MESS LIKE THIS!” 
“Oi, ya shouldn’t be fightin’ at this hour,” the two heard Kita say, as he gave them a certain look. “... ‘m sorry…” the twins apologized.
Even after a fulfilling dinner made by their mother and a nice, hot shower, Atsumu still couldn’t think of a solution. Osamu almost snitched on him, but he decided that there was enough on their mom’s plate of problems at the moment. 
“What if ya said you were dating?” Osamu offered. 
“HAH?! ARE YA INSANE?!” Atsumu yelled at him.
“That would explain what happened at valentine’s.” 
“But there’s nothin’ between us-”
“Yer fanclub wouldn’t really believe anythin’ else.”
“Yeah…” 
(y/n),
Can we meet when practice ends at 6 on Thursday?
M. Atsumu.
“... I’m- Is he just going to apologize then run away? Tch.” you sighed. You had the idea that Miya Atsumu was overconfident and carefree, but not to this extent. The least he could do was fix this- he had power over his fandom and what people said about him, unlike you. You had to go, it wasn’t like you really had much of a choice if you wanted to talk it out and fix it. 
“Hey, (y/n) are you and Atsumu dating?” one of your classmates asked, and a bunch of others hovered around the table, waiting to hear a response. (b/f/n) had told you rumors had spread around the entire school; you figured that would’ve happened. Any topic related to the twins spread like wildfire, especially the blonde-haired one. 
“... Can you not try to pry into my private life?” you replied, which you instantly realized was exactly a wrong answer to give. This implied that you were in fact dating Atsumu secretly, and you just made your life 10x worse. You figured you should just tell everyone what had happened, then the blame would be on (b/f/n)- it should preferably be placed on Atsumu, since he started it, really. 
When you met him at 6pm, you expected no contribution from him. Instead, you were met with a solid plan for something you weren’t really happy about, but it seemed the easiest to convince the public of a story they put out. 
“(y/n)... let’s tell them that we’re dating.”
“Hmm… well, they already think that…”
“I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking…” “It’s fine. All we can do is move forward, I guess.”
“Yeah… ‘Samu gave me this solution; it’s all I have, I’m sorry if it’s-”
“It’s fine. Let’s go through with it. Just protect me from the crazy fangirls; that’s all I want.”
“Ya.” 
“And we’ll need to put together a coherent story; what’s yer number?” 
“Ahaha, seriously, maybe (b/f/n)’s a prophet. She told me that she was aiming for somethin’ to happen between us,” you commented, remembering what happened years and years ago. 
“Ya were just so unnecessarily worried about the fangirls,” Atsumu mentioned. 
“Oi! Yer fangirls were hella scary back then…” 
That night, you stayed up coming up with a story, which ended with the two of you breaking up so that you could go on your separate ways again. However, the story didn’t last too long, as (b/f/n)’s parent’s investigations went a little too far and spread the truth a little too much. (b/f/n) is one thing, but you had almost forgotten her parents were another, seriously. They’d been a little busy over the last few years, thus the lack of investigations of local drama, but they had been doing so for decades, what could you expect from them? 
Nothing was Atsumu’s fault to the fanclub, unless he seriously convinced them that it was. You were guilty until proven innocent. Unbeknownst to you until after, he gave them a whole (to be honest, not-so-great) speech on how he kind of went too far with the joke, but also placed the blame on everyone else for assuming things. People were absolutely ridiculous; their ideas and their insane imagination should learn that the left side of the brain exists too. 
“Funny how we met again after college, after all that time.”
“Ya… a real wonder” 
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Another A/N: OMG THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ‘TSUMU FORGIVE ME IF I WROTE HIM LIKE, WRONG IN THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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agentsoftie · 4 years
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Jingle Belle Rock ( S.R )
summary: it’s christmas morning but you don’t wanna get up. you wanna stay in bed with your boyfriend spencer
a/n: to that lovely little anon, this ones for you 😌❤️
a/n p2: thanks @bxbyspxncer for giving me the idea! also yes ik that this is a christmas themed fic, and it’s almost september, but i don’t care
pairing: spencer reid x reader
warning: none, this is absolute fluff
tagging: @marshmallowtraver, @criminalmindsmoodrn, and @ghostly-angelic
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The holidays. Known as the most wonderful time of the year, and boy was that true for you. You had everything you could ever want. The perfect job, the perfect friends, the perfect boyfriends, the perfect life. For once everything was going your way and everything felt just right. It was Christmas morning, your favorite day out of the whole year. And this year was different because not only did you have a person you in bed next to you, you loved them, and they loved you.
Spencer had woken up to see you practically on top of him. Oh, how he loved you. After a long day, week, or just in general he could always count on you to bring a smile to his face. And what was there not to love about when it came to you. You were kind, considerate, funny, loving, smart. Even the team adored you, and it was hard to win their approval.
“Y/N,” he says while stoking your hair. “baby,” you don’t budge so he tries to get up without waking you. He almost fully completes that task until you pull him back causing him to chuckle.
“Hmm, stay.” You say holding onto him but not looking at him fearing of waking up.
“But it’s Christmas! Come on you love Christmas!” He says entertained by your little play.
“Yeah, but I love you more,” you say causing his eyes to light up. “So, can we just stay in bed for a little?”
By this point, he was already tucked under the sheets with your head on his chest. “Okay, fine. I love you,”
“Yeah, yeah I love you too. Now goodnight,” You answer causing him to smile.
Your eyes shot open when you realized what day it was. “Spencer, wake up!!” You cheer while quickly and suddenly sitting up. “Spencer! Come on!” You exclaim while tapping him so he would wake up.
“What? Huh?” He says looking at you in the most confused expression he could conjure.
“Come on get up it’s Christmas!!”
“Oh is it?” He says humorously while looking at the clock. “Where was this energy 2 hours ago?”
“Oh shut up, now get up! I have a gift for you!!” You say already halfway out the door to your room.
You go to the kitchen after brushing your teeth and washing your face. You turn the tv on to magically get the animated version of Rudolf The Red Nosed Reindeer which you adored. You got out some milk, flour, eggs, and everything else you needed to make the best pancakes.
15 minutes later Spencer came out of your room and hugged you from behind and kissed your temple. “Morning,” he said in a hushed romantic tone. “That smells good.”
“I know it does. Now go sit down because it’ll be done in 5.” And he did precisely as you spoke. Although instead of sitting down he went and grabbed his coat, put on his shoes, and went out the door. Wondering why you said, “Spencer, what are you doing?” But he was too far to hear anything.
Figuring he would come back in a second you put the pancakes on two separate plates and brought them to the table. You made sure to add strawberries on his pancake because it was his favorite. After waiting a couple of minutes you got up and ran into your room to get his present. You heard the door open so you stared to rush, but finally found it! His Christmas gift!
“Y/N!” Spencer yells after he can’t see you.
“Coming!” You say running out with a small present wrapped that looked like a book. You run up to, wrap your arms around him and kiss him passionately. Although as passionate as the kiss was, it was quick.
“What was that for?” he says while he looks you dreamily in the eyes. He then looks down to see that you’re holding something. “And what might that be?” He says smugly while looking down to see what you’re holding.
“You’ll figure that out later. Now come one, let’s eat! I’m hungry.”
You both make your way to the table, but he can’t stop looking at you. “What, is there something on my face?” You ask suggestively.
“No,” he says in a way making you swoon. “Has, anyone ever told you, you look beautiful,” All you did was look down and smile. You didn’t know what to say so instead you got up and handed the present to him. “Oh my god! Y/N! This is, oh my god!”
“Do you, is it good?” You ask genuinely not knowing his answer.
“Is it good, Y/N this is the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten! Oh my god!!” He jumps up and caresses his lips on you like there’s no tomorrow. He pulled away first to see your pink as cotton candy cheeks. “I love you so much,” is all he says before you completely pull away.
“Now, where is my lovely present mister?”
“Close your eyes, and wait here.” You did as he said. You heard him running into a room and in this time all the possibilities were running through your mind. “Okay, here you go.” You could hear that he was smiling when he came back and when he put something in your hand. He told you to keep your eyes closed, but you just couldn’t.
“Spence!! Oh my god!!” You expressed joyfully looking down at the fluffball in front of you. “Spence, baby I love you so much! You got me a freaking puppy!!” He couldn’t help but to grin like a manic after seeing the look on your face.
“What shall we name her?”
“Um, how about Belle?” You say looking down at her.
“Oh, as in beautiful, I love it,”
“No, as in Jingle Bell Rock but yours works too!” He laughs at this statement but you didn’t care since there is a literal ball of heaven in your hands. “Spencer you got us a dog!” You say still in amazement.
