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lavendersmemories · 3 months

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I wrote this in like 2022? Thought maybe I’d post it. If a certain part seems too familiar I was obsessed with back up by deJ loaf at the time. I have a half written part 2 if anyones interested after this part.

Warnings: nsfw, smut, all characters are 18+, fem! Reader, not proof read, porn without plot, fboy Deku who’s not as good as he thought, sub Deku, begging, overstimulation, little bit of dacryphilia, might’ve missed something

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Midoriya was going on a walk, it was pretty late Friday night. As he walked through the path of the UA dorm area he found a girl sitting on a bench by herself. He didn't recognize her, she was really pretty though. Not having any plans tonight her figured he might as well try for a bit of fun. He went and sat beside the girl, she took out her headphone and looked at him unamused.

"Can I help you?" She asked coldly. He stuck out his hand to her, she looked down at it unamused not accepting it. He put his hand back down with an awkward smile.

"Hey I'm Izu-" he said getting cut off by her.

"I know your name Midoriya, and I know all about your little reputation" she said rolling her eyes, he was a little taken aback but she was starting to intrigue him.

"I didn't realize I was starting to get famous. If you know about me then-" he tried again but she cut him off.

"I know you think your some kind of lady killer but I'm not like these other girls your messing around with, I think I'll pass" she said standing up to walk away, he grabbed her hand this firey attitude in her making him really interested in her.

"You didn't even let me finish, how'd you know that's what I was gonna say" he said making her turn around.

"Fine then what did you have to say?" She asked starting to get annoyed.

"I was going to ask your name, and who you are since I don't recognize you" he said, it was the half truth he was interested in that but she had it pretty accurate that his mind was elsewhere.

"I'm Y/n, a third year in the support course" she said, she left out her last name. Making him even more intrigued, the way that she had such an attitude and stayed mysterious made him want to dive in her pants even worse, as terrible as that may sound. It wasn't just that though, he did want to get to know this mysterious girl's personality and why she acted this way. He was glad she was at least in his grade though, he was really hoping the reason he didn't recognize her wasnt because she was a first year. It also confused him though how he never met her in these three years.

"Well tell me more about yourself Y/n" he said making her pull her arm away.

"I know what kind of game your trying to play, and I'm not falling for it. Honestly just because you get around doesn't mean your this hotshot that's going to get everyone to drop their panties for you, especially because I'm sure you've never actually made a women cum in your life." She said pretty confidently. He stood up with a smirk on his face.

"I mean you can test the theory then if your so confident in it. But I will say I always make sure she finishes first~" he said, using a different tone for the second part. He was trying to be seductive, any other girl would swoon but she was used to this.

Any guy that acted like him had never made her cum, only left her annoyed. So she was sure his 'amazing reputation' was all front, he was being honest though. It was his pride that he always left girls shaking.

She finally let out a sigh and looked at him, trying to act defeated. Inside she was wearing a giant smile, kind of excited to crush his ego.

"I mean fine if your so sure of yourself" she said, making the smirk go back onto his face. She started walking towards her dorm, he followed her quickly.

"By the way when I make you cum don't be blowing up my phone, it doesn't make me your boyfriend or anything" he said from behind her, she nodded trying to stifle a giggle as she kept walking.

She took him back to her dorm, going up to the top floor. He entered the room taking a quick look around as she locked the door, not quite what he was expecting but to be fair the only thing he knew about this girl was her first name. He didn't normally like to do something like that but sometimes it happens. The girl then startled him by teleporting infront of him.

"Oh fuck, you scared me" he said as she laughed quietly. That was one way to find out her quirk.

"Don't worry, I'll be full of surprises" she said with a smirk. She then leaned up kissing him, he kissed her back wrapping an arm around her waist.

He slowly inched towards her bed, making sure to not knock either of them over in the process. Gently pushing her onto it before climbing over her body. As she stared up at him there was just something in his eyes, it drew him in.

He leaned down needing to feel her soft lips against his again. Letting his hands trail down her sides, not pushing under the shirt or straying too far, he always did try his best to be respectful.

He didn't try to pry anything, but her tongue slide past his lips making a grunt leave his mouth. If this was her pace he could most certainly match it. His tongue swirled against hers, fighting for dominance. She decided to play along and let him win, being able to feel the satisfaction on his face although she knew she could instantly wipe that away if she so chose to.

His hands settled on her waist, holding tightly as he let his tongue freely move about her mouth, trying to explore every inch of it. He was feeling satisfied in this, feeling as though she was there at his mercy. But her thigh pressed up against his crotch, causing a stutter in his movements and unexpected moan.

He had to pull away, looking down at her with half lidded lust clouded eyes. She only stared at him innocently, moving to take off her shirt. And he was quick to follow.

"Let me touch you?" He asked softly after discarding his shirt.

"Don't really have to ask" she sounded almost annoyed, placing his hands on her sides. As he let his hands explore the soft exposed skin he lean down, face in her neck. "wanted to be a gentleman" was grumbled against the skin as he kept touching her. Gently kissing at the junction between her neck and shoulder as his hands met her chest.

An annoyed sigh left his mouth at the fabric keeping him from properly touching them. He was too nice of a boy to acknowledge it earlier but he knew she had a nice chest. And as the boob guy he was he was rather excited. His hands were quick to trail behind her back, getting at those clasps quickly.

As he sat up to help her completely pull off her bra his eyes sparkled. She did have a nice chest, infact he was sure he loved it he thought. His hands were quick to cup them, feeling himself twitch against his jeans at the softness. He could do this forever.

When he realized her gaze was fixated on him and his awed look he flashed a bright smile. Leaning down to press kisses onto her collarbone.

"You have a really nice body, so beautiful" he mumble out softly, green eyes staring up at her as he left those soft kisses. Instead of venturing lower like he would've liked to he was pulled up into another kiss.

He smiled against her lips, loving the soft feeling of them against his. He really hadn't realized how worked up he had gotten until a slight shift had his hips pressed against hers. And he had to hold back a whimper at the feeling. It embarrassed him how horny he was, he usually didn't feel this way nor move so quickly. But the feeling of her leggings inching down made him ready to rip off everything and just be inside.

He sat up, his face slightly flushed as he looked down at her lightly panting. He was tugging at his belt as he watched not only her legs be exposed but also her cunt. She really did move fast, but he would be lying if he said he didn't love this pace.

His pants were quickly tugged off and he was now spreading her legs, getting ready to dive right in when she stopped him with a gentle tug of the hair.

"That won't be necessary" his eyes went wide, she really wasn't gonna let him please her? His mouth hung open for a moment but he sat up anyway, looking down at the girl.

"Then should..." his voice trailed off slightly, not positive what to ask but as her gaze trailed to his boxers he got the message, quickly pulling them down.

After he took his boxers off he tried to get on top of her but was pushed onto his back. She climbed ontop of him straddling his waist. He looked up at her as she gently grabbed his cock, before she let him inside her she looked down at him.

"By the way if I fuck and make you cum you gotta promise not to stress me. Don't be blowing up my phone and don't be leaving voice messages" she said with a smile, making fun of what he said earlier. He tried to retort but she pushed the tip against her, he pressed his lips shut.

Her being on top of him did slightly ruin his usual method but he was sure he wouldn't have a problem, or could take back control and get on top eventually. He was pretty confident in this, he's always been good at lasting long.

She in one swift quick motion made their hips meet. He didn't know what happened but he let out a grunt and instantly released inside of her. His eyes were shut tight and he gripped the sheets as he drained his load. She was quite surprised but stayed as she was.

After about a minute he opened his eyes, his face was red and the embarrassment set in.

"I-I-I" he just stuttered over again. She put a finger over his lips, beginning to rock her hips back and forth. A loud moan left his lips. "Y-y-y/n you.. you can't do that... it's too much" he said grunting and moaning, his eyes closing tightly and his hand grabbing her waist.

"Come on Midoriya you were supposed to make me cum, wheres the fun in me getting one thrust" she teased him a big smirk on her face, but she did stop moving her hips since he asked. He looked up at her, his face was red and his mouth was just left hung open. She could make out some sweat starting to drip down his face. "Well I'm disappointed but I guess if your already tapped out.." she said lifting her hips to get off of him, his hips thrusted upwards to her. He wasn't sure why but the feeling of even a little of that overstimulating pleasure leaving made his body react on its own.

"N-no, more please" he whined out, she looked down at him surprised again. He grabbed onto her hips as he continued to grind his up into them. His eyes were beginning to gloss over, with all the girls that he had been with before he never felt this way before. He had never cum so quickly, and had never chased pleasure after an orgasm. Something about her had him entranced and needing more.

"Oh I thought it was too much?" She teased seeing his head shake on the pillow, she pushed her hips back down over his. Making a loud moan leave his mouth.

"Oh god, yes please more!" He pleaded as her hips started to slowly move. He kept bucking his hips up into hers begging for her to ride him faster. Her wet walls were absolutely strangling him as she slowly bounced herself on his cock.

"Please! Faster!! I need it, please Y/n!!" He begged, his eyes growing teary again. She rolled her eyes at the begging boy beneath her, as bad as she wanted to tease him she couldn't will herself to as he shamelessly asked for more. So she raised herself almost completely off of him, sinking back down on his cock before going at an unfair pace.

Izuku squealed at the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling, he had never had a girl make him feel this way before. Usually he'd be routinely pounding away (not that he was complaining, he always got to get off) and working circles on her clit while saying the nastiest words into her ear. Or if he had a girl ride him (which was hardly ever) he'd be guiding her, fucking her down onto his cock. Possibly even holding her still just to pound up into her.

But this was a completely different and new pleasure, this felt better then any sex he had before. This made all his other sex compare to nothing more then his left hand.

He was writhing underneath her, holding onto her thighs bruisingly as she kept unfairly riding him. Her walls squeezing around him for all he was worth. And as much as the pleasure burned, as much as he thought he should stop, he just couldn't. Not when it felt this good.

He stared up at her with glossy emerald eyes as he kept squeezing her thighs, digging his nails into the plush flesh. Loud moans wouldn't stop leaving his mouth. She on the other hand looked unphased above him, riding him like this which was to her content because Izuku knew he was powerless right now. He felt like she was just using him as a toy, and god did he love being her dildo.

A loud gasp left his mouth, followed by a sob as she angled her hips a new way, allowing him to hit deeper inside her which resulted in her squeezing him tighter. Tears rolled down his cherry red cheeks as his head tossed back and forth across the pillow. His tight grip on her thighs turning deathening as he tried to take the burn of the overstimulation out on them.

"O-oh god, fuck, please, please!!" He cried out, not even knowing what he was begging for at that point. Her head tilted down to check in on the boy beneath her again, and god he looked ruined. Tears were streaming down blushing cheeks as he cried his pleasure, sweat matting his curled locks to his forehead.

"Please what pretty boy?" She asked and hearing her sultry voice, plus the nickname made him snap again. His back arched and his mouth fell open as he shoot inside her once again. A shrill scream escaped his throat as he thrashed at his second overwhelming orgasm.

Her pace never faltered, staring down at the boy in amusement as she kept greedily riding his cock. He didn't know how but he was still half hard at this point, and unfairly twitching back to life inside her. He really didn't think he could handle anymore but he'd be dammed if he asked her to stop.

His eyes were fixated on hers as she gazed down at him. Even with his blurry vision he could make out the smug look on her face. He couldn't stop himself from coming undone like this though, he would choose this pleasure over anything else.

"Such a pretty little thing you are" she purred out softly, a choked out moan leaving him in response. And a loud sob followed as her hands met his chest, expertly playing with his nipples. His thighs shook above the sheets at the new pleasure of her fingers rolling his buds. He'd never been touched that way before, and he really didn't think he could take it on top of everything else.

"Y/n.... Fuck! I can't... can't take it!" He cried out, his eyes squeezing themselves shut tight. Even as he said that he wouldn't let go of her thighs, and his cock still throbbed inside her.

Her hips didn't slow though, they probably sped he really couldn't tell anyone. And she just kept squeezing around him, the sensation was growing tighter. Her delicate fingers were still dancing on his chest, just adding to the overstimulation that was melting his mind with each pinch and roll of his sensitive nipples.

His thighs shook beneath her as his eyes shot open, crying out wishing for the burn to stop even if it felt so good. Her expression above him was no longer smug his blurry vision was finally able to decipher, in fact she was biting her lip and looked to be struggling. And from the way her gushing cunt wouldn't stop clenching around him his two functioning brain cells were able to tell what was gonna happen.

So he willed himself to buck his hips up into her unforgiving heat, wanting so desperately to help her cum even if he could barely think. She was caught off guard and her motions on his chest had to pause as she tried to collect her bearings. As much as she wanted to hold back, make it look like she had so much more self control then him, she was failing and she knew she was gonna cum soon.

"Please!! Please, leaaaseee!!" Izuku forced himself to scream out, it was the most coherent he could get even though it was horribly slurred by all the drool in his mouth.

She took the hint, cursing herself in the back of the mind as she let herself give in. No longer ignoring the tightly wound begging coil in her stomach she moved a hand down to rub her clit. Quickly coming undone and convulsing around his cock. Izuku couldn't be happier to see her cum "for him", it wasn't much of his doing but it satisfied him. So much that the sight had his eyes rolling back and his back arching off the bed, pouring a third load into her tight clenching pussy. Until he was whining and whimpering, it really had become too much.

She looked down at him and mercifully lifted herself off from his cock. Wiping the tears and drool away from his pretty face as he hazily stared up at her, a happy dopey grin on his face and unfocused emerald eyes close enough to meeting hers. She gave his forehead a kiss before getting off the bed, fetching a towel to clean him up.

His hazy eyes opened a little surprised as she started cleaning him up, mumbling his appreciation. He was practically passed out right now, barely paying attention as she got herself dressed again.

When he forced himself to sit up he felt like he couldn't look at her with anything other then pure adoration. He sighed dreamily "this is more then a crush, i just might be in love" whether it was with her or her pussy was still to be determined.

#izuku smut #izuku midoriya #izuku mydoria #izuku x reader #smut #mha smut #deku smut #midoriya smut #izuku midoryia smut #izuku midoria x reader #izuku midoryia x you #sub deku #deku x reader

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ticklehigh-allthetime · 3 months

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Losers Together

A/n: Hey guys! I haven’t wrote a tk fic in so long so bear with me please! Huskerdust has my soul literally.)

It had been a normal day in the hotel for everyone,except for Husk.

He had been standing behind the counter long in thought staring into space.

Everyone in the hotel knew about Husks deal with Alastor. They knew not to bring it up to either of them because it would make husk mad and grumpier than he already was.

The only person who could ask questions was Angel. Husk trusted Angel with everything, perhaps it was from the close bond they had with each other….. I mean to be fair Angel was the first person in hell to ever seen him cry which is reasonable because they were now dating.Husk was trying to avoid thinking about what happened to him with Alastor a while ago but he couldn’t help himself. The more he thought about it the angrier he got. For the first time in a while he started thinking and reflecting on his actions and how fucked up he was mentally. He felt tears in his eyes but blinked them away laying his head on the counter. He started to think about Angel. He couldn’t wrap his finger around why Angel liked him or even…..noticed him? He was a grumpy old cat after all, why would someone as cool as Angel want him? He sunk into to counter eventually falling asleep.

Angel eventually got home from work, today was a good day for him because Val didn’t go too far in the studio and he got off work earlier than usual. Angel was excited to see his grumpy cat lover so they could hang out, usually they never have time to hang out in the day because of Angels work schedule but thankfully today was different.

He walked up to the bar noticing Husk purring as he slept with his head on the counter.