“Yep, it’s our little family now. You, me, and our little baby Belle,”
“I love it. I love us.”
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kpopblurbs · 4 years
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Pairing: Minho/Hyunjin/Reader Word Count: 3k Tags: Teasing, Degradation, Rough Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Subspace, Vaginal Sex, dom!Minho, sub!Hyunjin, sub!Reader A/N: Ik the original request didn’t have Hyunjin in it but since I already wrote a dom!Minho brat taming fic I decided to toss in Hyunjin to spice it up uwu Smutmas Masterlist AO3 Link
You sighed and shifted around, nestling further into Minho’s side in the hope of conveying your impatience. It felt like Hyunjin had been at your apartment forever despite the fact that it had only been maybe an hour. The three of you were halfway through a movie that you hadn’t even been interested in to begin with so could you really be blamed for the way you were starting to focus on Minho? You placed your hand on his thigh, glancing up at him to make sure he was still focused on the TV before moving to his inner thigh. You felt him tense as you inched your hand higher stopping just beneath his crotch. He wrapped his arm around you, squeezing you tightly in a subtle warning. You bit back a smile before your hand continued its journey, resting delicately over the bulge in his pants. You looked up at him to see him glancing at Hyunjin, making sure the other boy was still focused on the movie before pinching you quickly on the arm. He looked down at you, his eyes narrowed as he mouthed “Stop.” and you pouted up at him before beginning to palm him slowly.
You turned away from him ignoring his glares and the occasional pinch to your arm as he tried to get you to stop teasing. He picked up his phone typing up something and you barely held back your laugh as your phone lit up with a notification. You picked up your phone with your free hand and checked it, the text Minho had sent was easily readable from your lock screen as it just said, “I’m not sending Hyunjin home.”
You sighed, not bothering to respond before tossing your phone down, knowing that ignoring the message would only make him angrier. You knew you were right as he let out a grumpy sigh, you smirked before continuing to palm him through his pants. You felt his growing erection begin to press at the fabric and you were quick to unbutton his jeans. You only got so far before he wrapped his hand around your wrist, gripping tightly and stilling your movements. “You’re just not gonna give it up are you?” he asked aloud and your eyes went wide, turning around to glance at Hyunjin who was looking at the two of you, confusion written all over his face. “What? Is this not what you wanted?” he asked, reaching down to grip your chin and force you to look at him. “If you’re tough enough to tease me in front of Hyunjin, you should be tough enough to get punished in front of him too.” he said, his tone sent a shiver down your spine.
“Y-You were supposed to send him home.” you said, trying to maintain your attitude as you were now very curious to see what would happen if you kept pushing his buttons.
“Oh, princess, I’m not supposed to do anything you know that.” he responded with a sarcastic chuckle. “It’s cute that you thought Hyunjin being here would stop me, though.” he said before looking up at the other boy. “Do you wanna know what she told me one time?” he asked, a sly smile on his face.
“I -uh- s-sure?” Hyunjin responded his voice trembling slightly and you wished Minho would let go of your chin so you could look at him.
“She said that if she could invite any of my friends into a threesome-” he started before you cut him off with a whine.
“Min don’t.” you whined squirming gently in his grip.
“Don’t be rude.” Minho said his grip on your chin tightening before he turned back to Hyunjin. “Like I was saying,” he continued, “If she could invite any of my friends into a threesome, she’d choose you.” he finished and you let out another whine.
“I-Is that true?” Hyunjin asked.
Minho nodded before looking down at you, “Go on, princess, tell him how much you want to fuck him.” he instructed. You shot a glare at him and pressed your lips together refusing to say anything. “Brat.” Minho spat before releasing your chin, he moved his arm off of your shoulders before grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around to roughly pull you into his lap. You squeaked at the rough treatment before realizing you could finally see Hyunjin who was staring intensely at the two of you, his eyes flicking back and forth between you and Minho. Hyunjin’s pupils were blown wide and his hands were gripping the couch next to him so tightly his knuckles were white. You almost gasped as you saw the tent in his pants but held it back, not wanting to embarrass him.
Minho, however, did not have the same thought, apparently having noticed the same thing you had and immediately cooing at the younger boy, “Aw, Jinnie, are you hard just from watching us?”
“N-No I-” Hyunjin said, tugging his shirt down to try and cover himself.
“Do you wish you were the one manhandling her?” Minho asked and Hyunjin was still for a second before shaking his head slowly. “No?” Minho confirmed before continuing, “Then do you wish you were the one being manhandled?” he asked and you could see Hyunjin’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red before he nodded almost imperceptibly. “How precious.” Minho cooed, “Do you need help with that?” he asked, gesturing down to where Hyunjin had stretched his shirt over his lap.
“I can just -uh- go it’s fine.” Hyunjin stammered out though he made no move to get up.
“Why would you leave when there’s a whore right here on my lap who would love to suck you off?” Minho asked causing you and Hyunjin both to look at him with wide eyes. “What? I think it’s only fair that if she caused it, she should take care of it.” he said smirking at you.
“You decided to do this in front of him though,” you said, “So I think by your logic, you should be the one sucking him off.” you said.
The triumphant smile was quickly wiped off of your face as Minho reached a hand up to tangle into your hair and tugged your head back so you were looking straight up at the ceiling. “Those are very bold words for someone who’s so desperate for my dick she couldn’t even wait till we were alone to try to touch it.” Minho said, his voice low and you could hear the anger in his tone. You almost missed the tiny whimper that escaped Hyunjin’s mouth but Minho didn’t, “Do you want to touch yourself, Jinnie?” he asked. You couldn’t hear a response but Minho pushed your head back up so you were looking straight ahead, his grip in your hair never loosening. You looked at Hyunjin whose hands had moved to his thighs, he was biting his lower lip so tensely you were sure he would start bleeding. “You see how he’s not touching himself?” Minho said lowly into your ear, “That’s what obedience looks like.” he continued. Hyunjin let out another whimper, “What does obedience get?” Minho asked you, giving another tug on your hair to encourage you to speak.
“Rewarded.” you said through gritted teeth.
“Oh look at that, you can answer questions.” Minho said, “Go ahead Jinnie, you can touch yourself.” he instructed. Immediately Hyunjin was palming himself through his pants, his body relaxing immediately from the stimulation. “Hyunjin was a good choice,” Minho hummed and you could hear the smile on his face, “Now, why don’t you go and help him out and then we’ll decide what to do with you.” he said. He released your hair and nudged you off of his lap, you sighed before moving onto the floor and nudging Hyunjin’s legs open so you could settle on your knees between them. You put your hands on his knees and trailed them up his thighs before stopping on either side of where he was still palming himself. You looked up at him, making eye contact and silently asking for permission, he nodded quickly and moved his hand away. You pushed your hands forward, immediately hooking your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and his underwear, tugging both down at the same time, allowing his erection to spring free and smear a small amount of precum onto his shirt.
You spit onto your hand before wrapping it around his dick and stroking him slowly, he sighed happily as you moved your hand up and down his length. You leaned forward and kitten licked at the tip making his dick twitch and a small whimper escaped his lips. You smiled at his reaction before taking the tip of his cock into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. He squirmed beneath you and you heard Minho sigh, “Be rough with her Jinnie.” he instructed and you shot a glare at him. Hyunjin lifted his hands up cautiously and rested them on the back of your head, using hardly any pressure to try and move you further down on his length. You easily resisted, happily suckling on the tip of his dick while your hand worked on the rest of him.
You heard another sigh from Minho and then the tell tale sounds of him shifting around on the couch before the weight of Hyunjin’s hands left the back of your head. Quickly, Minho tangled his hand into your hair and shoved you down on Hyunjin. You gagged when the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat but Minho refused to let you up, forcing you to adjust as you took him into your throat. His dick was longer than Minho’s making the intrusion more difficult than you were used to. Minho forced you down until your nose was pressed into the short, curly hairs above Hyunjin’s dick. Tears sprung to your eyes as you tried to keep yourself from gagging again, your hands gripped Hyunjin’s thighs tightly and you tried to push yourself back but Minho held firm. When he finally let you up you pulled back, a long string of spit connected his dick to your mouth as you gasped for air. Minho let you take a breath before forcing you back down onto Hyunjin’s dick, this time forcing you to bob up and down on his length making sure you were taking him all the way every time he pushed your head down. “See?” Minho said and you felt him move Hyunjin’s hand to tangle in the back of your hair, guiding his pace before completely removing his hand, “Keep doing that Jinnie, don’t give her a break.” Minho instructed and Hyunjin only moaned in response.
You tried to let out a whine as Minho moved away from you but it broke into a gag as Hyunjin’s dick it the back of your throat making Minho laugh. “What’s wrong, princess, do you need more attention than you’re getting?” Minho asked and you let out another whine, this one shorter to avoid the inevitable gag. Hyunjin grunted as your noise sent vibrations around his dick, his thrusts were starting to get frantic as he chased his high. You did your best to prepare yourself before he shot his load down your throat, he held your head still, his hips bucking up into your mouth as he hit his high. He released your head and you pulled back, coughing and taking in as much air as you could.
You heard a whine and looked up to see Minho with his hand around Hyunjin’s dick, stroking the poor boy into overstimulation. Hyunjin squirmed, he had a hand wrapped around Minho’s wrist but wasn’t actually trying to stop him, his other hand moved up to his mouth where he slipped two fingers inside. He sucked on his fingers, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to push through the discomfort, “You can do that again right Jinnie?” Minho asked, his voice soft and soothing. Hyunjin whined around his fingers but nodded, his face slowly relaxing as the overstimulation morphed into pleasure. As soon as he knew Hyunjin was comfortable again, Minho let Hyunjin’s dick fall from his hand drawing a long needy whine from the younger boy. Minho hushed him before turning to you, “Stand up.” he instructed and you sighed, rolling your eyes as you did as you were told.
Minho reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, he opened it up and pulled a condom out of one of the folds in the leather. He held it out to you and you cocked an eyebrow at him, “You know what to do, princess.” he said, nodding his head towards Hyunjin who was still suckling on his fingers. You tore open the condom, flinging the foil wrapper onto the floor before turning to Hyunjin and rolling the latex onto his dick slowly. Hyunjin whined, his dick twitching in your hand as you stroked him a couple more times before moving to straddle him. You lined his dick up with your entrance and sank down without waiting for Minho’s permission too busy chasing your own pleasure to care.
Hyunjin moaned loudly around his fingers as you settled in his lap, you took a few seconds to adjust to the intrusion before lifting yourself up slowly. You sank back down quickly, setting a pace that was quick enough to not be torturous but slow enough that it wasn’t exhausting. You knew you wouldn’t be able to rely on help from Hyunjin as he was completely lost in the sensation, his fingers still in his mouth though it was now hanging open, his eyes were squeezed shut and his head was resting on the back of the couch. 
Minho moved to sit on the back of the couch, looking down at Hyunjin before grabbing his wrist and gently pulling his fingers out of his mouth. Hyunjin opened his eyes to look up at Minho and you stilled your movements to watch their interaction. “You still with us, baby?” Minho asked softly.
Hyunjin nodded, “Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” he said, his voice soft but steady.
Minho maintained eye contact with him for a few seconds until he seemed to believe him, “Well, it looks like you need something to do with your mouth.”he said. Hyunjin only whined in response, his mouth hanging open desperately as he looked up at Minho who immediately tugged his pants down just enough to pull out his dick. He adjusted his position slightly, making it easier for him to insert himself into Hyunjin’s mouth. You couldn’t help but whine as you watched Minho tangle his hand into Hyunjin’s hair and push the boy further down on his cock. “Keep moving princess, that’s all the dick you’re gonna get tonight.” Minho said, grunting as he forced Hyunjin up and down on his dick. You let out another whine before doing as you were told, throwing all caution to the wind and focusing on your own pleasure. Hyunjin let out a choked whine as you shifted around trying to find the best angle before you started to get frustrated with not being able to find the right one.
“Min, please, can I touch myself?” you asked as you moved slowly in Hyunjin’s lap, the clear desperation in your voice making Minho smirk.
“Hmm I’m just not sure if you’ve been good enough.” he responded before tugging Hyunjin off of his cock, “What do you think Jinnie, has she been good?” he asked.
You took the opportunity to clench around Hyunjin as you moved your hips slowly, “Feels - ah- feels good.” was all Hyunjin could mumble before he stretched back towards Minho’s dick.
“Alright,” Minho said with a sigh as he let Hyunjin sink back down on his cock, “Go ahead, but you can only cum after Hyunjin.”
You pouted but brought a hand up to your clit, rubbing quick circles knowing that Hyunjin wasn’t going to be able to last much longer if the way he was tensing beneath you was any indication. Sure enough it only took a few more bounces from you and a couple of well timed thrusts from Minho before Hyunjin was cumming for the second time that night. Neither you or Minho slowed down, continuing to use him to chase your own highs while he squirmed beneath you. Tears had begun to roll down his cheeks dropping onto his chest and mixing with the drool that was dribbling from his mouth by the time you reached your high. You came with a loud cry, your thighs twitching and trembling as you worked yourself through it. You were just lifting yourself off of his lap when Minho pulled out of Hyunjin’s mouth quickly and released his load into his still open mouth. Some of the cum landed on Hyunjin’s face and as soon as the boy swallowed what had made it into his mouth he licked his lips trying his best to collect everything.
You shifted off of Hyunjin’s lap, moving to sit next to him before pulling him into your arms, rubbing his back soothingly and whispering soft praises into his ear while Minho began cleaning him up. He started by slipping the condom off of his dick and tying it off to throw it way before grabbing a washcloth and doing his best to clean up his face and body. As soon as he was done he helped you get Hyunjin up and move the exhausted boy into your bedroom, letting him flop down on the bed while the two of you changed into more comfortable clothes. Minho got comfortable on the bed, laying on his back and letting Hyunjin cuddle up to one side of him while you cuddled up to the other. “I know I didn’t get to focus on you tonight, but you did good.” Minho said softly to you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head for emphasis.
“I get it, Min, he needed the attention, I’m fine.” you said before tilting your head back and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Next time though, I’m gonna need more attention.” you said with a smile.
Minho chuckled, “I think I can make that happen.” he said and you hummed happily before burying your face in his neck and letting sleep take you. 
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tangerinefluff · 3 years
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before i can freely dive back in on tumblr after being gone for a long time, i just wanted to address some asks i got during my inactivity: 
where do I start lmao. so i’m not sure if I understood the asks the way the anons intended to communicate them. could be because of a little language barrier? and im actually having trouble deciphering hate or disrespect because i have almost never in my life been hated or received serious hate in any form (i was THE good girl, on the outside that is, my entire life no one messed with bc i dont really do anything hateful like it’s just not in my nature to respond in that way 😅 anw very besides the point) so you may talk to me again if that’s not what you (anon) intended.
to the first one who said this: 
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hi! i get ur suggestion but maybe word it differently? bc that was kinda rude. first off, this one (garbage) writing is for you too. second, i appreciate the cute hearts at the end to go with the insult in the beginning 😅 (but also) third, you’re on MY blog. i mean,,, with the first words i agree? LMAO. i apologize i don’t have the best thoughts but no i won’t change things. this is literally my own space and im sharing a little of what’s on my mind and they don’t have to be useful and significant and a WOW moment kind of post to everyone lmao. fourth, you can locate the unfollow/mute button yourself. im not actually sure what writings you meant, if it’s the unrelated or personal posts/asks, or the blog-related shitty posts. and i’m not very tidy with my tags either so i’ll try harder on that! will tag unrelated texts as “garbage.text” and blog-related texts as “hq.text”. fifth, that’s what i keep my following tabs open for actually. i follow a lot of even betterrr blogs with content like mine and esppp amazing artists you should check out yk instead of sending people ask like that..haha. lastly, i hope you don’t go around sending blogs asks like this one and just filter out the stuff you want to consume yourself. let’s be careful with words bestie! (edit: also my blog now is 90% reblogged art so.... why the big issue).
candidate #2 who quoted a tag on my post and said: 
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aah what i meant there is that i am actually having a hard time remembering.. in general. (cue the victim card script) yes dramatic but i feel like my memory’s deteriorating. can’t remember names of people i just met or friends from a long time. things i just did or the phone i just put down 30 secs ago. conversations and with whom. read somewhere that it could be due to mental health problems. and i cant keep track of all the interactions here so i mess things up sometimes which is why i’m less active. and its not bc my friends here are insignificant!!! lmao. dw i remember, i have my close friends’ UNs and names listed on my notes too :D
yk i wanna bite harder than this bc im a real B on the inside and i wanted to make light of this (somehow funny to me because ik i shouldn’t respond bc it feels like twitter behavior) &&& i wanted to show off my clean record that i haven’t ever been hated before lmao until this moment that is. im just super shocked cause i’m 22 and JUST realizing, oh so this is the dangerous stuff on the internet! like i thought i could’ve avoided them because im.... literally... nice that i’m almost boring here and unproblematic and trying my best and just talking about stuff i like. bestie is not special over here.
to those who have been following me from the first (cringe) days, would know i post reallyyyy randomly. it was more original posts rather than reblogs. and i minimized on that when my following increased. there’s 4.4k amazing people following this blog in just a little over a year. so i toned down the personal stuff right away. honestly got conscious and i didn’t like it because the blog started to feel less like it’s mine. i can’t openly switch to a different content/media or just scream nonsense. i can’t answer personal asks freely. can’t interact with mutuals. then i just decided that i won’t mind anymore. as long as my post isn’t offensive and/or rude, i will post as i wish. i don’t normally engage in hateful posts because it bums me out. like a minute into reading these asks they really upset me then writing my response and letting this sit in the drafts made me think i won’t bother anymore because i could just let the asks get lost into the void and it’s not like i did anything wrong, but i guess i had a little energy today. and yes, will be turning off anon asks from here on out.
i hope this one won’t get dragged out and i’m not expecting any interactions from this because i just wanna talk about stuff i’ve been getting into lately, back to regular programming.. AAAAHHHHH!!! not sure if this will reach the anons (expected they unfollowed because that’s the smart thing to do) but I still wish them a good day/night and a peaceful tumblr experience! (^^)
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violetwolfraven · 4 years
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eek also this is a lot but ikeshot for 7, 14, 26, 33, 39 or 43?