Angel moved next to him and rubbed his ears, most of the time when Husk sleeps at the bar he’s had a bad day so Angel knew something was up.

He stayed there until Husk eventually woke up to Angel softly petting his head. “What the…..Angel? You’re back already?” His voice was raspy and deep from just waking up.

Angel smiled at him but noticed the fur by his eyelids were a bit damp hinting he was crying a bit. “Hey Husky how about we go to my room so you can get some sleep, okay?”

Husk smiled at the offer but wasn’t super tired anymore.

“I’m not that tired anymore but we can still go to your room if you want”He took a sip from his drink then throws away the bottle.

They get to Angels room and decided to watch a movie.

Angel was laying on Husk’s chest as they watched on of Angels favorite comedy movies. He looks up to Husk seeing a sour expression on his face. He pauses the movie and looks up to him. “Hey we can change the movie if you don’t like it baby, I don’t mind” Angel smiles at him softly “are you ok?” He kisses Husk’s cheek looking at him with admiration. Husk looks down at him still wondering how he got such an amazing soul in this dipshit called hell. “Yes Angel I’m fine” He mumbles softly still not acting like he was enjoying their time together.

Angel frowned, “Is it Alastor again?”

Husk ashamedly looked down. “I mean kinda? I dunno I’m just-“ He sighs looking an angel holding his chin. “I just don’t know why you stick with me all the time….im not a good person and I’m not worth your time”

Angel basically gasped. It felt like Angels heart just exploded in millions of peices. If anything Husk doesn’t deserve him. He sat up and looked at Husks solemn expression.

“Babe honestly what the fuck are you talking about?”

Husk was caught off guard and stared at him with confusion “I mean-“ Angel covered his mouth and hugged him. “You deserve the world, if I could give that to you I would.”

Husk hugged him back. He still wasn’t used to getting all that affection and admiration but he didn’t exactly hate it.

They cuddled while Angel continued spilling compliments to Husk u til he was a blushing mess.

“We’re both losers together remember?” Angel smiled at husk as he nodded. Angel was messing with Husk fur eventually brushing up against his sides.

Husk jolted and made a weird expression, he hoped Angel hadn’t noticed but it was too late. Angel smiled at him. “Dang I forgot you were so ticklish that even a tiny brush against your side makes you squirm~”

Husk blushes and grabbed Angels hand tiredly. “Don’t even think about it”

“Too late~ ‘sides you need a good laugh after today”

Soon enough Angel grabbed Husk paws and places them above his head gently tracing his fingers on his sides waiting for a reaction.

Husk didn’t was to succumb so easily and was fighting back the urge to laugh. To be honest Husk never hated when Angel would tickle him but he would never admit that to ANYONE even himself..

“Babyyyyy come onnnn it would be sooo much easier and fun if you would just let loose!” Angel giggled as he watched husk struggling not to laugh as his body twitched with every move angels fingers made.

Husk eventually let go and started laughing, his laugh started with minor chuckles but eventually got louder.

“There’s my smiley baby~” Angels fingers started getting faster and softer as he went to Husk’s ribs and soon enough his wings opened up from all the adrenaline. Angel gave husk a mischievous look.

Husk looked at him panicking while he was laughing still from the tingly sensations

“DOHAHANT YOHAHAU FUAHACKING DAHARE!”

Angel the stared tracing on his wings while leaving a set of hands on his sides still tickling.

Angel thought Husk laugh couldn’t get louder, lord he was wrong.

Husk was laughing really hard but he was also purring in between laughter. Angels whole face lit up

“Oh my god! You’re enjoying this!”

Husk blushes really hard and eventually his laughter becomes wheezes. Angels took that as a sign to stop, he let go of his paw and sat down smiling at him.

Husk was still in a fit of giggles on the floor laughing at the funny situation he got himself in.

“Sooooo you like being tickled husky?”

Husk looked at Angel still out of breath with a faint blush.

“Fuahak off….”

Angel looked at him with a grin “it’s okay I don’t judge baby” Angle rubbed Husks belly removing the ghost tickles. He started kissing husks face all over and hugging him.

“Losers together?” Angel smiles and lets go of the hug.

“Loser together” Husk pulled Angel into a kiss, afterwards they decided to head to sleep ending the evening with cuddles and a few slight tickles from Angel to Husk every few minutes. He didn’t mind though, he loved Angel so so much.

#sfw tickle community #tickle content #tickle thoughts #huskerdust #leehusk #lerangel #hasbin hotel #hasbinhoteltickle

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blumeblooms · 5 months

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- > speak up ! || four - AITA ??

toge inumaki x reader

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“Okay I’m gonna be honest that’s embarrassing. But just act like nothing happened! You literally just got here anyways” Nobara says. She practically ran with the other first years to meet you once she heard the news, and even if she was a little overbearing, you liked her.

“Okay but that’s the problem! The first impression is so bad, and i don’t want awkward tension… Like am i the asshole?? I was technically just doing my job” You say with a sigh as you keep walking, you notice megumi side eye you as you groan.

“If you’re going to talk like those reddit posts then i’m almost glad that happened to you. Please don’t make me hear this, i already hear about Yuuji’s youtube shorts enough.” Megumi says deadpan. Yuuji screams in offense as you debate when did men become so sassy. You’ve just met these people and you feel like you’re losing your sanity by the minute.

“It’s okay Y/n! Inumaki is a really nice guy, and i’m sure he’s not the type to hold grudges!” Itadori says with a wide smile, and you smile slightly. Atleast one of them was being optimistic.

“Uhm, yes he is. Remember months ago when Maki dropped his tooth brush in the toilet by accident and now every group sleepover there’s a sign to keep Maki out the bathroom??” Nobara says as she laughs at the memory as your face contorts in horror. Yuuji makes an ‘o’ motion with his mouth as he remembers.

“Oh, lovely! Not only did i make a bad first impression, but he’s the type to hold grudges! Amazing.” You say sarcastically with fake cheer in your tone. Nobara laughs and pats you on the head.

“Okay, he’s not going to hold a grudge over something like that. Just apologize or something, if that’s what you want to do atleast. Then move on.” Nobara shrugs as she takes a sip of her drink. You thought about it for a moment, did you want to apologize? Couldn’t be the worst thing.

“It’d be kinda funny if he did though” Megumi snorts as Nobara shoves him, you threaten him as you all keep walking. Thinking about what you’ll do to apologize.

“Just talk to him Y/n! It can’t be that bad” Yuuji says encouragingly.

“How?? He talks in onigiri ingredients! I mean i guess he could write it down but still..” You say as you think of the awkward silence that would probably happen as he wrote down the awaited response. You cringe at the thought.

“I mean honestly, you manipulate sound waves right? So if you focused on it, you could probably talk to him normally. Though i don’t know how open he’d be to that idea right now” Megumi speaks up as you all look at him. Thinking about the idea. Talking to him normally? I mean that’d be ideal, but you don’t want to force him out of his comfort zone. Especially not right now.

“I don’t know.. Maybe i’ll just buy an apology gift. I have no idea what though.” You sigh as you can already feel a headache coming on. You’d laugh about this in the future right? Probably.. Maybe… Hopefully.

“Ohh that’s a good idea! You can get him cough drops or something for his throat! It’s thoughtful and useful.” Yuuji suggests with two thumbs up. You think about it, that’s not a terrible idea. Though you don’t know why he needs them, it couldn’t hurt right?

“Maybe.. Thank you. I’ll figure it out later, let’s go see that movie you wanted to watch.” You say as you feel a little more relieved, you’ll head to the store later.

“Yessss!! I’m so excited to watch it! It got 2 star ratings but that just means it’s closer to being number one right?? So i’m sure it’s good.” Yuuji says as you all look at him in horror. No way he was being serious.

“Are you.. You’re not serious right? Are you really that dumb? Oh my god..” Nobara says mortified as the rest of the groups banter fades in the background. A small smile on your face.

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Meanwhile….

“Toge what’s wrong with you. Why do you look like a toddler who was told there’s food at home.” Maki says with a brow raised.

“Yeah dude you’re totally sulking. You’re not still hung up on earlier are you??” Panda says with a loud laugh as Inumaki sends him a glare.

“Mustard leaf.” Toge says as he runs a hand through his hair. He has no idea why this was bothering him so much, but it was starting to get irritating.

“It’s not a big deal dude. Just return the flowers or something.” Maki says with an eye roll. Though she pretended not to care, she hoped this would be over with soon, for everyone’s sake.

“Yeah! I know you’re still probably upset because you fumbled a bad bitch, but it’s ok Toge. Let it marinate for a little, it’ll work out.” Panda says with his shit eating grin. Toge is about to wipe it off.

“Toge.. why are you pulling down your-“

“Shit yourself.” Toge says as he laughs while panda screams and runs. Maki makes a disgusted noise as she goes the other way.

He throat may burn, but it was worth it. He debates what Maki said earlier.. maybe he’ll just buy new flowers, that had to be good enough right?

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- > i had to throw in the use of cursed speech

- > yuuji is dumb but it’s ok we love him

- > y/n being bffs w the first years confirmed !!

• summary - in where you meet a nice lady in a flower shop you volunteer at, just to find out you can defeat curses when you thought you were just hallucinating. you transfer to jujutsu high, and you see a guy with his face covered who tried to steal flowers the other day! you confront him and he stays silent, so you tell him to speak up, only for him to say… onigiri ingredients? whether you just quit or go on with this new lifestyle- well, that’s for fate to decide.

- > taglist - @kasumitenbaz , @aespaforlifersyall

#inumaki toge #inumaki toge x you #inumaki toge x reader #speak up smau #jjk smau #panda jjk #okkotsu yuuta #itadori yuuji #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #megumi fushiguro #friends to lovers

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dsireland86 · 5 months

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There is Beauty in the Pain

CHAPTER 2

***Warnings: physical abuse, emotional abuse, mental abuse, language, sexual content

Summary: Noah and Sophie find each other in the most unprecedented circumstances. Whether it's the Universe, fate, destiny, or pure luck, they can't deny that their souls were simply meant to be

TAGS: @nyxthedestroyerofworlds, @thescarlettvvitch @lma1986@missduffsblog

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Revised chapter. The old one sucked.

--LINK TO CHAPTER 3 PT.1 AT THE BOTTOM--

Sophie:

The night air wasn't freezing, but I was so glad I decided to wear my hoodie. Compared to inside of the venue where I'd just come from, the outside L.A. air was cool enough to make me pull my hood over my head and shove my hands deep into my pockets. Honestly, I wasn't sure if it was the temperature or excitement that was making my body shiver.

The concert was incredible and just what I needed to escape the hell of my reality. My therapist suggested I start doing more normal things to get my mind back into thinking I wasn't living through trauma anymore, and when I mentioned the concert, she said I should jump on the opportunity. But trying to teach yourself how not to respond at certain times or to certain things or certain situations was easier said than done; especially when you were sometimes living in a state of constant fear.

The fact that I used to be with a man who became my entire world faster than I expected was the reason for what I was going through now. He was my first of many things and I fell head over heels in love with him; his stunning blue eyes, dirty blond hair, tall muscular body and sweet personality was like having my own Prince Charming. But once we grew comfortable with each other and he knew he had complete control of me, his sadistic and hedonistic nature was quick to come out, trapping me in a violent love affair that of course ended in violence. That was many months ago and here I was still trying to put my life back together after he'd ripped it apart. But I was doing better than I thought and the Bad Omens concert was proof that things were changing in my life for the better. I was healing and their music was part of the process that made me feel more like myself every day. Tonight, though, was the icing on the cake. Tonight I was flying high on confidence and butterfly feelings that was the reason for the smile still plastered to my face. And it was all thanks to Noah and his very obvious flirting.

He made eye contact with me half way during the show. As the lead singer of the band, I first wrote it off as part of the job for stage presence. I caught him looking periodically throughout the night, smiling when he noticed me staring back, and I couldn’t push away the feeling that something was going on between us. I later learned I was right when Noah came down off the stage and mingled with the fans. He touched their hands and even gave a few quick side hugs, but stopped the moment he got to me. I froze when his fingers touched my cheek, the feeling of his cold fingers sliding down my skin taking my breath away and making my legs weak.Thank God I was holding on to the steel barrier or I just might have collapsed.

Noah and I had a moment; a beautiful, amazing, moment that I would never forget. I don't know what came over me, but as he turned to leave, I quickly grabbed his wrist, sliding my hand into his before he had the chance to return to the stage. He looked back at me, the surprise in his dark chocolate eyes making my heart skip a few beats, I didn’t know a guy could be so adorable and fucking hot as hell at the same time and it gave me the wrong feelings in the wrong places, making me clench my thighs tight together. Before I let go of him, he kissed my hand, focusing on my knuckles. Noah’s lips were wet and the kiss was soft and very innocent, but the way his eyes fluttered closed then opened, twinkling as that same disarming smile I’d seen many times before in photos crept over his over his face, I could tell he was maybe feeling the same way I was; ecstatic.

I threw my hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming. Later at the end of the show he found me again. His long arm stretched out to me, reaching for me as far as he could. I gave him my hand, feeling like time had stopped for a moment. It was a magical experience that I would never, ever forget. Noah motioned something as he was walking away, but because of the people bumping into me and walking between us, I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. I left soon after.

I wished I could have had the opportunity to tell Noah and his bandmates what their music did for me; how it healed me and helped with my recovery. But, I didn't and that was okay. The sweet, personal moments I did have with Noah would stay in my heart and head forever, like a tattoo, encouraging me to keep going no matter how hard life got.

The two and a half years of abuse that sometimes disguised itself as love had eaten away a lot of my self-confidence, leaving me a shell of my former self. But they say that things happen for a reason, and I suppose they were right. What happened to me was the foundation for my personal growth and even though it broke me to the point I didn't believe I would or even could recover, I did. Once I was out of the woods and gave the past a brief look, I no longer stayed there, but began the journey of identifying the new me

The wind blew, dragging me from my thoughts, and I shivered. I picked up my pace and walked a little faster, thankful my apartment building wasn’t far from the venue. In minutes, the tall six story building greeted me like an old friend. I went inside, grateful for the immediate warmth. I took the stairs to the third floor where my apartment was because I had a weird fear of elevators, of all things, and stepped out into the familiar hall that would lead me to my front door. It was quiet in the hall, but not so much that I couldn't hear the faint sound of a tv or the sounds of the outside world below and I yawned when I looked at the time on my phone.It was way past my bedtime. Pulling my keys out from my pocket, I grabbed the doorknob, turning it out of habit and found it was already unlocked. Sudden dread filled my chest, causing it to tighten beneath my skin. I placed my hand over it, feeling my pounding heartbeat, and tried to calm the thoughts that were suddenly speeding through my head. Staying out in the hallway wasn’t an option and I didn’t want to waste the Police’s time in case it turned out to be nothing, so I was left with only one other option and that was to enter my apartment and face whatever was waiting on the other side. With nine-one-one on speed-dial, I slowly opened the door, greeted only by darkness at first, but as my eyes adjusted I saw the small light coming from the kitchen that I always left on. Feeling around on the wall for the switch, I flipped it up and the living room filled with a soft white glow that illuminated everything in it. I sighed, releasing the breath that I’d been holding, as my shoulders drooped and my body relaxed. Everything was okay. No danger. After closing the front door and locking it, I headed toward my bedroom to take a shower when my bedroom door flew open and I screamed. Perry’s tall, massive figure, dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, loomed over, stirring up a heap of emotions inside me. My hand flew to my mouth as the other gripped my chest, and for a second I thought I was going to pass out from fright.