Angst in general.
Nightmares.
You have a scar and I asked about it and it’s really angsty.
I thought I lost you and you need to be more careful you dumbass.
and
You fought me (verbally or physically) and I am s h o o k.
*cracks knuckes* aight then.
I haven’t written ikeshot yet! This’ll be my first time figuring out how I wanna portray their dynamic, so we’ll see how it goes.
I’m gonna do all of them except 33 cause that one doesn’t really work with the idea I have but I can combine all the others.
...
This wasn’t the first time Ike had stayed the night in Brooklyn, but it was the first he’d been woken up by a jolt.
It had taken him months to get this far, the point where he was sharing a bed with a Brooklyn boy, where he was pretty sure he was in love with said Brooklyn boy, where he was even welcome in Brooklyn after dark.
It had been a long and confusing road, starting a couple weeks after they won the strike.
See, Mike did this thing with his lover where they were super paranoid about getting caught. And yeah, that was good for safety, when courting a boy could get you killed or arrested, but Mike and Jojo took it to a whole new level, almost never even sitting on the same side of a room while outside the Lodging House.
And as much as Ike liked that his brother was keeping safe, this was also really fucking annoying, because it meant he had to deal with the pining.
So, he’d asked to tag along to Sheepshead with Race for a day, figuring a day of alone time with his boy might tone down Mike’s annoyingness a little. And Race occasionally took a partner to Brooklyn with him, anyway. He hadn’t done it in a while, but nothing bad had happened before.
And besides, since the strike, inter-borough relations had been better than ever out of a proud kind of solidarity. No big deal, right?
Wrong. They’d split up for maximum efficiency, and barely an hour later Ike was getting dragged away from the entrance to the races he was staking out and into an alley across the street, by which time he was getting thrown against a wall before he even got a look at who was dragging him.
Then he’d looked up, already raising his fists, and seen probably the tallest boy in New York.
Ike had remembered seeing him at the rally, this kid about his age who usually stuck pretty close to Spot Conlon, and he’d made the mistake of lowering his guard.
“Hey! I remember you! You’s Brooklyn’s second, right? What was your name again? Uh... Heat?”
This kid smirked, “Hotshot.”
Then he’d punched Ike in the face.
It was hard enough that Ike was knocked to the ground, but he was on his feet again in an instant, raising his fists again.
“I’m Ike,” he panted, “And I’m here—“
He’d been cut off by having to dodge another punch, trying to throw one of his own, but only getting kneed in the stomach after Hotshot blocked it.
Still, he’d raised his fists again, coughing as he tried to ignore the urge to curl in on himself.
“Don’t know when to give up, do ya?”
Ike smiled, still gasping for breath, “Nope! Don’t mean we have to fight, though.”
Hotshot just punched him again, “You’re on the wrong side of the bridge, Manhattan boy.”
“And that’s grounds enough to soak someone?”
“Hey!”
At that point, Hotshot froze, turning to see Race running into the alley.
“He’s with me, Hotshot! Jeez!”
“Well, he didn’t say—“
“Ya didn’t give me a chance to,” Ike interrupted.
Race had helped Ike up, glaring at the Brooklyn boy despite how Hotshot was much taller and stronger.
“I ain’t gonna tell on you, but kid, you need to learn to think before ya start swingin’. If Spot asks about me, I’m sellin’ with Albert today.”
Race had helped Ike get home, then actually gone to sell with Albert, but on the way back, he’d answered Ike’s questions, about how someone that young and hotheaded could help lead the biggest borough in New York.
“Hotshot’s young, you’re right. He’s your age, actually—14. And yeah, he’s defensive. But I’s known him a while, and there’s more to him than that. The short version is that he’s either a good friend or a bad enemy. Once ya got his loyalty, ya got it forever. That’s why he’s Brooklyn’s second. He’s one of the few Spot actually trusts.”
With that description combined with the way Ike had honestly never met anyone who punched that hard, he was just a little intrigued. Maybe it wasn’t smart, but he’d went back to Brooklyn a week later, not selling this time, but just looking for that one Brooklyn boy.
He’d found him, selling at Coney. And Brooklyn boys usually didn’t sell with partners, so Ike hadn’t had trouble sneaking up on him.
“Hey.”
That was the only warning he gave before putting a hand on Hotshot’s shoulder to spin him around and punch him in the face.
Hotshot had wheeled back, raising his own fist.
“You got ‘bout four hits on me for no reason—I thinks I deserve one free shot!”
Slowly, Hotshot had lowered his hand, still glaring at him, but not as much.
“Fair is fair. Now go back to Manhattan.”
Ike was going to, honestly, but then figured, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ and didn’t.
“So, how often do ya beat up kids from other boroughs without askin’ for their story?”
“Are you completely fearless, or just stupid?”
“Both, probably. Ya gonna answer the question, or punch my daylights out?”
“I ain’t decided yet.”
“Well, while you’re decidin’, I heard you’re close with Spot Conlon. What’s he really like? Is he always that scary, or is it just an act?”
For the next several weeks, it was like that. It was Ike coming over, finding Hotshot wherever he was, and annoying the hell out of him.
And Hotshot always said he was going to punch him, but he never did. Slowly, he started actually answering Ike’s questions, at least a few of them, and asking a few in return. Ike wouldn’t necessarily call them friends, but they definitely knew each other better, now.
“One of these days, I’m actually gonna punch ya,” Hotshot grumbled once, when Ike asked a question a little too personal.
“Every time ya say that, I believe you less,” Ike said cheerfully, “Anyway, I’s heard Brooklyn’s got great sunrises. Is that true?”
Hotshot actually smiled a little, “I dunno if it’s any better than Manhattan, but yeah, we’s gotten some pretty nice ones over here.”
It took a couple months, but Ike started figuring out that by even talking to him, Hotshot was letting down his guard, little by little. He let it down a bit more as he started letting Ike touch him, allowing a handshake when they met up, or a punch in the shoulder in a friendly way.
Once he realized how much Hotshot was trusting him by doing those little things, Ike realized that against his better judgement, he trusted him, too. He liked spending time with Hotshot, probably too much.
Definitely too much, with how he was stupid enough to walk through a November rainstorm months after they met just to see him.
By the time he got to Brooklyn, he was freezing, wet, and disoriented enough that he’d ended up passing out in front of a random store, just so the awning would keep the rain off.
He’d woken up in the Brooklyn Lodging House in the middle of the night, with Hotshot holding him in a bed.
Actually, he’d kind of jolted awake, and apparently woken up Hotshot with him as the Brooklyn boy whispered an explanation to him.
“Hildy found ya damn near frozen. By the time she got ya back here, you were almost dead and needed body heat bad.”
“Oh,” Ike whispered back, almost too terrified to move or even speak.
“That’s all ya got to say, you idiot?” Hotshot hissed, clearly angry as his arm around Ike’s waist tightened, “What were you thinkin’, walkin’ here in a storm?”
Ike was still pretty confused, and for once, he couldn’t even think of something to say.
Then Hotshot sighed, “I thought you were gonna die.”
Oh. So that was what this was about. He wasn’t angry—not at Ike, really, at least.
Ike had finally let himself relax against the taller boy’s chest, enjoying how warm Hotshot actually was.
“Ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
Hotshot had exhaled kind of sharply, and Ike was praying to a god he didn’t believe in that he wasn’t misreading things, but he’d rolled over so he was facing Brooklyn’s second, their faces barely inches apart, though it was so dark that Ike couldn’t really see him.