"Sophie," Perry said, his smile so big and beautiful. "God, I missed you baby." I took a step back. My eyes were wide with fear and I knew he noticed. He stared at me, eyes narrowing as he watched for my next move, but all I could do was stand there, speechless. He took a few steps toward me but I didn’t move, and then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest and holding me close. I found it difficult to catch my breath as the tightness in my chest wouldn’t let up, making me feel suddenly very dizzy. Perry’s scent, so rich, so intoxicating, flooded my senses and brought back memories of the night he left me broken with the proof of his rage all over my body. I began to cry, thinking of how badly he’d hurt me and what happened the following day and how he didn’t answer my calls or any of my texts and I felt abandoned, betrayed and neglected. He’d simply got on an airplane and disappeared from sight. Perry gently caressed my hair, whispering to me how much he missed me and was sorry he left like he did, but I didn't want to hear any of it. My cries turned into sobs, and I felt the panic attack coming but I didn't fight it. Instead, I allowed it to submerge me into its darkness as Perry’s strong arms tightened around me, holding me through it.

I must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing I remembered, I was laying on my couch with a pillow under my head and a blanket over me. Looking around I saw Perry sitting in the chair opposite of me, hands gripping the arms rests and his head laid against the back of the chair.

"What are you doing here Perry?" I asked, sitting up and wiping my face with the sleeves of my hoodie. His head shot up. Our eyes met, and it disarmed me when I saw how his were filled with worry, but honestly that wasn’t anything new. Perry could be a very good actor at times.

"What do you mean?” His blue eyes were confused.

"I mean what are you doing here? And how did you get in?” I pulled the blanket back and flung my legs over, placing them on the floor. “You left me months ago without a word since.”

He frowned "Right, about that," he answered, peering up at me through his eyelashes. "I," he leaned forward and reached for my hand, but I moved away. He glared at me, and I noticed his jaw tighten. My body went rigid. "I still have a key." he confessed, pulling the silver item from his pocket and laying it down on the end table beside him. "Sophie, I was under so much stress at the time those things happened between us that day. I know they were horrible things, I know I hurt you and I'm sorry I did them. I came back to tell you so, hoping you'll forgive me. I came back to tell you I love you and I still want you.”

He was lying, just like all the times before. Perry was good at manipulating me and knew how to use it against me to get what he wanted. At one time, he was my weakness and I believed everything he said to me; the good and the bad. Early on in our relationship, I began to feel like all the things that went wrong were my fault; that I was to blame for all the ill-fated misfortunes that happened to Perry. He made me believe they were and I spent so much time doing whatever he wanted to make it up to him.

"Sophie?" I looked at him, fighting back tears."Well?" "Well, what? What do you want me to say, Perry? Let’s just pick up where we left off and pretend that you didn’t do anything to me? Pretend that you didn't walk out on me, leaving me so fucked up and hurting right over there on my own living room in complete and utter misery? You put me in the hospital for god's sake! You broke me and you expect me to say that all is okay and forgiven; let’s work things out, pick up where we left off just so you can feel better about yourself? I can't do that; I won't do that and just because you say you love me doesn't mean it’s true and that I feel loved by you.”

The familiar shadows of anger crept across Perry’s face. He straightened his back, rising to his full height, and my legs began to shake. My heart was beating so fast and I was terrified but I did my best to not let it show. "Come here," he said, beckoning me over with his finger. I didn’t move."Sophie, I said come here. Now!” The rise in his tone sent me scrambling over to him because of conditioned obedience. I brace myself for what I was sure would happen next.

"You couldn't wait to disobey me could you? Couldn't wait to push!” He snatched a handful of my hair and yanked my head back until I was looking right at him. "I came back to you, Sophie. I came back to this pathetic shit you call your life to tell you that I was sorry and that I missed you; I missed us. But all you can do is mouth off and refuse me your forgiveness. You’re just as much of a bitch as I remember.” Crying out, I flinched, instantly attacking Perry’s hands with my own. Finally, he released me, pushing me away. I rubbed my head, grimacing over the pain my head now felt. Perry ran his hands through his hair and down his face, pacing around in an attempt to calm himself down. No matter how hard I tried, the tears from my eyes fell, making my nose run as I stood, huddled into myself scared to even look his way."All I want is your forgiveness, baby. That’s it. Everything else, I know we can work out. Please.” I glanced over at him. Perry stared at me, his expression now softened and blue eyes pleading with me to do what he asked. "I fucking love you, baby. I just want to love you."

He came over to me and I flinched when he grabbed my arm and moved in close. His body rubbed up against mine, the sexual tension rapidly spreading between both of us. I hated Perry, and despised what he’d just done to me, yet no matter what he did, my body always responded to his sexual advances. Maybe it was because he was responsible for taking my virginity and I didn’t have anyone else to compare him to or because he knew my body like the back of his hand and what to do to get the right responses out of me. He was hard for me already, leading me back against the wall and pinning me against it as he slipped his tongue in my mouth and kissed me like a starving mad man. It was passionate, aggressive, and I wanted it despite everything.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry," he moaned into my neck while his hands traced my sides up and down. “Being without you was slowly killing me and I'm just,” pulling away to look at me. He took my face between his large hands, rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs and pecking my lips. “I fucked up so bad,Sophie.” I nodded, sniffling back tears. He buried his face back into my neck and left more wet kisses on my skin. I was responding to him in a way I knew wasn’t healthy or safe and I had to stop. "Perry, stop," I said, pushing on his chest to get him off me. He lifted his head again staring deeply into my eyes and for a moment I saw a glimpse of the man I was once in love with. My hand found the side of his face and I slowly traced his jawline and chin, forgetting that I was never supposed to touch his face unless he said I could. He snatched my hand away so fast, squeezing it until the pain sliced through me. I took a deep breath, clenching my teeth together. "I told you to never touch me unless I say you can," he said sternly. I swallowed, peering up at him. “I’m sorry,” I squeeked.

Releasing my hand, Perry backed away from me, giving me room to move, and wandered over to the kitchen, taking two glasses out of the cabinet."Do you know why I never called or wrote, Sophie?” My head was still reeling from what just happened between us, that his question didn’t even register at first. I followed him into the kitchen, watching as he filled the glasses with my only bottle of red wine. “I don’t know Perry, why didn’t you?’ He handed me a glass, which I took, but didn’t drink. “I was ashamed, that’s why. I didn’t know how to face you after what I did.” I wanted to believe him, god knows I did, but the voice inside my head was screaming at me not to. He took the glass from my hand and sat it back down, sliding his hands around my face and pulling me in for another heated kiss. I was breathless when we parted. Perry grinned, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear and tapping the end of my nose. It was a cute gesture that normally would have made me smile, but not this time. I was through being broken by him.

"You’re never going to make any of the past right, Perry.” “Then let’s start over; fresh and new.” I shook my head and took a step back. “No, I don’t want to. It's over, Perry; for good. What happened between us is in the past and what's done is done. I don’t want a life anymore.” I watched the last of the kindness leave his eyes as the evil that drove him to hurt me seeped in. I gasped the moment he swept the wine glass off the counter, sending them crashing to the kitchen floor. The sound of glass breaking and shattering on the tile was so loud as the crimson color of the wine spread like blood. Perry’s hand wrapped around my neck and was pressing so hard against my throat, choking me. I gasped for air, clawing at his hands and dragging my nails down his arms. He yelled out, seething through his teeth. “You fucking bitch,” he screamed, hitting me for the first time across my face and sending waves of tremendous pain through me that only worsened when he began to shake me like a rag doll. My back slammed against the wall sending pictures crashing to the floor as his hand came down again and slapped me so hard it was enough to make my lips begin to bleed. “Since you don’t want to play the way I want you to play, I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls who don’t obey,” throwing a punch to my gut. I groaned loudly, sliding down the wall no longer able to stand from the pain I was now in. My body was in shock and I couldn’t stop it from shaking.

“Beg for me to stop, and maybe I will,” Perry fumed, breathing heavily. I shook my head, crying uncontrollably. “I said beg, whore! That’s what you are! I bet you’ve slept with every man who’s crossed your path since I’ve been gone.” I continued shaking my head, moaning and mumbling “no”. He reached down and pulled me to my feet, hitting me again before slamming me against the wall. "I fucking love you, Sophie. All I've ever wanted was for you to love me in return.” “But I did love you, Perry," I screamed out through my pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the blood and dripping onto the floor. "I was so in love with you, but you were too wrapped up in yourself to see. And then you started hurting me and all the love I had for you began to fade. You have no idea how much I loved you,” I stammered, looking him deep into his eyes. There was so much confusion and hurt written all over his face, but before any of it could reach his heart, he jabbed his fist into my side and grabbed me by the hair, leading me to the living and throwing me to the floor, just like he did the night he left me. I was terrified of what was coming next.

Crawling my way to the sofa, Perry grabbed my legs and pulled me back, slapping me a few more times before straddling me. “I want your pussy baby. I want what’s mine!” I started swinging at him, trying to hit him anywhere, but couldn’t. Once he got a hold on my hands, he pinned them on each side of my head, but I wouldn’t stop squirming and thrashing around as hard as I could. “Get off me, Perry,” I screamed at the top of my lungs, praying any of my neighbors would hear. Perry grunted as he tried to keep me still. We continued to struggle and wrestle for a few moments and I was getting tired, but I couldn’t allow Perry to get the upper hand on me. If he did, I knew I’d end up in the hospital again or worse; dead. Releasing one of my hands so he could undo the button on my jeans, it seized the chance to take back my life by slamming my fist into the side of Perry’s face. Screaming in rage, he let go and sat back, holding his face in pain. He yelled, but I didn’t give him any chance to do anything more to me as I slid my leg out from under him and slammed it into between his chest and stomach. “Fuck you, Perry,” I screamed, watching as he fell back into my tv stand, knocking everything off, including the tv. I scrambled to my feet, and grabbing my phone that I had left on the chair by the front door, I quickly undid the locks and ran out of my apartment, never looking back.

CHAPTER 3 PT.1

#noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #nick folio #fanfic #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo

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littlemissmanga · 11 months

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A Man What Takes His Time

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader

w/c: 1621

Summary: You love the passion and exuberance that Wrecker brings to every aspect of his life. Including his love life with you. But every so often, you’d like to slow things down. When you try to explain that to him, he doesn’t quite understand. So you figure a little demonstration may help your man pick up what you’re putting down. Luckily Wrecker has always been a hands-on learner.

Rating: E. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Warnings: Talk about sex, Implied intimacy, slight male nudity (chest/torso), teasing, dirty talk

a/n: I was thinking about how early in a relationship, Wrecker likely would just give his all 100% of the time and never hold back. How could he when you’re so amazing and he loves you so much? But I can also see him not understanding when his partner tried to explain why she may want to shift the mood to slow and passionate sometimes and feel bad about himself, thinking he wasn’t giving you what you wanted. And then the conversation wrote itself, and I worked out the rest to set it up. Hope you enjoy!

Song Reco: Guy What Takes His Time

Being with Wrecker was amazing. It was everything you ever wanted.

And sometimes, it was a little more than you wanted. Physically, at least.

Not that you couldn’t keep up with him. Honestly, there were times when Wrecker was the one keeping up in the bedroom. And he would never hurt you. He was far too careful about keeping his strength in check around you.

No, it was just that with too much frequency for your liking, Wrecker’s exuberance would overtake the mood.

You felt bad for even thinking that. Sex with Wrecker was … incredible. Intense. The feeling of his hands holding you so securely made you feel safe, precious, even as he stretched and filled you, pounding into you until you saw stars. It was like your pleasure was his single goal, and he pursued it with vigor, leaving you blissed out and mindlessly satisfied every time.

But you just wished that you could slow things down every once in a while. It was rare you two got much alone time at all. So when you raced toward the finish line when you had a few hours the other day left you feeling a bit sour afterward. And it made you realize that, while pleasurable, your encounters were all usually pretty quick.

Was it so wrong to want to indulge in your man?

That’s why, when you learned the others would be heading to the nearest trading outpost to pick up supplies, you steeled yourself to say something should the opportunity arise.

And sure enough, it did. You had just finished reorganizing the supply hold when you felt your lover’s firm arms snake around you and pull you flush against him.

“Hi pretty girl.” The rumble you felt through his chest almost sounded louder than the words in your ear. Giggling, you pushed back into him even further, placing your arms over his.

“Hey yourself.”

“You all done here?” he asked, his hands splaying out across your abdomen, claiming it.

“Yup!”

“Great!”

Never one to waste time on words, Wrecker picked you up with ease and hauled you backward into his bunk as you gave an undignified squeal. He bounced as he sat on his bed, bouncing you with him until you settled sideways on his lap. Before you could blink, his lips were on you, excited and demanding, as if his patience had finally run out.

It likely has.

You loved his enthusiasm. It was so easy to get lost in the genuine joy he had as he kissed you, touched you. It made you feel so … desired. It was heady and all consuming, a feeling you never wanted to lose. And for a moment, you considered holding your tongue.

But the nagging feeling of wanting to wring pleasure out of every moment you had together wouldn’t go away. Gently, you pushed back from him and took a steadying breath.

“Do you mind if we go a bit slower today?”

You weren’t sure exactly how Wrecker would react. But you probably should have expected the concerned look he gave you.

“Uh, yeah. Are you okay, Mesh’la? I didn’t push you, did I?”

Your stomach dropped at his subdued question. “No! No, baby, not at all! Sometimes it’s nice to change things up, ya know?”

The hand that had been resting on your hip came up to rub the back of his neck. “Not really. I like what we do. B-but I’m happy to try whatever ya want.”

Oh kriff, you were messing this up. “I love what we usually do, too! It’s just … I just … Ugh, I’m not explaining this right.” You sat in silence for a beat, trying and failing to put your desires into a coherent sentence. Clarity on how to move forward came slowly, but it did come eventually. “I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

“Of course, baby! Why d’ya even have to ask?”

“I wanna try something … and I need you to trust me, OK?”

His smile was so bright, despite the lingering uncertainty you could see in the way his hand still rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll always trust ya.”

Your smile grew to match his. “Then take your shirt off and lay down for me, big guy.”

“Heh, I can do that.”

Wrecker stripped off his upper blacks and settled back on the bed, sliding his hips until he was perfectly centered with you sitting at his side.

“OK, now close your eyes and keep them closed.” He raised his scarred eyebrow at you, smile still painted on his lips. “I mean it! Eyes closed and don’t open them.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he chirped cheekily.

You leaned across him to meet his lips with your own. Unlike under his lead earlier, you kept the kiss light despite his attempts to push forward.

“Shhh, Wreck. Relax.” You cooed at him, pushing back against his chest with the lightest touch until he was still once more. “Don’t move. Just focus on how I make you feel.”

You could see the frown tugging at his plush lips and you smirked before moving up to soothe the furrow of his brow with another gentle kiss.

“Focus on how my lips feel on your skin,” you instructed in a whisper, moving said lips across his forehead and down to his ear before catching the lobe on your teeth. His hiss sent a jolt of warm delight through your stomach to settle deliciously in your core.

Yes, this is what you had been craving.

“I like that I can take my time kissing you.” You let your voice drop into a sultry husk, breathing your words out and letting that breath tickle the shell of his ear. Satisfaction curled along the base of your spine as you caught a glimpse of his hands curling into the sheets beneath him.

“Thank you for staying so still for me. I know it’s hard, baby. But I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Your tongue darted out to swipe across the delicate skin just under his jaw with enough pressure to pull just so against the shadow of scruff there, indulging on his responding moan.