Beyond that, he hadn’t wanted to make the first move, mostly out of fear. In Manhattan, it was pretty common knowledge that many of them liked the same sex, but Brooklyn was different. It was less of a family and more of almost a gang. Ike wasn’t sure how Hotshot would react if he did anything.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to do anything, because yes, Ike liked boys, and he’d made peace with that, but being with one made it dangerous. Mike wasn’t the only was who was terrified of getting caught, for good reason.
Then Hotshot’s hand had come up to touch a scar on the side of Ike’s face. One he guessed he’d probably never noticed before because their faces had never been this close.
It had been from a pretty bad wound, but was so faded that it looked minor now, because he’d gotten it so long ago.
“I didn’t give you this, did I?”
Ike shook his head, “No. I’ve had that scar since I was 8.”
“How’d ya get a scar so bad it still shows now when you were 8?”
Ike had taken a deep breath, forced down panic over events he’d rather forget, and decided to tell him the truth.
“My brother and me,” he whispered, “Our parents died when we were really young. So’s we got brought up by our mom’s sister and her lover... her lover who was... also a woman.”
Ike paused there, waiting for Hotshot’s reaction.
There really wasn’t one, and he’d felt a bit of relief at that.
“They was good at bein’ subtle,” Ike continued, “So nobody suspected anythin’ for a long while. But then when me and Mike were 8... some bad people figured it out and... and those men came in the night and set the house on fire. I guess we’s lucky to have made it out at all—our aunts weren’t that lucky—but...”
His voice trailed off. Ike didn’t like admitting that he wasn’t this happy-go-lucky kid all the time. He hadn’t told anyone about this, ever. Mike had told Jack, years ago, to explain why they had bad days sometimes, but Ike had never been able to talk about it.
He’d felt Hotshot take a deep breath, and then the other boy had pulled him closer, right against his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination when, later, once Ike was halfway into a dream, he thought he might have felt a kiss being pressed to his hair.
Ike had known right there that something had changed between them, and though Mike gave him hell for staying out all night the next morning, he couldn’t say it wasn’t worth it.
He didn’t know if they were... what, did you call it courting? He didn’t know if what they were doing had a label or if spending a significant amount of their free time together qualified as being together.
But, after that first night, Ike did spend the night in Brooklyn a few more times, sharing a bed with Hotshot under the excuse that he’d lost track of time the Brooklyn Lodging House didn’t have one to spare. In reality, he stayed over because sharing a bed, sharing warmth with Brooklyn’s second... it was nice. It was somehow different from crawling in with Mike if nightmares got bad or huddling on the fire escape with Crutchie and Jack if he didn’t make enough to pay for his bed one night.
Sharing a bed with Hotshot was comforting even when nothing was actually wrong. It was safe and warm and it made Ike feel all fuzzy inside and...
Not that he knew how to say it, not that he could say it, but Ike was pretty sure this was what falling in love felt like.
It was scary, but he didn’t want to stop falling.
Of course, he wasn’t planning on telling Hotshot how he felt. Not unless the other boy made the first move. Or unless they decided to get drunk for some reason. Or if it happened to come up in conversation.
Okay... maybe Ike really wanted to tell him, but he just didn’t know how to go about it.
Well, he’d been sitting on this for a long while already, so Ike still really didn’t know when he was going to tell him, but he still felt the need to follow when he felt Hotshot jolt awake, just before rolling out of bed and leaving the room.
“Hotshot?”
Ike followed him out onto the fire escape, finding the taller boy staring down over the edge, a death grip on the railing.
“Hotshot, are you okay?”
Ike moved to stand next to him, making sure it was clear and visible what he was doing as he put a hand over Hotshot’s on the railing.
For a few seconds, he didn’t react. He didn’t even give a sign that he’d heard or even felt Ike touching him.
Then, slowly, he let go of the railing, flipping his hand over so he could intertwine their fingers.
Hotshot exhaled shakily, most of the tension leaving his frame. Ike took that as a sign that it was okay to lean his head against his shoulder.
“Ya gonna tell me what this is about?”
For a minute, he thought he wasn’t going to.
Then Hotshot took a wavering breath and spoke, still staring over the edge of the fire escape.
“Ya once asked how many kids I’s beat up for no reason,” he said quietly, “I don’t know. I get in fights a lot. I get angry and... and usually, Spot tells me where to aim it, but it ain’t always enough. I always have more and if I don’t put it somewhere, it’ll just build till I... till I explode.”
Ike nodded. He understood. He already knew this about Hotshot. He’d figured out that anger was his drive a long time ago.
“I... I learned that from my folks.”
Ike froze. In all their conversations over the last few months, Hotshot had never shared any personal information beyond the fact that he saw Spot as an older brother.
“They’d get angry,” Hotshot said shakily, “And when they’d explode, they’d...”
His voice faltered, and Ike touched his arm with his free hand, trying to ground him. He could read between the lines and though it made him angry and sad as hell, he knew there was nothing he could do about it.
“I... I got myself out when I was 12,” he mumbled, “Finally just couldn’t take it anymore and ran like hell—ended up here. And I know it’s been a couple years, now, but... but I still go back there some nights, when I’m sleepin’.”
His voice was shaking a little, by the end of that, and Ike tugged on his arm gently so he could turn Hotshot to face him.
He wasn’t sure he was going to allow it, but to his relief, Hotshot hugged him back, leaning down to bury his face in Ike’s shoulder.
“You’re here,” Ike whispered, “They can’t hurt ya here, Hotshot. You’re safe.”
Hotshot wasn’t crying, but he was shaking a little in the cold. It was winter, for crying out loud. Winter at night. And though the Brooklyn kids did wear sleeves like reasonable people in winter, most of them didn’t sleep in their shirts.
“Can we take this inside?” Ike asked, knowing that he was cold, even being a little more dressed for the weather than Hotshot was.
The taller boy nodded shakily and they went inside, curling up together in that bunk, the closeness for comfort as much as warmth.
Feeling brave for a minute, Ike leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the Hotshot’s forehead.
Hotshot went rigid, but the expression on his face was pure surprise, not any kind of disgust, and he didn’t pull away.
Ike offered him a small smile before rolling over, so as not to push things.
He definitely wasn’t complaining when Hotshot pulled him against his chest to sleep for the rest of the night.
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xengsu-the-devil · 3 years
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Big Bad Wolf
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Pairing: Dutch and Male Reader
Tags: Smut, Werwolf x Human Sex
Rating: Teen and up audience
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You and Dutch are in a deserted cabin. Both of you are a couple since five months now. You know his secret since two months. At first you didn't belive him, and as he showed it to you, you were afraid. But now you got used to it. He would never harm you. And he would never allow the wolf in him to do something to you. Dutch and you share a heated kiss. Today you want to try something new. You are a lot scared and excited. Even Dutch is scared and excited too. You want him to take you in his wolf form. But he's huge in his wolf form. A huge black wolf with bright yellow eyes. He's so huge and well built, that you could ride on his back without having to fear, that your legs would hit the ground anytime soon. He could easily crush you in his wolf form. Then he seperated from you. Both of you look deep into each other's eyes.
,,I make some things clear before we start schatje." Dutch say worried.
You nod in excitement.
,,We stop whenever you say. And if you do, I'm not disappointed then! And say if you want to stop. Don't be shy about it." He start.
,,Of course." You smile.
,,Good. And if I hurt you, show me. Cause I don't want to hurt you. And remember, yes I'm a big wolf then, but I'm still me. I also want to remind you, I knot in both forms. But it's difficult for you to take my wolf knot, because I'm bigger there. I don't force you to take it. But if you do, I can promise you that it will hurt more than usual." Dutch say.
,,I will Dutch. I always take your knot cause I want it. I love it. And I promise you, that when I'm gonna take your wolf knot, that I want it to 100 percent. Maybe, it isn't that bad, and we can do it more often." You smile.
,,Maybe. Well good then. That's all I needed to know. Uh, we should probably use some blankets on the floor. I think the bed isn't a good idea. Although, I could rip the sheets and mattress with my claws. But I have some old blankets we can use as a comfy nest on the ground." He answers.
,,Sure."
Dutch leave the cabin, and come back with a like of blankets and a bottle of lube. You will need it. Defenetly. He place the planets on the flor opposite the ved and fireplace. After a while it looks like a comfy nest to lay in. Then he lay the lube down in the middle of it, before he get up again to lock the door. Then he come back to you.
,,C'mon baby. Get undressed. U need to be well preped if you wanna take me." Dutch whispers seductively.