“You taste so good for me. I want you to focus on how it feels when I taste you.” You could feel his breathing hitch and his heart increase as you drag yourself down his chest. Enticed by the broad expanse of golden skin splayed out before you, your fingers dance along the contours of his muscles.

“Think about how my fingers feel running feather light across your chest.” You barely brush over the peaks of his nipples, earning you a sweet whimper from your lover.

You very much wanted to do it again, but you had a point to make. And you knew Wrecker would never listen if he was too worked up.

Swallowing the temptation, you sat back and ran your fingers down his stomach. “You feel so good under my hands, baby. So strong and warm. And I don’t get to touch you nearly enough. I always want more.”

You then move over to run your hands along the rivets of his hips before scraping your nails gently over the fabric of his blacks, imagining how good it would feel to have the soft skin of his muscled thighs under you right now.

“Can you feel how every single cell feels like it’s buzzing, like it’s about to explode?”

Wrecker’s eyes popped open, the look of wonder and understanding in them halting the admonishment on your tongue. Instead, you felt a gentle smile pulling at the corner of your mouth.

“I want to make you feel like that more. It’s fun to go fast sometimes. But if you do it every time, you don’t get to enjoy the path you’re on. Going slow like this,” you purr as you lean forward to blanket his torso with your body, eyes falling level right in front of his, “means you can enjoy the journey so much more. You can even stop to savor your favorite parts longer.”

With a mischievous smirk, you ran your fingers back up his torso to catch on his nipples once again, sending a violent shudder through him and causing his hips to jump. A satisfied giggle escaped you at the feel of his very hard length against your side.

Before you could think any more about how well he responded to your teasing, Wrecker’s hand wrapped firmly around the back of your neck and pulled you forward and into a kiss.

But unlike last time, Wrecker didn’t push into you. Instead, he kept the pressure just firmer than “too light” before you felt the decadent slide of his tongue along your bottom lip.

“I get it now. My smart girl explained it so good to me.”

You glowed with his praise. “Glad I could hel—!” Your words devolved into an embarrassing yelp and your eyes slammed shut in surprise as Wrecker wrapped his arm around your waist and flipped you to press you into the mattress. You suppressed a groan of your own, your core clenching around nothing at just how easily he could throw you around.

Your hips sought out his without conscious thought ... but found no relief. Your eyes opened, confused upon seeing Wrecker holding himself away from you.

“Wrecker?” You questioned, bending your knee to rub your leg against his until his hand engulfed your thigh, holding you in place with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry, smart girl. I think I know just how to say thank you.”

You don’t know if teaching Wrecker the joys of taking his time in bed was your best decision or your worst. You may need another session to figure it out.

#my sweet wrecker #my sweet boy deserves everything #and i think once he's been teased #he would LOVE teasing and playing with his s/o #not all the time #but every so often he loves causing mischef #especially cause you're usually the calm one #so to see you all flustered and needy get's him GOING #wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker x you #tbb #the bad batch #tbb wrecker

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drinkingbitterboy · 8 months

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alright. i have emotionally recovered from miles posting on instagram this morning, which truly threw off my plan to do a little concert recap bc i was busy yelling at my phone/on tumblr. as you do.

a couple notes:

i don't really do concert photos; literally took a grand total of 4 during the actual show. so sorry, don't have much there!

i did not get a poster :( turns out they ran out before AM even went on stage?? i'm sad, but not too pressed bc really i'd much rather have a good view than wait in the merch line.

here we go!!

so getting into the arena was kind of a shit show lmao. we rolled up around door open and the line stretched 5 city blocks and doubled back on itself; it was mostly organized but asshats loved to pop in when the line got broken up by the streets. took us almost an hour to make it our five blocks and the line behind us was still just as long by then. at least folks waiting by us in line were nice! beyond nice conversation the true highlight was outfit spotting. shoutout to the absolutely dedicated guy who showed up in the full on fwn clown outfit complete with face paint by himself. in this weather! found a couple folks dressed exactly like the car alex (again, why are you wearing a blazer in this weather) and you know. felt real old about it seeing some of the other concert outfits. i'm sorry, not to be judgemental of the tiktok girlies, but holy shit. i managed to out myself once as a weird fan about it bc i had "inside knowledge" aka i saw the ig stories james and davey posted lmao. i'm so sorry i'm incapable of holding it in when i want to correct someone. had a grand time talking to some people in line next to me around my age; one of them even had an old sias shirt from seeing them live back then! good bonding about "hey what have you done since they announced this album?" one guy switched jobs twice, we got married, and the other couple had a baby. jfc.

further highlights include the person who wrote the batphone and cheeseburger notes, a couple other car truck bits i didn't take pics of saying things like "who the fuck are the arctic monkeys", and the true comedy of whoever designed the tickets. big mike wazowski energy

fontaines dc sounded great! a lot of folks around me had no clue who they were, though. so the crowd wasn't too excited overall. also i have no idea who put together the playlist in between sets bc it was nuts.

and then: the big reveal (that i then updated tumblr on)

i'm really surprised the whole set made it! the anticipation before they took the curtain down was absolutely palpable. also, didn't get a picture of it but at one point someone had a giant pole and was trying to poke something right at at the top of the frame of the screen. no idea what that was about but it was hilarious. not pictured: the bonus screens on either side of the stage.

an aside: my partner is fucking hilarious. every time a roadie came on state with an instrument he'd go "i don't think that one is a monkey." he also generally calls them the "monkfys" anyway bc he really latched onto that clip aksdjfs

so this was interesting! they didn't show the body paint symbols at all on any of the screens; instead, they showed this colorful wheel thing.

and then the actual show. oh my word. opening with sculptures was absolutely my dream and honestly i don't have words for what it's like to see alex in person. he's absolutely captivating. hypnotizing. one of the most amazing things is watching how he proceeds through the show--how he goes from suave and put together with his choreographed arm movements for emphasis and his little things like the little bubble pop in that song. and then he starts to loosen up (along with his hair), we get the silly dramatic theatre kid during cornerstone and do me a favour, and by the time we hit body paint he's just completely letting loose. even when they played much of the usual setlist and i obviously know the music super well--better than anyone else around me--it was still absolutely thrilling to just be there and listen to the music and sing loudly and jump around until we felt the floorboards creak. they felt really high energy last night! turns out coming off of a break is good for them!

related, getting to watch the transformation into the poofy lion hair in real life is incredible.

i must admit, i am not immune to things like alex waving in our general direction to the crowd and walking over to our side of the stage and all of the charming bits. just can't help it.

otherwise, the only other person i could consistently see was nick - we were standing stage right, maybe 15 yards back? so you know. gorgeous as always. i'm sure jamie was wonderful also in his insane leather jacket -- didn't see him at all lol. i managed to get a very convenient window to center stage so i actually saw alex a decent amount. worked out well because i couldn't actually see the screens super well. i'm short. here's the only two pictures i actually took of the band, right at the beginning:

and now for the rest of the setlist -- we all know they played a lot of the usual suspects. as expected, much of the crowd was pretty young and very invested in only AM and the hype songs. i didn't mind; at least i wasn't the only person screaming for perfect sense (weren't a lot of us, i was the only one in my general area, but that's alright. i don't care.) my spouse was entertained by the person next to us who looked up the spotify set playlist in between every song; he was like "why look it up? if you don't know the songs well enough to identify by intro then how is the list supposed to help?" anyway, holy shit when is snap getting out of the playlist? and yet even though i was not thrilled by it it was still so fun to sing along.

4 out of 5 had a really funny bit at the end while he was just kinda ad libbing lines. "four stars out of five, not quite there yet, but almosttttt." teddy picker and view from the afternoon were absolutely fantastic, too. and then we get the basic AM bits again, though turns out the crowd was also really hype for fluorescent adolescent. 10/10

i was so goddamn loud for perfect sense. shoutout to the spouse again for only knowing that song bc i learned to play it and then played it constantly bc i wanted to manifest it aksjdflaskdj

he was constantly saying "very nice. very nice. very good" in between songs, which was adorable. "hope you're having a lovely evening, folks." as my partner put it: "very good. that's him like yes, i've met my crowd interaction quota for the night"

and then of course we brought out the drama for do me a favour and cornerstone. i cracked up that there were already gifs of the "forcing a smile" bit by the time i got home.

mirrorball started with alex conducting the stings again. i love it so much. also makes my musician ass miss performing lmao. but really, i can't get over how good mirrorball is. it's so dramatic, so emotional, then the actual mirrorball reveal??? i cried. it's insane. it's beautiful. it's honestly indescribable. i generally don't like people filming a lot or taking tons of pictures but you know what? mirrorball is an exception. holy mother of god.

and then 505!! i know i mentioned this earlier but really??? the mirrorball is only lit up like this for 505 and then they pull it back up?? there better be a mirrorball for me, he says, then we pull it down for the very miles song, and then they get rid of it???????? i had some thoughts.

our end of the stage got a bit distracted during do i wanna know bc we had someone go down in the crowd and had to call someone over to help. good news is that they were pretty close to the wall/barrier so it was easy to make space. even so, i realy can't get over how good that guitar sounds.

and then body paint. we've all seen videos of the extended outro and really, truly, it's just a life-altering experience to watch it life. it sounded incredible, it looked incredible with the rainbow lights, everyone looked like they were having a blast. i am a little biased bc i'm so attached to that song i'm getting tattoos about it on monday lmao. but man. not over it.

and finally the encore. ONE POINT PERSPECTIVE?????? i was NOT expecting it and absolutely lost my shit. unfortunately at this point bc we did some shifting around i no longer had a good view of anything. so it goes.

dancefloor, as always, was an absolute jam. bonus points bc now it's forever associated with our wedding. and r u mine had the place going nuts bc you know, the AM only folks, but really, i am also not immune to how hard that song goes.

all in all, that concert was absolutely incredible. i had an absolute BLAST and it was such a joy. i loved getting to be loud and truly did not care that there were bits where i was the only one who knew all the words. even my partner who is only really a tangential am fan had a really good time. they sounded amazing. i'm absolutely still on a high from it. hopefully the transition to a smaller venue again after the huge stadium tour was nice for the band, too!

and now time for some more coffee.

#my show #if you actually read this thank you!

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Needy 👏 Bottom 👏 Nancy 👏 Wheeler 🤝

Please write top Robin with needy bottom Nancy. Honestly I need this. I need this to survive. I literally have no ideas I’m so uncreative, I just would really love if you wrote something with this. Thank you in advance.

In honor of Valentines day, I pulled an all nighter to write this for you guys💖

update: it’s a day late, I apologize that I couldn’t finish it in time!! My thoughts for this fic just kept going and going…anyway enjoy the smut lol

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!!)

Valentines Day💌

Dom!Robin x Sub!Nancy

Notes: Both of them have a praise kink, overstimulation, crying. all the good stuff

Today’s February 14th, also known as Valentines day. For the past 18 years this day has meant nothing to Robin, she’s never had a valentine and has loathed the holiday for as long as she can remember. This year though, this year is different. Why? Because she is dating the most beautiful girl in Hawkins, no other than Nancy Wheeler. She couldn’t sleep the night before because she was too excited for the surprise she had planned for her girlfriend. Once Robin’s alarm went off that morning, she jumped out of bed, for once actually excited about this stupid holiday. Yesterday, she went to her local florist and had a special bouquet made for Nancy. It had a bunch of different flowers in it, but it’s color scheme was Nancy’s favorite colors, pink, yellow, and orange. The florist balanced out all the colors with white roses and the bouquet looked absolutely amazing. Steve picked Robin up that morning to take her to school and when he saw the beautiful bouquet, he smiled. He said, “Aw, are those for Nance?” Robin smiled, but then started rambling out of nervousness, “Yeah. Do you think she’ll like them? Is it too much? Should I have just done roses? Oh my god, does she even like flowers?” Robin gently places the flowers on her lap, then turns to face Steve. She puts her head in her hands and says, “Oh my god, I’m an idiot.” Steve grabs her shoulders and says, “Hey, relax for me, Rob. Nance is gonna love them, okay?” Robin’s hands slowly fall from her face and she looks at Steve. She quietly, with a bit of worry in her voice, says, “You really think so?” Steve replies, “I really do” and Robin takes a couple deep breaths, then seems to relax a little bit. After knowing Robin for so long and seeing her almost every day, Steve knows exactly how to calm her down. He says, “Tell me what you have planned for you guys tonight.” Robin gets excited and starts to ramble about the night she had planned for her and Nancy.

When Steve pulls into the school parking lot, Nancy’s standing outside her car. A wide smile appears on her face upon seeing Steve’s car pull in. Before Steve could even put his car in park, Robin had already hopped out, throwing her backpack over her shoulder and holding the bouquet in her hands. She started running toward her girlfriend, a wide smile on her face as well. Nancy’s smile grew when she saw the bouquet her girlfriend was holding and once Robin got close to her, she said, “Happy Valentines day, my love.” Even though the pair had been dating for months, Robin still blushes when Nancy uses cute nicknames like that. With her cheeks tinted a bright pink, she replies back saying, “Happy Valentines day, angel”, then gives her a cute little kiss on her nose. Robin then hands her the bouquet and says, “I uh- I hope you like them. I’m not sure if you like flowers, if you don’t, I can take them back, really I don’t mind.” Nancy’s eyes soften and she gently puts the bouquet on the roof of her car, just for a second. She then takes both her hands and cups Robin’s face, then kisses her sweetly. Nancy says, “Sweetheart, I love them. Thank you so much, they’re beautiful.” Robin lets out a sigh of relief with a wide smile plastered on her face. Her girlfriend opens up her car door and says, “I have a surprise for you”, then pulls out a heart shaped box. Robin immediately gets excited and says, “Is that- Is that chocolate!” Nancy nods her head and says, “Mhmmm, milk and dark chocolate since I know you like them both equally.” With no warning, Nancy is now wrapped in a tight hug by Robin. She says, “Thank you so much, Nance!” Immediately, Robin rips open the box and pops one of the heart shaped chocolates into her mouth. With her wide smile still on her face, she hums in pleasure at the deliciousness of the piece of chocolate. Nancy’s smile stays on her face, almost like it’s glued, at the endearing sight of her girlfriend looking like a little kid opening a present on christmas morning. She looks at her watch and says, “Come on baby, we’re going to be late.” Robin replies, “I wish I could just spend the entire day with you” with a small pout on her face. Nancy says, “One day, baby, but I’ll be over at 5:00pm and I’ll be there all night, okay?” Robin smiles at the thought and says, “Alright, alright. Fine.” Nancy grabs her wrist, then both girls wave at Steve as Nancy gently pulls Robin towards the school building. She gives Robin a kiss before they go their separate ways for classes.

Robin may have physically made it to all her classes, but mentally, all she could think about was Nancy. When the final bell rang for the day, Robin was the first one out of her classroom and was hauling her way to Steve, who was waiting for her in the parking lot. He drove her home and that’s when the Valentines day preparations began. Robin wanted to make this Valentines day super special for Nancy, because, as she explained to Steve, “Nancy’s super special so she deserves a super special Valentines day.” Her parents were out of town, so it made everything she wanted to do 100 times easier. First, she rearranged the furniture in the living room to make a fort with twinkly fairy lights around it. She made sure the TV was inside, along with blankets and a few different movies. Next, she made chocolate covered strawberries, 6 dark chocolate, 6 milk chocolate. After that, she went upstairs to get changed. She put on a black tank top and paired it with her short red and black flannel pajama shorts. Underneath those shorts though, she purposely put on the pair of panties that always makes Nancy’s eyes pop out of her head. By the time she had changed and made her way down the stairs, Nancy’s car was pulling into her driveway. Before Nancy even had a chance to knock at the door, she was greeted by Robin smiling and practically shaking from excitement. Nancy asks, “You okay, baby? You look like you’re going to explode with excitement”, then she giggles. Robin says, “Yeah! I’m just super excited to show you something. Close your eyes.” Nancy does as she told and Robin says, “Good girl”, eliciting a small, needy whine from Nancy, just like she wanted. Robin acts like she didn’t hear it and helps guide her into the living room. Once they’re both inside her living room, Robin says, “Okay open your eyes for me, angel.” Nancy’s eyes open to the sight of the beautiful fort and the chocolate covered strawberries on the coffee table next to it. Her eyes soften and her mouth slightly opens in shock. It’s silent for a little too long, as Nancy’s trying not to cry because this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for her. Robin’s nerves kick in and she thinks Nancy hates it. She begins anxiously rambling, “If you don’t like it, we can move the furnit-”, but her rambling was cut short by the sweetest and most intimate kiss the two of them have ever shared. Nancy doesn’t fail at many things, if anything really, but her trying to hold back her tears at this moment, she failed at. A couple tears start rolling down her cheeks accompanied by the biggest smile on her face. She says, “Robbie, I- I love it. This is the sweetest thing- the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you, baby.” Robin smiles, wipes away her tears, then kisses the tip of Nancy’s nose and says, “Anything for you, angel. Happy Valentines day.” Nancy’s smile grows and she grabs her girlfriend’s wrist, then pulls her towards the fort saying, “Come on!” enthusiastically. The two of them crawl into the fort and start to watch Nancy’s favorite movie, ‘The Breakfast Club’.

During the movie, while the two of them are all cuddled up, Robin reaches over and grabs the plate of chocolate covered strawberries. When Nancy goes to grab one, Robin gently taps her hand away. Nancy looks back at her confused, then Robin says, “Pretty girls don’t get their hands all dirty, allow me, my love.” Robin takes a strawberry and holds it in front of Nancy’s mouth. As she’s about to bite into it, Robin says “Ah, ah. Did I say you could do that?” Nancy now understands what’s happening and she’s definitely not mad about it. A quiet whine leaves her mouth, followed by a quiet, “No.” Robin’s voice somehow got raspier and she replies, “I’d hate to have to punish you on Valentines day, sweetheart. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?” Nancy’s dire need to be praised, her dire need to be Robin’s good girl, made her submit right then and there. She was already needy for her girlfriend before she arrived, but now, now she’s on the edge of desperation. She’s desperate to have Robin’s hands and mouth all over her body. Nancy says, “I do! I do, Robin I- I promise! I want to- I want to be your good girl! I promise I’ll be your good girl, Robin! I swear!” Robin could easily hear the desperation in her girlfriend’s voice, the pure sound of her need. She responds back saying, “That’s my good girl. Now open that pretty little mouth of yours.” Nancy opens her mouth and Robin places the strawberry in between her lips. She bites down on the half of strawberry that was placed in her mouth and hums at the taste. Nancy says, “Robbie these taste so good. Oh my god!” Robin smiles and says, “Thank you, angel. I’m glad you like them because I love watching your perfect lips wrap around them. Perfect.” Robin then pops the rest of the strawberry in her mouth with a slight grin on her face as she sees the slight blush creep onto Nancy’s face. A small whine slips from Nancy’s mouth soon after. Her eyes are fixated on Robin as she takes another strawberry and bites into it, her perfect, soft lips wrapped around it. In this moment, Nancy realizes why Robin said she likes to watch her eat them. Nancy watches her girlfriend’s lips wrap around the strawberry and for some reason, this very simple action, just looks so sexual. Nancy can feel her arousal in her panties and Robin hasn’t even touched her. What makes it worse is after she takes a bite, Robin hums and says “Mmmm fuckkkkk.” Nancy lets out a small, quiet whine and Robin turns to make eye contact with her. As she looks over, she notices that Nancy’s bottom lip was now in between her teeth. She knows that she’s trying her best to hold back more whines, which plants a grin on her face.

Robin cocks her head to the side slightly, acting confused on why Nancy had just whined. She asks, “Everything okay, baby?” and Nancy responds with a high pitched “Mhmmm.” Anyone with half a brain could tell that Nancy was needy, but if she didn’t want to flat out tell Robin, she was going to have to coax it out of her. Robin says, “You sure, sweetheart?” and simultaneously places one of her hands on the inner part of Nancy’s mid thigh. She starts to glide her hand back and forth, driving Nancy to release another whine, this one louder than the others. Still acting naive, Robin says, “Why don’t you be a good girl and tell me, sweetheart?” Robin was confident that her question would be Nancy’s breaking point and she was correct. Almost breathlessly, Nancy says, “Please, Robbie.” Robin thinks to herself, if Nancy wanted to play games, so will I. So, she replies back, “Please what, angel? You’ll have to be a bit more specific if you want something. Be a good girl and tell me, Nance.” The praise hits her immediately and she says, “Touch me, please. Want you, Rob. Need you. Need you so bad, please. Please, Robbie.” You’d have to be an idiot to turn down Nancy Wheeler, but you’d have to be an absolute psychopath to turn her down while she’s begging for you. Robin is neither one of those things. Her lips crash into Nancy’s hungrily and both girls taste the chocolate on each other’s lips. She pulls away, causing another whine to escape Nancy’s perfect lips, then a small pout forms on her face. Her pout doesn’t sit on her face long though, because only a few seconds after disconnecting their lips, Robin says, “You wanna go to my room, sweetheart?” She knows the answer to the question before she even asked it, but she wanted to hear Nancy say it. Nancy nods her head and says, “Yes please. Can we? Please, Robs.” Before she knew it, Robin was out of the fort, standing up, and grabbing her wrist, lightly pulling her towards her stairs.

Once they both were in her room, Robin grabs Nancy by her hips and pulls her up against her. She leans down and hums as she kisses those perfect lips again. She releases from the kiss shortly after and says, “Take your shirt off for me, angel.” Without a single hesitation, Nancy does what she was told and within seconds her shirt winds up on the floor, exposing her lace white bralette. She was rewarded with Robin acting like she was about to kiss her, but instead stops mere inches away from her lips and whispers, “Always such a good girl for me, aren’t you Nance?” At that moment, Nancy’s brain had short circuited and she could only reply with a whine of pure need. Robin grinned for just a moment before reconnecting their lips again. While kissing, Robin undoes Nancy’s bralette and lets it drop to the floor. Then, she backs her up, until the back of Nancy’s knees hit the edge of the bed. Once Nancy feels the mattress against the back of her legs, she gasps and practically within a blink of an eye, finds herself laid down on top of it. Her eyes trail upwards to find that she is being towered by her girlfriend. Robin stands in between her legs and looks down at Nancy. Their eyes lock and neither one of them can spot the blue that’s normally there. Currently, all that’s visible are their pupils. Robin loses eye contact to look at her girlfriend’s exposed chest and says, “You’re so pretty, sweetheart.” She reaches both of her hands down and starts to knead her breasts roughly. A loud gasp, followed by a moan leaves Nancy’s mouth and Robin continues on, saying, “Just so pretty for me, aren’t you? So perfect and beautiful, all for me.” Another moan escapes her mouth and she breathlessly says, “All for you. I’m yours, Robin. All yours.” Robin hums at her words, then leans down and whispers in her ear, “Good girl. All mine. My good girl.” She then bites Nancy’s ear lobe, not too roughly, but not too soft either. Nancy whimpers in response and she can feel her arousal starting to pool in her panties. Robin’s lips soon make their way to her neck and she sucks several marks, marking what’s hers. After the last mark she sucks onto Nancy’s neck, she moves closer to her ear and whispers, “I’m marking what’s mine. Your body, is mine. It belongs to me, you belong to me.” Nancy whimpers, then breathlessly says, “I’m yours, all yours. My- My body belongs to you, Robin.” Robin looks Nancy in her eyes, then says, “Good girl” and watches as Nancy attempts to hold back a whine. The longer her girlfriend’s eyes are looking into hers, the harder it is to stop herself from whining. The whine eventually slips out after seeing Robin’s hungrily eyes for too long. Robin’s lips start to trail below Nancy’s neck and soon her collar bone has several marks on it as well. As her lips continue to get lower, Nancy begins to whine, growing impatient with how slow Robin’s being. She whines out, “Please, Robin. Please touch me. Please!” Right as she was about to lick one of Nancy’s nipples, she stops and straightens her posture. Nancy whimpers and watches as her girlfriend’s facial expression changes.

Robin looks down at her and says, “I thought you wanted to be my good girl, sweetheart and we both know good girls aren’t greedy, right?” Nancy whines, but responds back with a quiet “No.” Robin continues and says, “Now, do you want to be my good girl or would you rather be punished for being a greedy little whore, hmmm?” Nancy loudly whimpers, then replies back saying, “Good girl! I’m sorry! I promise I’ll be good! I promise! I’m sorry!” Robin says, “You’ll take what I give you, understand?” Nancy nods rapidly and says, “Yes! I understand!” Her girlfriend hums, then leans back to down to continue where she left off. Her tongue licks across one of Nancy’s hardened nipples, then she grazes her teeth against it. Nancy sharply and releases a shaky breath. A few seconds later, Robin’s mouth is latched around her nipple and sucking on it roughly. Countless moans are slipping from Nancy’s mouth, each one as beautiful as the one that came before it. Her moans stop for a second, but only because Robin switched to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. Once she was satisfied playing with Nancy’s breasts, she lifts her body back up so she’s standing straight up. Robin hooks her fingers around Nancy’s pants and her underwear, then looks into her eyes for consent. Nancy starts to nod her head, then mutters out a breathless, “Please. Yes, please.” Robin grins, then pulls down both articles of clothing in a single fluid motion. She peaks at Nancy’s pussy and sees it’s glistening with her slick. Her grin widens and she says, “You’re so wet for me, angel. Is that all for me? All mine, sweetheart?” Nancy breathlessly replies back, “All yours. All yours, Rob”, then Robin hums. As she starts straightening up, she says, “Good girl.” Nancy whines in response, then whimpers as she finds herself, again, being towered over by Robin. Before Robin could do something else, Nancy lets out a small whine. This time, Robin was a little confused on why she was whining, so she asked, “What is it, my love?” Nancy replied, “Want to- Want to see you. It’s not- It’s not fair you have all your clothes on and I’m naked.” Robin can’t help but let a out a little giggle and she says, “Okay, angel”, then takes off everything, but her underwear. When Nancy sees the panties Robin chose to wear, she moans and says, “I knew you were wearing those.” Robin playfully rolls her eyes, then starts to crawl onto the bed, over top of Nancy. She responds back while planting kisses down her body, saying a word, then following it up with a kiss until she reaches her girlfriend’s hips. Robin says, “Because you’re so smart. And so pretty. And so nice. You’re absolutely perfect, Nancy.” Robin stops for a second, then her lips continue downwards. They start to go to where Nancy’s been begging to be touched all night, where she needs Robin to be so desperately. She grips Nancy’s thighs harshly and pushes them deep into her mattress, eliciting a loud moan from Nancy’s mouth. Robin’s lips hover inches away from Nancy’s clit, then she says, “Look at me.” Their eyes lock again and Robin says, “You’re absolutely perfect, Nancy Wheeler. My perfect girl. So perfect for me.” Those words alone, leaving her girlfriend’s mouth could have made Nancy’s arousal pool out of her. But the mixture of them with how close her mouth is to her clit and with the borderline bruising grip she had on her thighs, it caused another loud moan to leave her lips. The praise went straight to her head and after being teased for what feels like forever, she is finally given some relief.

Robin’s tongue flattens and licks a stripe from Nancy’s entrance to her clit, eliciting a loud moan of not only pleasure, but also relief from her girlfriend. Robin hums at the taste of Nancy’s arousal and only pulls her mouth away to say, “You taste so good, angel. So sweet. I could eat you all night.” She takes a few kitten licks at her clit, then hums and lifts her head again. This time, for just a moment, and she says, “And I just might”, then finds the perfect pace to lick Nancy’s clit. She’s already so worked up, so it doesn’t take her very long to feel her orgasm building inside her. As Robin speeds up her licks, Nancy moans out “Fuck Robin! Oh my god! Feels so- Feels so good! You’re doing abso- fuck- absolutely amazing! So good, Robin! You’re doing soooo good!” All the praise makes her tongue work even faster. Not too long after, Nancy’s legs begin shaking and she moans out, “I’m cl- I’m close, Rob- Robin! I’m close! Can I- Can I c- cum, please? Please, Robin! Please! Please, let- Please, let me cum! I’ve been- I’ve been so good! Please! Need to- Need to cum! Please Robin!” Robin lifts her head briefly and says, “Cum for me, angel. Be a good girl and cum for me.” She lowers her head back down and her tongue moves even faster than it was before. Nancy screams out moan after moan of Robin’s name until she’s finally interrupted by her orgasm. Robin gradually slows down her licks until Nancy’s orgasm is completely ridden out. She gives her only a couple seconds to catch her breath, then she shoves two of her fingers inside Nancy’s neglected entrance. Nancy lets out a loud moan, saying, “Oh fuck, Robin! Fuck!” and Robin says, “Mhmmm, you’re such a good girl, baby. You’re taking my fingers so well. Such a good girl for me Nance.” The praise, along with Robin’s fingers working perfectly inside her, makes Nancy throw her head back in pleasure and scream out a moan. Robin grins, knowing she’s doing a good job, then starts doing kitten licks on Nancy’s clit again. A high pitched strangled noise leaves her girlfriend’s mouth and her walls start to clench around her fingers. Nancy moans out Robin’s name, over and over again, until her second climax hits her hard. Robin leaves her fingers inside of Nancy’s entrance, but moves into a different position.

Robin now has her knees planted on both sides of Nancy and is eye level with her, hovering over her naked body. She waits until Nancy’s breathing has completely steadied, then connects their lips for a heated kiss. While they kiss, Robin unexpectedly curls her fingers and Nancy lets out the most beautiful sounding moan directly into Robin’s mouth. Robin pulls her head up and Nancy chases her lips, then whines when she can’t reach them. Her eyes meet Robin’s and Robin says in a condescending tone, “Aw, you’re still so needy sweetheart, aren’t you? Still desperate for me to make you feel good, hmmm?” Nancy can only reply with a whine, but Robin can’t have that. She says, “Be a good girl and use your words for me, sweetheart.” Nancy whines out, “Yes. Still need- Still need you, Robin. Please.” Robin’s grin returns on her face and she says, “Okay, baby. I want you to be a good girl and look at me while I make you cum, okay?” Nancy replies with a high pitched “Mhmmm” while squirming underneath Robin. Robin continues on and says, “If you break eye contact with me, I’ll stop. Do you understand?” Nancy’s eyes widen and she whimpers out, “Robin, pl- please no! Please!” Her girlfriend’s tone quickly switches to one that’s more assertive and she says, “If you want to cum, you will do what I said.” Nancy whimpers again and replies back, “Yes, Robin. I under- I understand.” Robin smiles, then says, “That’s my good girl” and Nancy whines. Her whine quickly turns into a moan as Robin’s finger curl inside her again, perfectly hitting that special spot inside her. She almost breaks eye contact, but she’s too needy for Robin to stop her movements. The way Robin towers over her body and how her eyes look at her, makes her feel small, so very small. She loves it and it makes the knot in her stomach form faster. Robin starts moving her long fingers in and out of her entrance, almost fully taking them out, then pushing them back in, knuckle deep. Nancy’s moans are loud and her hands quickly make their way to grip the sheets beneath her. It doesn’t take long for her knuckles to turn as white as the sheet she’s gripping onto. Her loud moans turn into screams of pleasure as Robin starts to move her fingers faster. Their eyes are still locked and Robin says, “You look so perfect like this. So perfect as you fall apart underneath me, sweetheart. So beautiful as you take my fingers so well. Such a good girl for me, Nance. So perfect for me.” Robin feels Nancy’s walls clench around her fingers at the praise she’s given her. While her walls are clenching, Nancy lets out a sound, something between a moan and a whine. Her eyes are still fixated on Robin’s and she feels the knot in her stomach start to tighten. She breathlessly starts to stutter out, “I’m- I’m cl- cl-”, but her girlfriend takes some pity on her and interrupts her, sweetly saying, “I know, angel.” Seconds later, Robin then adds a third finger and Nancy screams out, “Oh fuck! Fuck Robin! Fuck!” Robin can’t help the wide grin that appears on her face as her girlfriend screams even louder, loud enough that she thinks her neighbors could hear. It didn’t bother her, not one bit. The whole world could hear for all she cared, that just means more people would know who Nancy belonged to. With all three fingers inside of her, Robin curls her fingers upwards, hitting Nancy’s special spot perfectly. She does this motion repeatedly until Nancy cums, which didn’t take very long. Tears start to form in her girlfriend’s eyes from Robin’s fingers making her feel so good. As she’s about to fall off the edge, Nancy screams, “Yes, Robin! Yes! Oh my god, yes! Yes! Robin! Robin!” With a couple tears beginning to roll down her flushed cheeks, the last scream of Robin’s name was strangled in her throat as she cums all over Robin’s fingers.