That tone in his deep voice send shivers down your spine, and your cock twitch in interest. You open your vest and shirt, and drop both next to you on the bed. Your gunbelt, underwear, jeans and socks follow. You put your boots next to the bed on the ground.
,,Mhhm that's it. Now lay down on your back, and prep yourself, while I'm gonna shift into my wolf form."
You do as he told you. You slick for of your fingers. Then you push one into your needy hole. A gasp ledve your mouth. You take it knuckle deep. Then you can see as Dutch change. He kneel on all fours on the ground. Without his shirt and vest on. Then black fog sourround him. He slowly get huge. His face turn into a huge wolf head with razor sharp teeth. The rest of his body turn into a huge wolf body. And then after a few seconds it's over. He can set the speed of the transformation. It's cool. You moan, and your back arched, as you add another finger. He watch you with a lustful gaze. His black fur is so shiny and soft. Sometimes he shift in his wolf form, and you use him as a pillow. It's amazing.
Then you add a third finger. Meanwhile Dutch is towering over you. He lowers himself a bit, so he can lick at your neck. A deep grunt leave you at that. You search for his cock with your other hand. But it's to far back. He shift a bit, and then you finely can grab it. It's thicker and longer than his human cock. But not impossible to take. And it wouldn't rip you apart too. Wich is good. He let out a lustful growl. You decide to add a fourth finger. A jolt went trough your body, and a low moan leave your mouth. Meanwhile your other hand didn't stop to massage him. After a while you pull your fingers out. You can feel Dutch's hard cock touching your own. You take it, slick it with lube, and then you slip the tip inside you. You let out a long deep groan. Your legs are bend a bit, that it's easier for him to fuck you.
Right now, your glad you took a fourth finger while you preped yourself. With a smal rock of his hips, Dutch is seated to the base inside of you. A low growl leave Dutch's snout. But he give you time to adjust. You carefully run your hand trough his four at his belly. He's so tall, he had to lower himself quiet a bit to breach you. But he dosen't seem to be uncomfortable.
,,Mhhm now baby." You Moan after a while.
Right now, it feels so good. Your in heaven. At first it hurted like hell. But after you adjust, it start to feel so good. He carefully and slowly trhurst into you. After a while, he speed up. You let out a loud moan. It feels so good. You can feel that you are really close. Theres that familiar tingling in your lower belly. And after two more hard thrust you cum loud moaning on the blankets. You can hear how Dutch's sharp claws rip one of the blankets. And then you can feel his thick knot short before the end of his shaft, who pushing against you with each thrust. It isn't THAT huge. So you decide to give it a go.
,,Baby knot me! C'mon goddamn." You Moan.
You can feel Dutch's ryrhem falter for a second from shock. But then he stops flush against you. And then he thrust harsh into you. A jolt went trough your body as his knot entered you.
,,AHH fuck." You moan.
After a while, he shoot his load deep inside you with a loud howl. His knot and the feeling of being filled, is simply amazing. It hurt for a few minutes, a bit longer than his human knot, but after that it's just amazing. You hug Dutch as best as you can, and then he carefully turn both of you arround. Now he's laying on his back, and you on top of him. Both of you breathing hard.
,,Fuck. We should do it more often. It's amazing." You gasp after a while.
You feel so damn full. But not in a bad way. Both of you are tied like that for an good hour. Then you can get of off him, and he shift back.
,,Yeah we should. You alright?" He ask.
You softly kiss him.
,,Yeah I'm perfectly fine. I love you."
,,Ik hou ook van jou schatje." Dutch smiles.
He clean you, and then both of you settle down for sleep. It was really exhausting but totally worth it.
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mcwriting · 5 years
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starstruck (2)
Heyyyyyy so I stuck to my word lol.
I’m basically unable to function after seeing far from home this evening but also it was so good. I teared up when tom did and my mom made fun of me but its okay because his acting was awesome! Highly recommend y’all see it (even tho ik you probably will if you haven’t already lol)
Ps this is my first time linking one post to another so please lmk if it doesn’t work, but if it’s not, you’ll always be able to access this through my starstruck tag!
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Fandom: Tommo Holland
Ship: Tom Holland x Reader eventually
Setting: LA
Word Count: 1386 (lol it’s shorter this time srry)
Warnings: i actually don’t think there’s any here, but lmk if there should be
Rating: K+ still
Background: part 2 of my DCOM inspired fic
B/f/n: your best friend’s name
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Previously on starstruck...
The faint remains of his cologne wafted to your nose and you couldn’t help but breathe it in. You relaxed further into his grip and stayed comfortable until you heard a buzz on the table next to you.
You decided to ignore it until it happened two more times. Finally, you decided to wiggle out of Tom’s grip and succeeded without waking him. You picked up the cell and noticed it was 10 a.m. and all three texts were from b/f/n
Hey I’m coming over
I’ll bring ice cream since you said you weren’t doing too hot yesterday 
I’m on my way
“No. No, no, nonoNO,” you exclaimed, getting louder and louder, causing Tom to sleepily ask,
“Could you keep it down, darling?” 
“No, I can’t ‘keep it down,’ Thomas, because b/f/n is ON HER WAY HERE!”
“What!?” 
He sat up fully awake.
“We have to get you out of here without her seeing, and she’s probably gonna be here in like 5 minutes.”
Tom rushed to get up and find his keys that were in the pocket of his discarded jacket while you hurried to brush your hair and take a makeup wipe to your face.
You clambered down the stairs and hurried Tom through the kitchen and into the laundry room when you heard the doorbell ring, and when you didn’t answer in apt time, it began ringing like crazy.
Panic stuck your chest and you looked at Tom.
“Open the garage and leave in 5 minutes, then text me so I can close it.” You commanded, beginning to walk towards the entryway.
“Wait, wait,” he grabbed your arm, “I don’t have your number!”
You scrawled it down on a sticky note and ran, hoping he would get out safely and quickly. You opened the door to find b/f/n holding two pints of ice cream, raspberry sorbet for you and coffee ice cream for herself.
“My gosh what took you so long? I about started searching for the spare key with all these goods melting.”
You were about to reply when the door between the garage and utility room shut loudly. 
“Uh, who was that?” she asked, knowing your parents were at work.
“Oh, uh, a friend from dance. We’re working on a piece together and we decided to talk about it last night since I hurt my head,” you lied.
B/f/n furrowed her brows for a second before letting it go and coming inside to set up your typical movie day in the living room. Meanwhile, you headed back to the kitchen to grab spoons and check your phone, where a new number had sent a message. 
I’m out so you’re good to close the door. Thanks again for the great night ;)
You smiled and sent back 
That makes it sound soooo much worse than what really happened haha. You made it out without suspicion too :)
You decided to put his number in as a contact, disguising him as “Clara Twinkletoes” after a joke made late into the previous night, then headed to the living room.
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After finishing one movie and your separate ice creams, you both decided to take a break and were looking at your phones.
“Hey, I know you hate talking about Tom Holland,” you gave a side-eyed glance to the bringing up of his name, “but guess what? He liked my picture last night! I just remembered to tell you!” 
B/f/n held up her phone to show you the notification, then went back to staring at it excitedly. 
“That’s actually really cool. I’m happy for you,” you expressed, leaving out the fact that you had asked Tom to like it when you were talking about the post at 1 a.m.
A few minutes later, b/f/n breathed out a soft “woah.”
You looked at her in confusion.
“Y/n, look at this girl Tom was photographed with yesterday, she looks like your twin!”
Dread filled your stomach as you stared at the picture of you and Tom in his black Audi A8, that stupid ballet skirt wrapping your head.
“Yeah, maybe if I took ride alongs with celebrities and wore nineteen fifties headscarves,” you quipped, “you only think that girl looks like me because you want it to be me, b/f/n.”
“Hmm, I guess…” she trailed, taking back her phone to continue scrolling through Instagram.
Not long after, you got a text from Clara twinkletoes.
Have you seen the picture??? I’m getting tagged and you are too
Like… everyone thinks that girl is you
Psh as if. We can talk about it later, I’m busy with my gal pal
Fine. Also, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the beach tomorrow? I wanna talk about all this in person
Hmm. Maybe. Probably not ;) 
“Hey, b/f/n?” You asked tentatively.
“Yeah?”
“Is it cool if you don’t spend the night tonight? I need to go to dance early tomorrow since I took the day off and I’ve also got this head injury so…” 
it wasn’t a complete lie. You did have a head injury and your plan was to go to dance at some point, but you decided to leave out the part where you might actually go hang out with hot shot Holland.