Nancy’s breathing is now erratic and she’s overstimulated. Her eyes are still looking into Robin’s and she can’t help but whine when Robin says, “You did such a good job, sweetheart. So perfect.” Then, she asks, “You can give me one more, right angel?” in a sweet tone. All Nancy can do in response is nod. Robin knew that there was no way Nancy was going to be able to talk anymore, she’s honestly surprised she can still comprehend what she’s saying. She gives her a sweet kiss on her lips and when she pulls away, she whispers, “You’re so perfect, Nance.” Nancy’s eyes are still looking into Robin’s and she loves that she can tell by the way Robin looks at her, that she means it. She means it when she says that she’s perfect and in that moment, Robin feels Nancy’s walls tighten around her fingers. This time she doesn’t say anything though. Instead, still using her sweet tone, Robin asks, “Do you wanna suck on my fingers while I eat that pretty pussy of yours, my love?” While she asks the question, Robin repositions herself, so her head is in between Nancy’s thighs, but her eyes never leave Nancy’s face. Nancy weakly nods and Robin says, “Okay, sweetheart. I’m going to take my fingers out nice and slow, alright?” Again, Nancy weakly nods her head and Robin slowly pulls out her fingers. Nancy loudly whimpers as Robin slowly retracts her fingers. Then, once her fingers are entirely out of her, she starts to sob from the emptiness. Her sobs are soon muffled by the three fingers previously inside her entrance, now entering her mouth. Robin sweetly says, “Shhhhh, it’s okay angel. It’s okay” while her free hand runs up and down the top of one of her thighs. A few seconds later, Robin begins to lightly lick Nancy’s clit again. Her girlfriend’s clit is so sensitive from overstimulation and she loves it. The light licks she’s giving, allow her to bask in the way Nancy’s body responds to her tongue. Meanwhile, Nancy’s trying her best to suck on Robin’s fingers, but she just can’t. She’s too overstimulated and she can’t stop herself from sobbing. Her body is trying to move away from pleasure of Robin’s mouth, but Robin takes her forearm and pushes Nancy’s hips into the mattress, not allowing her to move. Her mouth then latches around her clit and she sucks on it, her tongue occasionally swiping over it. Robin removes her fingers from Nancy’s mouth once her girlfriend’s already shaking legs, start to spasm out of control. She quickly wipes her hand on the sheet, then moves her hands so they’re gripping Nancy’s thighs apart and pushing them down into the mattress. Her grip is so hard that it’ll probably leave a bruise. Nancy continues her sobbing from the overstimulation, now completely unmuffled. With a few more licks and sucks at Nancy’s clit, a high pitched scream leaves her mouth as she cums for the fourth time tonight. Robin quickly, but gently, licks up all of Nancy’s cum and wetness. When she finishes, Nancy’s still sobbing, so she quickly scoops her up into her arms and places her onto her lap. Robin holds her there in a tight embrace while she whispers, “Shhhh, it’s okay, I got you. I got you, angel. You did so good. So perfect for me, always so perfect for me, Nance. Such a good girl. It’s okay. I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” Within about 5 minutes, Nancy’s sobs stop, tears stop rolling down her cheeks, and her breathing patterns return to normal. She moves her head onto Robin’s chest and her ear is placed right against her girlfriend’s beating heart.

Nancy still can’t manage to form words and her brain still feels fuzzy, like cotton candy. Robin doesn’t mind though, she just continues to hold her and eventually starts running her fingers through her thick curls. She occasionally kisses the top of her head, comforting the weak girl who’s slump in her arms. After around 20 minutes of sitting like this, Nancy mumbles, “Thank you.” Robin lets out a little giggle and gently pushes Nancy’s face up to look at her. They’re both smiling and Robin says, “Happy Valentines day, my sweet angel.” Nancy’s voice is soft as she replies, “Happy Valentines day, baby. I love you so much.” Robin’s eyes soften at her voice and she says, “I love you more”, then gives her a sweet kiss on the tip of her nose. She says, “How about we get you all cleaned up, does that sound, okay? I can draw a nice warm bath for you, then we can do whatever you want afterwards.” Nancy’s eyes soften and she asks, almost sounding shy, “Are you- Are you going to join me in the- in the bath?” Robin smiles and says, “If you want me to, sweetheart.” Nancy quickly responds back, “Please” and Robin replies, “Then of course I will, angel.” Nancy smiles back at her and says, “Thank you.” Robin says, “I mean, honestly Nance, only a complete and total dingus would turn down getting into a bath with a naked woman. They’d have to be blind and an idiot to say no to getting into a warm bath with you though.” Nancy giggles and Robin continues, “No, seriously! Blind and a complete idiot. You do know what you look like, right? Like, you’ve looked at yourself in the mirror?” Nancy’s smile widens as she playfully rolls her eyes. Both girls are now giggling, then Robin gives Nancy a kiss before leaving to go draw the bath. She comes back around 5 minutes later, scoops Nancy up in her arms, and carries her to the bathroom where the warm water awaits for her arrival. Robin gently places her inside, then strips off her underwear and climbs in, behind Nancy. Her long legs are spread, long and wide, and Nancy sits in between them, with her back up against Robin’s bare chest. Robin cleans Nancy up and the two of them sit in the bath until it starts to get cold. As they’re drying off, Robin says, “What do you want to do now, my love?” Nancy smiles and says, “Go down to the fort and cuddle while watching movies please.” Robin nods, acknowledging she heard her. She bends down slightly to plant a sweet kiss on Nancy’s lips, then she says, “Think you can make it down the stairs?” Her signature devilish grin appears on her face, followed by a few giggles. Nancy laughs, she wishes she could be mad, but she was just about to ask if Robin would carry her down. After they’re both dried off, Robin lets Nancy borrow one of her t-shirts and finds a pair of underwear that Nancy keeps at her house, for times just like this. Robin throws on a tank top and a pair of boxers, then carries Nancy down the stairs. They get into the fort and cuddle together while watching where they left off in, ‘The Breakfast Club’. Both girls think to themselves, “Maybe Valentines day isn’t such a stupid holiday after all.”

I hope you liked it!!🥺💖

I’m going to try to get back into writing since my mental health is getting better!! Hopefully posting once a week, but we’ll see🤷🏻‍♀️

Thank you for reading!!🥺💖

I’m going to try and continue writing more, now that my mental health is slightly better😊

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submissivegayfrenchboy · 8 months

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15 / 09 / 2023

MAN OF THE DAY #76 : KJ APA #4

ANOTHER PROOF THAT KJ APA IS A KING!

I shouldn't have a particular reason to reminds you how much I worship the actor KJ APA, best known for playing Archibald "Archie" Andrews in the tv series RIVERDALE. Handsome, strong, kind, confident, clever, funny, protective, smiling, muscled, stylish but also cool, everything he says or do is exciting in my eyes. 🥵

Recently i discovered this pic and I had to tell what is amazing in it to my opinion.

This picture shows the gorgeous actor KJ Apa, about whom i wrote at least 3 MAN OF THE DAY articles and that i worship a lot! 😍

I don't know where / when this picture was taken. The god KJ Apa is wearing underpants, but that's not the one from the LACOSTE videoclip. Maybe on RIVERDALE's set? I don't recognize the room, but if that's what is happening, then it would be like in the story i wrote about KJ APA!

That also shows well how dominant he is! 😏

On the picture, two guys are kneeling at KJ APA's feet, their head on the same level than his alpha dick. KJ APA's hands are the guys's heads, as if they were his obedient sons or pets. He maybe is naked and them dressed, but by exposing his gorgeous body he shows how confident he is in his sex-appeal. 🥵

If you want to read the story i told you about, i advise you to read it on DEVIANTART.

In this story you'll see that i was inspired by KJ APA's video where he calls a guy working on RIVERDALE's set "boy", petting his head!

That's one of my favorite and most exciting / sadistic story. Please don't hesitate to read it.

It wasn't the first time KJ Apa shows how superior he is on the set of RIVERDALE.

Here you see him taller, muscler and sexier than the guys who works there but he still accept to take a picture with them, as a kind gesture, while showing his muscled body and putting his arm on the boy's shoulder as if this one was a human furniture. So alpha!

During the shooting of RIVERDALE's last season (I'll soon tell you what i thought of the ending), there was also this picture where you see Kj Apa resting his godly feet on his co-star Casey Cott (Kevin Keller in the series). You know Sir KJ Apa took Casey Cott's phone to make his fart joke (something i used in my story about KJ APA, for my farts fetishists readers 😏).

They are friends in the tv series and in life, so i dont think His Imperial Majesty King KJ Apa wanted to humiliate Sir Casey Cott.

I just think His Imperial Majesty King KJ Apa wanted to be comfy, and since he is an alpha and the star of the show, Sir Casey Cott hasn't complained. Personally i wouldn't complained at all, i just would have liked to stay there forever because what excites me the most is this kind of humiliation, where the alpha just show how dominant he is without being brutal or yelling at his sub fag.

I think Archie / KJ Apa is a good master because he doesn't need to yell at his sub to be obeyed, he just is confident, kind but naturally authoritarian. Contrarly to Reginald "Reggie" Mantle who, in the RIVERDALE story, beats the sub and yells at him, Archie is protective while reminding the loser he must obey them. That's something that attract me, the fact that a dom knows that to be worthy of being worshipped, you shouldn't be feared but loved for who you are as a dom : someone clever, hot and strong.

Everything on KJ Apa is amazing and hot, and that brings me to my last point and reason why i talk (again!) about him as my MAN OF THE DAY. Apparently he and his wife Clara Berry, mother of their son, broke up a few times ago. That is really inspiring to me who was writing a story where His Majesty KJ APA and I were in couple! 😍

Honestly, of all alpha male celebs that i worship, he is the one i would love the most to be in couple with. Tall, kind, only three years older than me, he is all i want from a boyfriend and i love everything about him.

On this list of my favorite alpha men celebs you'll see what i like the most about KJ APA.

Besides, i want to suck his dick so much, and that means something because i am not particularly into blowjob 😅, and his ass 🤤 !

I love that he plays with his supposed bisexuality, showing himself as if he is secretly in love with one of his male co-stars :

And in the last season of RIVERDALE, the homoerotism has never been so intense! 😍

Since i know i haven't posted a story since a long time (sorry about that, i had a lot of stuff in my personal and professional lives, and also my computer was broken), i wanted to publish an extract of the story i began many month ago about me dating KJ Apa.

(caption by me)

EXTRACT OF MY FUTURE STORY ABOUT KJ APA AS Y DOMINANT HUSBAND 😍

KJ Apa and I were swimming, splashing and he was throwing me in the water for fun to save me, or toss me in the air to catch me. We were kissing, and KJ Apa liked to press my body against his muscular body. I got out of the water to dry off and wait for him on my lounge chair.

Then, the love of my life KJ came out of the swimming pool of his villa. I saw his sublime tall and muscular body glistening with drops of water. The New Zealand sun made the beauty of his sculpted body sparkle. He had suffered so much from the pressure of building a divine body and being reduced to a sexual object that KJ Apa was happy to see the love and desire in my eyes.

Without needing to snap his fingers, one servant prostrated to wipe his feet, another handed him back a towel which he hung around his waist, he took a juicy peach from the platter of fruit held out by a slave, carelessly spitting out the pit on the face of a slave who thanked him for spitting on him.

Then KJ Apa lay down on his lounge chair and reached out for me.

KJ APA: "Come here you 😏..."

I joined him on his lounge chair and began to lick the fallen peach juice dripping down his powerful chest.

KJ APA: "Footlicker! Come do your job!"

THE FOOT LICKER: "Yes Your Royal Highness"

He only said these 4 words, but the former boy who had grown up in contact with this alpha male loved his life. Sucking the toes to warm them with his mouth and licking the soles to soften them after contact with the water, the servant mainly cleaned the soles of you KJ.

This one saw Sean Peters in the distance following my husband's dog on all fours. This ugly fat man who once worked the set of Riverdale had been turned by KJ Apa into a dog poop eater, with no family or reputation to uphold, agreeing to stay in KJ Apa's service hadn't really been a choice. KJ Apa was madly in love with his dog, so he considered Sean Peters to find it honorable to be his dog's poop eater. Lying on the ground in the grass, Sean Peters was eating the droppings of the dog who ignored him.

To divert my husband's attention from this scene, which he found amusing but which was nevertheless disgusting, I began to kiss him, pull out his cock and lick his balls. I took them in the mouth, running my tongue down the length of the cock and sucking on the cocks head. However, KJ Apa did not want to ejaculate too soon. Even though he enjoyed eating fruit served on a platter and being fanned by palm fronds while getting sucked off by the love of his life, the licking of extra feet made this moment too....orgasmic.

KJ APA: "On your knees, my little loser! If you're a good friend you'll keep your back straight this time!"

THE FOOT LICKER: "Yes Your Royal Highness."

The footlicker positioned himself on all fours so the tall KJ Apa could stretch his legs. The weight of the feet did not hurt the slave's back too much, because he managed to overcome the arduousness of his situation to concern himself with the comfort of his master. This one appreciated the comfort of the back of the slave.

If you want to read another short story about KJ Apa being a dominant gassy master :

(Caption by me)

My others MAN OF THE DAY articles about KJ APA

#Kj Apa #Man of The Day #Riverdale #Tv series #Série télévisée #Acteur #Actor #Justin Bieber #Nick Jonas

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thefrontofmymind · 11 months

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Heyyyy, could you do a instagram blurb with matty healy and Ellie from Wolf Alice plssss? Love your work!! 💜

matty healy x musician!reader IG blurb

FC: Ellie Rowsell

a/n: sorry for getting to this so late!! i've had a busy couple months xx

yninstagram SUMMER SONICCC I LOVE YOUUUUUU

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ynfan1 mother looking so mother

ynfan2 the bEST festival i’ve ever been to!! xxx

ynfan3 Dirty Hit honestly has the best artists…

ynfan4 So excited to see you in october!!!

1975updates matty via yninstagram’s story!!