“Oh, uh yeah, sure. My sister is coming into town this week so it’s probably for the best, you know how my mom is about cleaning the house and stuff,” she said, obviously trying to hide her disappointment.
Around 4 pm, she got up to leave. You had watched two more movies and eaten plenty more snacks throughout the afternoon. 
“I guess I’ll see you later, y/n. Hope you’re feeling better tomorrow,” she smiled. 
You returned the gesture and gave her a hug, then watched from the doorstep as she mounted her bike and rode off to her house only a few neighborhoods away, you feeling queasy about lying so much.
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You headed upstairs after a light dinner and some TV. It was only about 8 o’clock, but the combination of a head injury, late night, and slight emotional distress (from lying to b/f/n) made you feel exhausted, not to mention you would be waking early the next day. 
You changed into sweats and flopped into bed, checking your social media for a little bit to wind down. 
Your snapchat was just pictures from friends, only a couple of them joking to you about the whole Tom Holland situation (but of course none of them knew the truth)
Twitter and Instagram, however, were a different story. After the premiere, you had chosen to turn off notifications and were especially happy to know it was the right choice. 
On Twitter, fan accounts and other people were replying to a joking tweet you had made days before the premiere in reply to b/f/n where you said “Why be friends with that tom holland guy when you could hang out with your superior best friend hmmmm?? He’s lame compared to me lolol” 
People were going nuts about it, divided over whether you were just messing around or if you really didn’t like him. Most of them chose the former, though you knew you had meant the latter. Other people were tweeting about you separately and debating about that picture from the day before.
You almost deleted your Twitter in a rash decision but realized how suspicious that could look and instead closed it and moved to instagram.
It too was overflowing with tags and comments and follows and likes. Your stomach churned as you realized how big this was becoming. Finally you made the choice to meet Tom tomorrow, even if it risked being caught again. You sent him a single text to let it be known:
Alright twinkletoes. Let’s go to the beach.
You figured you could reply to whatever he sent in the morning and put your phone on do not disturb before plugging it in and checking the alarm.
You snuggled into the sheets and buried your head into a pillow. A sweet and musky scent drifted into your nose and you took a deep breath. 
Tom’s cologne
You sat up, sniffing around the sheets, pillows, and covers, realizing he had left his scent everywhere. 
“I need to wash these sheets tomorrow” you breathed to yourself in an annoyed tone. 
With that you laid back down, glad that b/f/n wasn’t there to ask whose scent was all over your bed. Though you tried to convince yourself that you wanted the smell gone, had anyone been watching, they couldn’t deny the way you sunk into the bed and the faint smile that made its way to your lips as you drifted into slumber.
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A/N: there’s chapter 2!! Hope you guys enjoy. I don’t think I’ll post 3 until this weekend but who even knows haha. Love y’all and am so happy to have your support!
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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x03: Every Dream Has It’s Price Tag
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Read the previous chapter here!
Chapter Summary: Y/N pays a visit to Brandon at his new job.
Pairing: Patience is a virtue, guys.
Warning: Swearing, feelings, minimal editing
Disclaimer: My work is not to be reposted or edited without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging is fine and encouraged!!)
Word Count: Roughly 2,700
A/N: Third episode is up! It’s a little short this time, but I enjoyed getting into romance novel territory with the descriptions this time. Next episode is a doozy, it’s one of my favorites. The First Time– Brandon’s old girlfriend from Minneapolis pays a visit.
The bell rings as Ms. Rye finishes her lecture,
“Okay, papers due on Monday. Remember, I want you to explore how…one decision, one event can change one’s whole life.”
You and Brenda both shuffle to get your things in order before standing up. She turns to Tiff as she and Kelly walk out of the room.
“Hey, Tiff, that was really funny what you said,”
“Who was trying to be funny?” She responds, mocking tone in her voice. You weren’t sure who Tiff was, exactly. Rumors say she was best friends with Kelly until they had a blowout over some guy and it didn’t end well. You didn’t have the best feeling about her, whoever she is.
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“Male, female, root for your school, West Beverly’s team on against Beverly High, no fail! And don’t get lured by that sweet sweet nitro sale s-s-sale sale sale!” Once again, the D.J’s voice calls out, which marks the end of another glamorous day at West Beverly.
You spot Brandon, taking down names and numbers off the corkboard, hair blowing lightly in the breeze.
“You job hunting?” You ask, looking up at the different flyers and ads sprawled out amongst the board.
“Yeah, I’m just doing my bit for car insurance, you know,” He studies the board, writing things down as he goes.
“Anything looking good yet?”
“Well, I got uh, “Garden Graphics, Veggie Heaven Produce, This Town Restaurant.” I think we’re talking slam dunk here, Y/N/N,“ He jokes, tapping his pencil on his notepad.
You laugh, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Hey, if your mom is anything like mine, she’d kill for a discount at Veggie Heaven,” you jest,“I gotta run, I promised Brenda I’d go shopping with her and Kelly. Good luck!” You tap your hand on his arm before walking off.
“Thank, Y/N/N.”
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“‘Inverted Nipple Trouble?’ Pass. ‘Are you always attracted to losers? Here’s how to break the cycle,’” Tiff laughs at the magazine in her hand while Kelly searches through the tracks.
“Ugh, here is the cycle,” Kelly groans as she walks past Steve, with David Silver at his side.
“Trust me, dude. They’ll drool over this stuff,” Steve convinces, spraying a little black bottle of cologne on the collar of the much younger boy.
“Aw, finally found someone your own maturity level to play with, Steve?” You tease, joining Brenda at the other set of racks. Steve rolls his eyes and turns away from you.
“Oh, hey Tiff. How is that waterbed?” He smirks, turning back to the gold cologne wall.
“Kelly and Tiffany got nuclear over Steve,” Kelly’s friend gossips. Wow. Steve was the guy that tore them apart? Who would fight over him? Doesn’t exactly sound worth it.
“Details, please!” Brenda leans into her, interest piqued.
“But It was intense fallout. They just started speaking this semester in English class.”
You all grab the things you want to try on, and all five of you scurry into the freshly painted dressing rooms. You find a blue floral mini dress with cropped sleeves. It was so cute. And so two hundred dollars. Bummer.
“Do you really think one event can change your whole life?” Brenda asks, muffled by the white doors of the dressing rooms.
“Sure, like in pretty woman? Sorry Julia Roberts, but I’d wear this on the plane with Richard Gere.” Kelly responds. Such a deep thinker, that girl.
“No, I mean like what Ms. Rye was talking about– one thing you do ruining your entire life… I dont know, forget it.” Brenda continues.
“I don’t know, maybe,” You ponder. Your mind runs through the events of that night at the Bel Age. What would have happened if you stayed? Just being there for 30 more minutes probably would’ve caused you to bang Dylan’s brains out. That couldn’t be a good thing. You barely knew him, for one. You had to handle one confusing crush at a time. I mean, not that your thing with Brandon was really a crush, more of an appreciation… for a friend… that happens to be attractive. You didn’t like him like him.
“Maybe it wasn’t ruined,” Tiff calls out, “Maybe he wanted it that way.”
You change back into your normal clothes, fighting with yourself over the dress. Your parents would kill you if you spent all of your money on one dress. It was a totally cute, show-stopping dress, though. Go for it.
You walk over to the check-out counter with Kelly. You may be smart, but at this very moment you’re feeling weak.
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The next morning you trot into english class, setting your bag down with a thud.
“Do you remember, Jake kissed like a wall?” Kelly giggles, practically linked at the hip with Tiff.
“OMG yeah, but he was better than the Lizard remember?” She sticks out her tongue, making a gross slurping noise while she walks to her desk.
You sit at yours, next to Brenda.
Tiff turns to both of you, “Hey!”
“Hey,” You give her a half smile, taking your book out from your bag.
“Hey, cool dress!” Brenda smiles, a nervous tick in her voice.
“Yeah, it’s a kick for sure!” Tiff spins around, posing before sliding into her seat. You notice Kelly roll her eyes in annoyance before sitting down.
“How nice of you to model for us,” Ms. Rye jokes.
“Ms. Rye?” Brenda asks, sneaking over to the teacher, “Um, I was just wondering, who’s more guilty– someone like in Les Mis who didn’t want to steal but had to, or someone who wanted to but didn’t?”
“That’s an interesting moral twister, um, and we’ll get to that,” She’s cut off by the bell, “now.”
-
You’re lying on your bed, eyes closed, finally getting some wel deserved peace and quiet. Away from all the gossipy peers, drama, and Tiffany. She exhausted you. You feel yourself drifting off to sleep, but the deafening ring of the phone jolts you up. Who could be calling this late? Why?
You sit up and grab your phone, answering it with a groggy “Hello?”