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1975fan1 its so nice that all the dh artists are buddies!!

1975fan2 MATTYYY RELEASE THE CURLSSS THEYRE SUFFOCATINGG

1975fan3 so fit

ynupdates old photo of YN with Matty Healy (and Alana Haim) from around 2016 i think??

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ynfan1 cute!!!

ynfan2 WHEN is the collab coming??? It would be FIRE

ynfan3 do i ship them?? Kind of

>ynfan4 me too bestie lowkey

yninstagram can someone walk my dog when i’m on tour? thanks xxx

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ynfan1 HOTTTT

ynfan2 step on me

ynfan3 WAIT WHO IS THAT???

>ynfan4 RIGHT??

yninstagram bye bye kitchen. i’ll miss u

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ynfan1 can’t wait to see you in Berlin!!

ynfan2 obsessed with this fit

trumanblack dw i’ll water the plants

>1975fan1 MATTY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

ynfan3 whats with the mirror in the kitchen

>yninstagram she’s a narcissist of a room, its for her health

yninstagram hello paris here we go

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ynfan1 so pretty!!

ynfan2 YN LIVING MY DREAM EATING CROISSANTS IN PARIS

ynfan3 when are lines starting for the paris show??

>ynfan4 the venue is letting us line up from 6am!!

yninstagram THANK YOU EUROPE! I cannot believe how amazing the past couple months have been for me, I could never dream of meeting so many of you wonderful people and playing my songs from the heart. I’m going to have a little rest but I promise something new is on the way, just be a little patient. Xx

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ynfan1 MISS YOUUU

ynfan2 so excited!! Get some rest!!

trumanblack fit.

>1975fan1 MATTY

yninstagram summer 22. love.

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ynfan1 LOOOVVVEEE

ynfan2 WHO is the guys voice in the second video??? Can’t tell

>ynfan3 it could literally be anyone, someone from her band or just a friend

charli_xcx looking gorg!!

>yninstagram thank you babyyyy

yninstagram happy halloween. if only i could find a romeo…

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ynfan1 I VOLUNTEER

ynfan2 how is someone so perfect???

trumanblack oh if only…

ynfan3 not me having the same costume this year…

yninstagram hotel rooms. the new EP out jan 13.

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ynfan1 NEW MUSIC YESSSS

ynfan2 already pre-saved!!!

charli_xcx you go babe!!

ynfan3 CANT WAIT THAT LONG

trumanblack it’ll be a killer.

>yninstagram ok mr producer if you say so

nme YN talks inspiration on new EP, tour life in a post-pandemic world and backstage rituals!

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ynfan1 hmmm i wonder who she was talking about with all the love songs on the ep??

>ynfan2 I KNOW!!! With all the talk of long distance,,,im intrigued

1975fan1 all the compliments of matty bc he worked on the album…lowkey ship it

yninstagram hotel rooms EP is out now. Thank you for all the love. Thank you Matty for helping make it happen. I couldn’t ask for a better collaborator. Xx

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1975fan1 RIP trumanblack you would have loved a shoutout

ynfan1 I CRIEDDDD IT WAS SO SWEET

ynfan2 PLEASE TELL ME THERES A NEW ALBUM SOON

>yninstagram ;)

1975fan2 oh yeah she’s totally dating matty

yninstagram what did the easter bunny say when he was hopping around? hoppy easter!

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ynfan1 happy easter yn!!

charli_xcx pretty pretty pretty baby!!

>yninstagram no you!

ynupdates “I wrote this EP on the road, about how much you’re…not being yourself, not living your real life…I miss my real life…I miss my boyfriend…” -YN tonight in Japan. She seemed really upset, I hope she’s okay.

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ynfan1 poor yn :((

ynfan2 I was there, everyone was just so quiet i felt so bad for her…

ynfan3 glad this is her last show for a while so she can have a break.

1975updates tonight YN was in the crowd at the band’s show. She was in front of the barricade for most of it and during Robbers Matty went down to her and kissed her. If I’m honest I’m just in shock.

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1975fan1 omgomgomgomg i love them together!!!

1975fan2 WHEN will it be MY TURN

ynfan1 oooh this must’ve been what she was so upset about

#matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy blurb

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Birthday Surprise.

Summary: with Steven and Marc's 37th birthday today, Y/N has decided to give them a gift they will never forget

Warnings: pregnancy and fluff really, the end might be a little angsty but it's very light, and it's 1.4k words

A/N i don't think i've seen anyone do something like this yet? Or i've just missed those fics lmao, anyways i just wanted some Steven fluff and so i wrote steven fluff! I left this open-ended because i'm thinking of making a part 2? But y'all would have to let me know if you want that. Enjoy!!

Rules, Requests, and More! (Pt. 2)

"You sure Marc doesn't want to blow out candles too?" Y/N questions as she places two colorful candles in the shape of a 3 and 7 in the middle of a round chocolate cake, her eyes landing on the excited Brit sitting in front of the cake. "Cause you could blow out the three and he can get the seven or I can just get mo–"

Steven's soft dark eyes quickly glance at Gus's tank before replying. "Ah no," he begins, his lip twitching into a slight frown. "He says he's not much of a birthday guy anymore."

With a small nod, Y/N makes sure that all the presents are in place while Steven lights his candles. Sliding into an old wooden chair next to him, Y/N smiles softly at him as she says "Happy birthday love!"

After blowing out the candles, they happily dig in. "Wow this is amazing love," Steven hums.

"It's just from a box," Y/N shrugs. "I would have bought one from the store but it was too packed, I didn't have much time 'cause of work either," she scowls, eyeing the darkness pouring into the small apartment. "Save some for Marc!" Y/N cries as she watches Steven cut himself another big slice.

"They'll be plenty left," Steven replies, dumping the large slice onto his plate and spilling a few crumbs onto the table.

"Hurry up and eat then," Y/N sighs, pushing her mostly eaten cake slice away. "I've got to find your last gift anyways, just don't make yourself sick! I am not cleaning that up." The legs of the wooden chair noisily scrape against the wood floor as she slides out of her chair, a small groan escapes Y/N, her feet carrying them towards the small bathroom.

Giddiness beings to fill Y/N as she closes the door behind her. Immediately turning to the small sink and opening up the cabinet, Y/N bends down to sift through old cleaning bottles and stacks of toilet paper. After a few back-aching seconds, Y/N feels a grin creep onto her face as she grabs the small white test she was looking for.

She didn't have time to wrap it today, but Y/N hopes that the red bow that she slapped on it the other day is good enough. Making sure the small cap is on tightly, Y/N holds the smooth pregnancy test against her arm as she stands and makes her way to the bathroom door.

As Y/N steps out of Steven's small bathroom, she can hear him quietly talking with Marc but immediately stops when his gaze falls on her. "You ready?" Y/N asks with an innocent smile as Steven watches her closely.

"Oh, yes!" He says, instantly grabbing for a small orange box with his name scribbled on it. Setting the small test in her lap, Y/N gives Steven a small nod and watches him tear apart the delicate polka-dotted wrapping paper. "Oh wow," Steven's voice filled with amazing makes a smile grow on her face.

"I didn't know they made more of these!" Steven pushes the wrapping paper away to reveal a Rubix cube, only, it wasn't a cube but a triangle roughly the same size.

"Oh yeah, they make a whole bunch of them," Y/N beams, enjoying the large grin on Steven's face. "That one's called a Piramynx! I thought that you'd like a new challenge and honestly your other one looks like it'll break any minute now."

Steven snorts softly at ther words, his gaze fully set on the piramynx in his hands. "I wonder how this one works." He murmurs as he turns the box it came in. Y/N's gaze moves from Steven down to her lap, fiddling with the small test in her fingers, nervousness bubbling through her as she eyes down the two strong red lines.

The sound of ripping cardboard brings her gaze back up to Steven, who had begun to start playing with his new gift. "Steven?" Y/N chuckles, watching him immediately set the Rubix triangle-down. "I had one more gift for you, well you and Marc."

Immediately Steven's eyes flicker to the still wrapped gift next to him, but with a shake of her head Steven shoots her a confused look. Looking down at the small test in her lap, Y/N forces a small smile through her nervousness as she brings up the test to the table, sliding it towards Steven.

"You....are...sick?" Steven cocks his head as he gently holds the white test between his fingers. His head immediately whips towards Gus's tank, no doubt being scolded by Marc.

"I'm pregnant love," the whisper of those words makes Steven drop the test onto the table, his eyes blown wide as they fall on Y/N.

"You're what!" He squeaks, pushing away from the table, Steven stands to his feet as one of his hands runs through his dark curls. "A-are you being for real right now?"

"Yes!" Y/N giggles, sliding out of her own chair. "I am!"

"B-but how," Steven sputters. "Well, I know how but umm, but w-when?"

Slowly Y/N moves to grab Steven's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before her gaze meets Steven's. "A week ago maybe? For the test at least, who knows when it actually happened..." Y/N tilts her head in thought. "Yeah, it must have been! I took at least three different tests last Saturday when you two were at work, you had come home so late that I thought I'd wait to surprise you today.....so surprise?"

"I–" Steven begins, his soft gaze glancing from Y/N's eyes to her belly. "I don't know what to say, love."

"Are you happy?"

"Of course," he sighs. "Of course I am, I just never would have thought this would happen!" A grin spreads across Steven's face as he meets Y/N's gaze. Immediately he scoops her up into a hug, squeezing her tightly until he quickly realizes he probably shouldn't.

"Oh, I'm sorry love!" He exclaims out of breath. "I just.....wow, me? A father? I can't believe it!"

"I know!" Y/N says with just as much giddiness in her voice as his. "What does Marc think of this?"

"Oh," Y/N's face falls slightly at the quietness in Steven's tone. "Nothing bad really, mainly 'cause he hadn't said anything besides calling me stupid for not realizing the kind of test that was."

Y/N subconsciously begins to chew her lip, she knew that Marc had parental issues but he never went on about them besides the quick "we just didn't get along."

A warm hand cupping her jaw makes Y/N jump, instantly she brings her hand to brush over Steven's. "I'm sure he is just as excited Y/N," he says with a reassuring smile, his other hand sliding onto her belly. "He just might need a minute or two to process the information."

"Right, no, umm," Y/N says, shaking the anxiety out of her. "You're probably right, it took me a day or so to wrap my head around it too. But I hope it was a good surprise though."

"It is indeed," Steven hums before placing a soft kiss on Y/N's forehead. "Now how 'bout we clean up the table and then throw a movie on eh?"

"Yeah that sounds great," Y/N nods as Steven's hands drop from her. As he turns toward the table to put the few pieces of cake that were left away, Y/N decides to throw away the torn wrapping paper, her eyes trying not to land on the untouched gift.

Her fingers slowly slide against the smooth metallic green paper, the gnawing anxious feeling returning to her as Y/N silently reads the scribbled name on the top of the gift. With a soft sigh, she sets it back down and tells herself not to worry.

Marc will be just as happy.

That small sentence plays in her head as Y/N wipes off the table with her hand, chewing on her lip as she reminds herself that it'll be fine. Steven's enthusiasm has to count for something right? Y/N turns to glance at Steven who was rocking on his feet as he cleans the plates they had used.

I need to stop worrying, Y/N's eyes fall back onto the old table. Marc wouldn't want me to worry anyway, too much stress for the baby he'd say.

Everything will be alright, he'd add.

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 28 days

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Hi, dear Blue, I saw your post and Rushed over! Coincidentally I reread the first three chapters of the CEO series before work today because it is a masterpiece! So I have fresh thoughts on them rn. Hope this helps motivate you even a little🥰💜

Chapter 1: Complaint

Ah the first part of what has become an Absolute Masterpiece!

From the first chapter I was hooked, obsessed, and addicted. This particular part was what really got me excited for the series-

“Did you get hurt, angel?” Jimin says softly. Tears definitely start to well up in your eyes as you look towards him. Taehyung let’s go of your chin to caress your cheek as a tear drops and he wipes it away. Namjoon’s eyes darken, they know for absolute fact you could do no wrong but unless they wanted HR to come visit they needed to resolve this in house. He knew that bitch was lying through her teeth about their favourite girl, but they needed you to tell them what actually happened so they could get rid of her without any mess. “We can’t help you baby girl if you don’t tell us,” he says, hoping it would elicit something out of you.“You guys are the problem,” you say through a sob, and your arms come to cover your face as more tears shed down your face. Their hearts sink at your words, Taehyung frowns at you, his dark eyes disappearing to look at you with sadness.

I've reread this one more times than I care to admit lol including thrice just today. One thing I noticed immediately and really loved was that you were careful to mention everyone, even if they didn't get a ton of dialogue you made sure to mention their thoughts or actions.

Chapter 2: Mediation

Aka Jimin's chapter. You know an author understands how to write Jimin when I can literally hear Filter in my mind while reading his parts. Our Blue is truly amazing🤩💜💜💜

All of the boys feel thoughtfully written as well. Jin who's calm and gentle but we all know he's just as if not more dangerous than the rest, Joon is the epitome of calm before the storm as well as the storm itself, you do NOT want to be on his bad side, Yoongi ever done with everyone's sh*t and probably wants to fire the rest of the building on the daily, except for Y/N of course who brings out his secret not so little soft side and the cutestgummy smile known to man, our Sunshine Hobi whose dark side is just as scary as his bright side is cheerful,,,, mad Hobi is honestly so attractive though,,,, and I love watching the Maknaes be petty towards Suran (or anyone really lol) and protective and clingy with Y/N🥰😂

Chapter 3: Resolution

The Dinner Date! It was such a cute chapter, short and sweet and has me grinning like a schoolgirl with a crush everytime I read it. Once again you go above and beyond making sure all the boys get a fair amount of attention while still making Y/N feel like the main character. I love being able to watch the character grow and really related with the anxious self thought in the first part of the chapter. Oh to have seven boyfriends to boost my self-worth at any time😍 Y/N is definitely living the dream right now.

P.S. Sorry this ended up so long hehe my bad.

💜

Why are you apologising 😭 this was exactly what I needed 💜🥺 I have a really hard time balancing the characters and the storylines but at the heart of all my stories I think the characters are central and I forget that sometimes 🙃 I also always forget about chapter 2 and 3 🤣 and then when I reread to check continuity I’m like … I wrote this? When? 🤦🏽‍♀️

Lovely you are literally such an angel, and I’m keeping you forever; genuinely if you leave me I’ll riot and go on strike 😤 no pressure 😁

I’m so determined to finish the next chapter today, I’ve got one more scene to write and then it needs editing

#THE FIRST THREE CHAPTERS WERE SOFT I NEED TO BRING BACK THE SOFTNESS #ceo au ask #my favourite people in my ask box makes my week #especially when they write essays about something I’ve written #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 excuse me while I go cry #screenshot this and Imma put it in my motivation album #archive

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rengokuswif3 · 2 years

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hey can u do the hashiers with a y\n whos fashinble or like so oppsesed with fashion

Y/N: Wrote for ones I thought would be cute with a fashionable s/o!

BRO. LETS GET ONE THINF STRAIGHT. YALL LOOK S T U N N I N G

He is very into fashion himself, he likes to look good for himself and for his wives, and he obviously likes to be the center of attention and catch people eye with his ✨flashiness✨

Would buy you fabrics that he saw and ask you to make the two of you matching outfits. Like his as a yukata and a dress for you like the ones Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru wear

Would love for you to wear one of your own designs when he takes you out, would show you off and praise your skills

Honestly doesn’t mind guys giving you attention, after all he knows you’re beautiful and amazing at what you do

“Of course she’s my wife! Anyone this flashy is sure to be!”