“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry, I can call someone-” You can’t help but smile sleepily at the sound of his voice.
“Brandon?”
“Yeah…listen, can you pick me up? I took the bus to work today and they don’t run this late at night,”
“So… You need a ride? I can do that. This Town?”
“Yeah,”
“See you in 10,” You hang up, frantically fix your hair, and throw on that $200 dress. You tiptoe down the stairs and out the door, not wanting to wake up your parents. Hopping in your brother’s 1990 Red Mustang Covertible, you slowly back out of the driveway and over to the bistro.
You pull into the parking lot, and see Brandon anxiously pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. You step out of the car, the cool nighttime air almost cold enough to leave you shivering.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Brandon Walsh, Beverly Hills’ own Working Girl,” you tease, a smile on your face. He smiles back, pushing the long blue sleeves of his sweater up his arms. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah,”
Your tired eyes meet his own. You get lost in the blue of them, admiring the way the moonlight looks on his face… Until the clearing of a throat shakes you out of your trance. You both silently get in the car, and you pull out of the parking lot.
“How was it?”
“I’m beat, the job’s a total bitch,” He confides.
“Really? It at least pays well, though. Right?”
“You know, that’s what I thought walking in there…but I make next to nothing, and these guys I work with, these– Vietnamese, Portuguese, Israelites, they’re coming here with no money and they’re getting completely exploited. They’re working for pine nuts,” He explains, a frustrated tone in his voice. He’s always looking to make things better for other people, it’s something you picked up on quickly since moving to Beverly Hls. It’s one of the things you quickly grew to love about him… Something that shines brightly in times like these.
“Wow…is there anything you can do?”
He sighs, resting his head against the seat. “I don’t know,”
The streets are totally dead, totally quiet. Peaceful. Only the occasional car comes around every so often. The crickets are loud tonight, though. Filling up the empty space. You see something as you stop at a red light.
“Hey, Bran? What’s that?” You smirk.
You point over to it, a large automobile, stopped at a red light with “Beverly Hills Transit” painted on the side. He looks over, and a smile– a goofy, nervous one, spreads across his face.
He stays quiet for a moment, the smile sticking to his face, shaking his head slightly. “It’s a bus.” You both look at each other and then back at the bus, slowly. You start breaking into a fit of tired giggles. You slowly get Brandon, who’s majorly exhausted from work, going too. So now you’re both sitting at a red light, giggling ike idiots. At a bus. A bus that wasn’t supposed to be there, according to Brandon.
Instead of overthinking the situation, you just drive him home, both of you giddy from exhaustion. You pull into his driveway, putting the car in neutral. This has been a weird night. Fun, but weird.
“Thanks for driving me home,” he says, his voice soft and barely above a whisper. You give him a soft “mhmm,” in return. And, like earlier, you’re staring into his eyes again, and he’s staring into yours. You’re drifting closer and closer…
And then his mom comes out. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” You nod in response, leaning back to your normal sitting position.
“Goodnight, Brandon,” You sigh. Happily, sleepily, defeated.
“Goodnight, Y/N,”
-
Sunday night came, and you were getting ready to go out to This Town with Dylan for dinner, to go pay Brandon a visit. You had told your parents you were going to study at the library with a friend, which…okay, this time it was a total lie, but you weren’t doing anything illegal. So it’s okay. You apply your red lipstick before heading out the door. You see Dylan in his black Porsche Speedster ,parked down the street. Just far enough to avoid creating suspicion from your parents. Perfect.
-
“So, was this place any good when you went?” You ask, perusing the menu.
“It was alright. Small portions, fancy plates. Good cumin,”
“Brandon’s been running the entire time we’ve been here, I don’t think I’ve even seen him take a breath,” You chuckle, watching him make his rounds. He was nothing if not a hard worker.
“You really like him, don’t you?” Dylan inquires, watching you watch Brandon.
“Come on, we’ve been over this. Brandon’s one of my best friends,” you insist, setting down your menu. You pause. “Okay. maybe I…I do like him. But I wouldn’t ever act on it. He’s kind of attractive, so what? He’s still my friend.” Brandon makes his way closer to your table.
“Yo, boy!” Dylan gets Brandon’s attention, who’s getting swamped with dishes from other employees.
“Hey!” He calls back, turning around. You admire him in his all-white uniform. It shouldn’t look so good on him, yet you’re breathless.
“'This Town,’” Dylan begins, reading the restaurant’s menu, “'This Town is an eating experience for the morning moments, a medley of sages, cumin bouquets, fragrant vegetable jewels,’” he drops the menu onto the table, then proceeds to drop his head, fake snoring. You and Brandon laugh at his antics, but Brandon’s interrupted by his boss not long after.
“Many people would love your job,” She states, black curls hair-sprayed into place as she moves along.
“Yeah, love that minimum wage,” He remarks, sarcasm rolling off his tongue. An asian man steps beside him, helping him with his work.
“You get minimum wage? Congratulations,”
“Yeah, right, same to you,” Brandon responds, raising his eyebrows.
“None of us do,” The man replies. Brandon cocks his head at that, turning to the man.
“That’s illegal!”
“So? Who’s going to do anything?” His coworker walks back into the kitchen. You see the look on Brandon’s face and you can tell…shit’s about to hit the fan. He stomps over to his boss at the counter.
“Listen–”
“I loathe apologies, make it up to me, Brendon, the cumins need filling,” his boss nags, putting on makeup in a compact mirror.
“It’s Brandon! Brandon Walsh! I’m an investigative reporter for the West Beverly newspaper–”
You watch Brandon rant and rave from your table, not able to quite make out what he’s saying because of the loud music. He starts unbuttoning his white coat while he vents.
“Uh oh…uh oh…Dylan, why is he stripping?” You tap him on the arm frantically to get his attention.
“What, I thought you’d like that,” Dylan jokes, playful grin on his lips.
“Oh, shut up!” You laugh, taking the little ball of paper from your straw and throwing it at his face. “I hate you.” You manage to catch the last bit of the conversation.
“…How you scam your help for under minimum wage! So you can take your cumin, and you can shove it,” Brandon slams his white coat down on the counter, walking back to you guys. Wow. You don’t know whether to be amused, proud, or incredibly turned on. All three?
“Take a load off, Minnesota. ‘Dinner Delectable’ is on me,” Dylan encourages, pulling out a seat for Brandon. You can almost see the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
“Whew, free at last, free at last. Thank god almighty–” he stops the waitress, “Excuse me, can I get a round cup and a round saucer? And I’d like it before the second coming please,” Dylan shakes his head and silently laughs, while your jaw is slightly slack, loving whatever mood Brandon’s in right now. “Come on, let’s get out of here. ”
“Done deal, I know just the place,” all three of you catwalk out.
-
The Peach Pit
Brandon takes a spoonful of apple pie, “The job wasn’t just to support my car insurance habit,” he tells you. “My dad’s always worked.”
The owner of the diner leans in, both hands on the counter, “He sounds as bonkers as me.” You take a bite of your own pie as he continues, “I was 10 when I worked my first big character part in an old bogie film. There was a real pro with a sweet tooth,”
“Now I know why you dragged me all the way out here,” Brandon turns to Dylan, who’s on the other side of you.
“Best pie in L.A., food for real people,”
“Here’s to real cups and real saucers,” you quip, and all three of you raise your glasses. You look around the diner, pictures upon pictures on the walls, pink wallpaper, and rock and roll music.
“Take it or leave it,” The owner, Nat smiles.
“What I like, is you get a real cross-section of people, you know?” Dylan comments, bringing his tea to his lips.
“This really is a nice place you’ve got here,” You smile fondly.
“Listen, uh, Dylan here has been bugging me about hiring someone to help me out, I figure who would be nuts enough to want this bit? Take you, you look nuts enough,” He faces Brandon, raising his eyebrows.
“Take me!” Brandon exclaims. Oh, those were words you dreamt of hearing come out of this mouth. “I’m nuts enough!” Dammit. He’s so cute.
“I’ll vouch for that,” you giggle.
“Me too, I’ll even waive my commission,” Dylan says.
“So, when do I start?”
“How about right now?” All three of you exchange cheeky smiles.
The night ends after a few slices of pie, some milkshakes, and a curfew that’s about to break.
“Thanks for coming out with me tonight, Y/N/N,” Dylan thanks as you slide into the passengers seat. You smile at him as he pulls out of the diner’s parking lot, and turns down the street, his engine humming and the crickets chirping. You look at him for a moment, lost in your thoughts. You admire him, the night sky, and the fresh, cool, nighttime air. You speak up.
“I don’t want to go home yet,”
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