OMG SHE WOULD LOVE SEEINF YOUR DESIGNS AND EVERY OUTFIT YOU WEAR SO MUCH

“EEEEEEEE! Y/N YOUR OUTFIT IS SO CUTE!”

“Y/N YOU LOOK STUNNING!! DID YOU REALLY MAKE THAT YOURSELF? ITS AMAZING!”

If you ever made her anything, she would be SO excited! Especially if it was something that didn’t show off so much cleavage, cause while you’re not complaining, she’s said before she was a bit uncomfortable with it so you want to make her some clothes she’s more comfy in

Anything with little heart details she loves, but she’d be obsessed with anything you made her

If you put on a mini fashion show for her of stuff you got from shopping, she would just have a huge smile on her face

Obanai isn’t totally into fashion or anything, yeah he has his own style and everything but he’s not a fashion snob

But seeing you passionate about what you do does something to him, like when your eyes light up and you work hard for hours on a piece, he loves to see it

If you made him something, he would wear it all the frickin time. It could literally just be a black sweater but he’d love it and claim nothing has ever fit him better

When you’re sketching out designs, he loves to just sit in silence with you and peek over at what you’re drawing

Unless you’re doing a Tim Burton inspired line, do not ask him for ideas cause that is all he’s got-

Bonus:

Dude, Muzan with a fashion designer or just fashion forward s/o would be AMAZING

He’d but you the finest fabrics in Japan, the best new fashions, take you to fashion shows held at night

He’d make sure to compliment your new dress or new kimono all the time, would hug you from behind while you’re sketching out ideas as praise you for them

You know how girls will go shopping and then put a fashion show on for their parents showing them what they got? YOU DO THAT FOR HIM AND HE LOVES THEM

If you got the both of you matching outfits or made them, he would ADORE them and proudly wear them to demon meetings

Would also borrow your clothes when in his female form, and if any lower demon DARE get their blood on it while he kills them, he will want to kill them 100 more times

#tengen uzui x reader #mitsuri kanroji x reader #iguro obanai x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kny

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silk-scarlet-ribbons · 2 months

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I binge-read (which, I'll admit, doesn't do your pacing justice. Planning on rereading it slower lol) your work "children of the stars" and i have. so many (positive) thoughts

I don't usually read sa recovery fics coz I feel like it's common for authors to emphasize the pain more than the recovery-- which, coz fanfic is usually used to vent, isn't bad per se, its just not my thing -- but i was really pleasantly surprised by yours. I love how you express how fucked Tim's situation is while in Jason's POV coz you never really take away from it, while still portraying the distress that he feels and the forced (by law) compliance that often comes with SA by authority figures. How Jason has to walk himself through putting the kid over his anger is gut-wrenchingly amazing (esp with taking the Pit into account), and how Jason works on himself and is generally happier for/because of Tim genuinely made me have to stand up in certain parts. It shows how much Jason doesn't want his own experiences to repeat (both with his alluded to childhood, and with Bruce) and proves how different he is to the character Tim's initially been threatened with. That eventually crescendoing into him calling the exact person he's so cautious of being like??? Actually made me want to die (in a good way).

You also make sure to still express that Tim is a child, which I really appreciated coz i feel like when younger people go through that, it tends to be made into a "step into maturity". Tim just. God, I cried so hard at the "I'll be brave until you get there". The idea that he thinks it'll happen again contrasted with the trust he has in Jason is so aauuuugggghh

Also?? I really really related to Dick in this particular work because of how you portrayed his own reactions and experiences. Coping by taking on responsibility and then having to shed that abruptly when someone else has experienced a similar situation was something I really really liked your approach to. Especially after he finds that Tim has the same/similar trigger to him?? Every different experience with SA that you wrote hit so hard. Definitely one of my favorite reps so far. God. I love all of your character writing. DUDE ALSO WITH BRUCE?? ALFRED?? MARCO?? You described all of the bat's grief and longing for what was so welllll.

Just. Really really refreshing read, 100% gonna go through the rest of your works. Sorry if this was long winded or annoying lol, feel free to disregard if you want to. Either way, thank you so much for posting that (for free!) and I look forward to future chapters if you write any more :)

in case you were wondering, anon, this reply is so late because i spent the last week crying over it <3 /lh

Ohhh man oh man. OH MAN. OH MAN! this is honestly so kind,,, jkjkjdfkjdf Jason and Tim's journeys in CotS as they try to rationalize with what happened to them while still allowing themselves to be juvenile, somehow, was basically a cornerstone in the fic, and I'm so beyond excited and grateful that there are people who genuinely enjoyed that aspect of it. AND DICK, MY BELOVED.... I could never leave him out of it either, I love that guy.

It just means the world to me that you enjoyed this so much? Idk it's like the horrors of being perceived but they're not horrors, they're joys. The joys of having my fic perceived. Grief is one of my favorite things to write for how powerful it is, and getting this kind of feedback only makes me want to keep going (especially now, when I've been hitting a dearth of creativity, lol).

I have one more official chapter planned for CotS--- it's proving to be the hardest to write, because on my life I hate finishing things. Sometimes I can't finish things. But this makes me want to finish it just to give this fic's wonderful, wonderful readers a conclusion.

This was not annoying at all-- I genuinely read it, like, seven-eight times. It was an absolute light for my entire week. Never apologize for doing this for the works you love, I promise you we are reading and we are cherishing.

#fic talk #children of the stars art #anon ask #ask scar #thank you so much op #you are genuinely a light #<3333

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babes4pdd · 5 months

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My favorite- Ben Marshall X reader

A/N: this made us laugh when we wrote it. also theres no smut in this SORRY!

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Head in your hands in your tiny office you stare at the blank document pulled up on your computer. It was a sunday afternoon and you needed a good sketch idea by tomorrow night for the first pitch of ideas with all the other snl writers, and by god were you stressed. Usually coming up with ideas was tough, but you were truly stuck by this point and sitting alone in your office staring at your computer was not helping. Fuck this, you were going to get up and walk down the hall to stretch your legs and get a cup of coffee, maybe it would help you think of something.

It feels good to get out and walk around, you’re filling up your mug and opening the fridge to see if there's any creamer left, when a familiar voice greets you.

“Hey Y/N”

“Hi Ben.” you reply, watching him copy you and pour his coffee. You like Ben, he’s nice to you and he’s always so polite, running ahead of you to open doors and going out of his way to tell you how much he loves everything you write. It doesn’t hurt that he’s also really cute, he has the nicest smile you’ve ever seen and he's covered in about a million freckles, you’ve caught yourself staring at him a few times and had to drag your eyes away before he’d realized. The last thing you’d ever want is for him to catch you eyeing him.

His hand brushes against yours as he reaches for the coffee pot. Your stomach flips and you try to ignore his bitten nails and the way his hand flexes as he picks it up to pour it.

“Are you excited for tomorrow?” he asks, bringing you out of your thoughts as he pours coffee into a ‘worlds best grandma’ mug “Do you have all your sketches planned out?”

You groan at the mention of the thing that’s been making your life so fucking difficult.

“I’m gonna take that as a no.” he says with a chuckle.

“I haven’t even started them” you admit, feeling embarrassed at the way your voice drops to a mumble and your cheeks heat up. “I have like, no ideas, like at all.”

He looks at you, his eyes full of care, “I bet you'll come up with something soon! Everything you write is so fucking good I bet this one is just taking extra long cause its extra amazing!”

“Thanks Ben, that means a lot,” you say as you look in his eyes.

“No problem! I actually meant to tell you I-,” he’s cut off as John and Martin enter the room, obviously looking for Ben.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing in here, you said you were going to the bathroom like twenty minutes ago.” Martin says, obviously annoyed. Ben freezes, speaking as the two of them look at him judgmentally.

“Okay, well I um, decided I wanted some coffee instead so I got some.”. Ben responds nervously, his large hands wrapping around his mug protectively . “Ok, I’m just gonna go now, I’ll meet you guys back at the office!” he says, pushing past John and Martin quickly, practically running to the door before he throws it open and speed walks down the short hallway to their office, opening the door and slamming it behind him. So much for being polite and running ahead to hold the door you think.

“The fuck is wrong with him?” John mutters to Martin, they exchange a look as Martin raises his eyebrows and tilts his head towards you. “Oh, that’s why.” John says, looking at you. You give them a puzzled look and open your mouth to say something before Martin speaks again, cutting you off. “Aaaaanyway, we should probably get back to work, bye Y/N!”. You mumble a farewell, as the two of them leave, confused at Ben’s out of character reaction and the way John and Martin were communicating wordlessly with their eyebrows and insinuating… something? You honestly had no idea as you watched the two of them walk off, voices low as they returned to their office.

Picking up your mug as you walk back to your office you find your mind stuck on Ben again. Ben Marshall would probably be the perfect boyfriend, you think to yourself, sitting down in your chair and turning on your computer. You could write about that. The perfect boyfriend… not Ben Marshall. That’s good, you think, something to write about, general enough to be relatable but still specific enough that you could make fun of different guys you had met as a young person who was single and redownloaded and subsequently deleted Tinder once every four days.

As you write out your initial ideas your thoughts keep slipping back to your interaction with Ben and his weird, intense exit. Why had he run out like that? Did he hate you? No, well probably not, he had been so nice to you the entire time, smiling and making eye contact and complimenting you. Maybe John and Martin hated you? That was also probably not it, the four of you were friendly with each other and they had never been anything less than kind to you. Well, excluding today, but it wasn’t like they had been exceptionally rude to you it had just been… weird. Whatever, it’s fine, it’s probably nothing, you think, forcing yourself to focus on the words on the page instead of replaying the memory of his hand flexing and his eyes lighting up as he smiles at you.

The week went by in a flash and before you knew it was Saturday night. You watched from the sidelines as your skit about the “Perfect” boyfriend was presented to a live audience. The jokes were landing perfectly and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you watched Kyle Mooney say some of the crazy dialogue you had written for his character.

You hear an especially loud laugh and turn to see it’s Ben who had come out to watch the sketch, he didn’t do this with any of the other sketches tonight, you think, as the butterflies in your stomach go crazy . The sketch ends and applause roars from the crowd. You feel relief and pride wash over you as you begin to walk back to your office.

“Hey! Wait up!” you hear a voice that was undeniably Ben’s say from behind you. You stop in your tracks and turn around to see Ben jogging towards you. Why has he been moving so fast around here lately?

“That was amazing! I told you that writer's block was just the price you had to pay for a brilliant sketch,” He says excitedly as he smiles widely at you. He thinks your sketch was brilliant?! “That’s so nice of you to say! I thought your sketch tonight was amazing too! You guys always manage to make me laugh,” You say with a chuckle at the end. Ben’s face reddens so much his ears almost camouflage into his fiery hair. “Thanks,” he says shyly before out of the blue asking, “Hey, you’re going to the afterparty tonight right?” You're taken back by the question, Why does he care if you’re going? “Um yeah,” you say after a second, trying to conceal the suspicion in your voice. “That's great!” he says with an enthusiasm you've never heard from an adult man before. What the hell is going on? You wonder as he stands in front of you silently, rocking back and forth on his heels as you both think of something else to say.

There’s a few beats of awkward silence, then you manage to say, “...I think I’m going to go get some things from my office..I’ll see you later though!”

“Oh, Oh my god I’m sorry I stopped you for so long…see you tonight…Don't be a stranger!” he says while AGAIN speeding away. You stare at his quickly retreating form before turning and continuing the path to your office.

Forty five minutes later you’re walking into the same bar you meet at after every show. After greeting a few people you notice Ben, John, and Martin standing together, they look tense and once Ben sees you he says something to the two of them and they both walk off, Ben grins while eagerly waving you over. “Hey! You made it! I’m glad to see you here!”. There’s something sweet about his intense overeagerness, something that makes you blush and inch closer to him as he goes on and on about how funny and original your sketch is and how snl is going this season. At one point it’s so loud in the bar that he has to lean down so he can talk in your ear, which does nothing to stop your shaking hands and the butterflies in your stomach. Fuck, you like him so much. It truly doesn’t help when he puts his hand on your arm and says “Here, let me go get you a drink.” Returning a few minutes later, glass in hand he bows down slightly as he presents it to you. “And for the queen herself!” he says, beaming as you take the glass from him and take a sip.

“This is my favorite drink” you tell him, leaning in close so he can hear you over the music. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.” he tells you teasingly as he watches you sip your drink.

You really like Ben Marshall.

It’s all you can think about as you watch him laugh and wildly gesture with his hands as he tells you about the time he and Martin got into a fight and Martin threw a bowl at his head.

It’s all you can think about as he sits across from you, completely focused on you and only you, listening to your story about the time someone’s hair got caught in the door on the subway and the whole train had to wait for her to get it unstuck.

It’s all you can think about when you’re watching him dance after he takes three shots and he grabs your hands and pulls you up with him as he swings you around, narrowly missing your coworkers while they step back to give the two of you a wide berth.

“I haven’t seen John and Martin all night, are they here?” You ask him later, after the two of you are sitting again and you make him go up to the bar and get himself a glass of water.

“Why?” He asks, sliding the glass across the table to you so you can have a sip “I mean, I’m sure they’re here somewhere, do you want to talk to them or-”

“No!” you say, a little too eager, the alcohol in your system making you giggly and eager to spend time with him. “No, I like spending time with you. You’re my favorite.”

“I’m your favorite?” he asks, and you watch his face flush and a nervous smile overtake his face.

“Yeah” you reply, pushing the glass back across to him, hesitating a second before you reach over and grab his hand. He immediately laces his fingers with yours.

“That’s awesome, um, you’re my favorite too. Like in the whole office.” he responds after a moment.

“I don’t know if you could tell but um, I like you a lot.” he continues “I think you’re really funny and pretty and nice to talk to and you always smell good, and I really really like spending time with you.”

“I like you too.” you say almost immediately. Smiling at the way his eyes lock on yours. “I was kind of worried you could tell, like that I was being obvious every time I was staring at you.”

This makes him laugh. “I was so worried you would notice I was obsessed and think I was like, a total creep” he says “Like I didn’t even know I was doing this but apparently John and Martin said I’ve been really weird around you? Like because I’m nervous? John said I’ve been like, running? And that I should stop because that probably freaks you out.”

“You were walking pretty fast.” You tease him, squeezing his hand as he keeps his eyes on yours. God this feels…unreal, holding hands with the boy you’ve been daydreaming about for months while he looks at you and admits he thinks you’re so pretty it makes him nervous.

The two of you are interrupted by a wide eyed John, who greets you before turning to Ben “Dude, I know we said we’d leave you alone tonight but Martin is like, fucked up.”

“Where is he?” Ben asks, craning his neck to look across the bar.

“Fucking throwing up.” John responds “I called an Uber and it’s almost here but I need you to help me bring him home, you know how he gets. The Uber’s gonna be here in like, ten minutes, you say your goodbyes now, then meet us outside and help me.” It’s then that John sees your intertwined hands and the way you’re staring at Ben, which prompts him to tell the pair of you “Oh hey that’s awesome, I guess the running wasn’t that weird.” It’s with this that he turns from you and wades back through the bar.

“I think I have to go stop Martin from strangling John in the backseat of an Uber.” Ben says, looking at you as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. “Um, are you free tomorrow?” he asks.

“Depends” You tease him, “Are you asking me out?”

“Of course I’m asking you out.” He says, giving you that smile that makes you feel like there’s a flashbulb going off in your chest. “You’re my favorite.”

God, you really liked Ben Marshall.

#please dont destroy #please dont destroy fanfic #x reader #ben marshall #ben marshall x reader #fanfic

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