#pls click the photos the quality is ass

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✦ WHEN DID THE CAMERA CLICKED?, L. NORRIS

some things are definitely happened in his time in australia, but does it looks like that or no?

fc: millie alcock

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username entire grid: 🇦🇺🦘 lando and y/n: 🇫🇷🥖

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＠theemilycarey: Go back now hun your boyfriend need to race in your home country

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TODAY ON INSTAGRAM

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  ⤷ landonorris she is but she's hard to admit

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TWITTER, NOT LONG AGO

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username Lando you better give the phone back at her

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  ⤷ yourusername ♥️😍

  ⤷ username OH SO IT'S NOT HIM????

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username sorry for the misunderstanding, king

INSTAGRAM, BUT 2 DAYS AFTER THE LAST POST:

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username ALL OF THE FUCKING SUDDEN?????

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username two days ago we got lando's photo from y/n and seeing lando's lovey dovey comments beneath, AND NOW??

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  ⤷ username yall shock me for a sec

username i remember you two are still lovesick as a lovebirds, but look what yall did now

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  ⤷ landonorris he got the silent shooter

username SEE WHAT DID I SAY

username how did you get this? i thought that they promised after the bet yesterday?

  ⤷ maxfewtrell I've had enough about their bets actually

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[stylespresleyhearted]

POV: YOU’RE DATING CALLUM TURNER

or the one where i pretend i am Callum’s girlfriend (and also tagging @precious-little-scoundrel on this bc I GOTTA)

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tmznews Callum Turner spotted with a mystery girl! Is the new heartthrob off the market? Link in bio for everything TMZ has on his new gal.

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user23 the invasion of privacy … yikes

user12 What does it say about me if I read the article because tbh I’m curious

fan12 don’t do it, lets respect their privacy

callumupdates Don’t give TMZ any clicks. Look at the horrible quality of the photos, they obviously weren’t supposed to obtain these. Callum will share when he is ready.

yourfriendsig At least she’s pretty 😍

yourinstagram stopppp haha

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yourinstagram soft launching my man bc he’s hot and i love him ❣️ (oh yeah and tmz exposed us)

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fan12 GIRL THIS IS A HARD LAUNCH NOTHING SOFT ABOUT IT!!!!

user41 crrrryingggg omg iconic

user23 lol attention seeker

yourfriendsig It took me three years to be IG official with you, why does he get special treatment 😒

yourusername take a guess 😉

keoghan92 @tmznews you suck

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deuxmoi Spotted: Callum Turner and his girlfriend at a pub in downtown London. Looks like no more hiding for this couple. Sources tell me they’re in love and don’t care who knows it.

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fan12 wahhh they’re so cute

user23 i’m so jealous but i also ship it so hard

fan41 my friend saw them making out at a diner last week lmao she said they were eating each other not the food

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yourinstagram so proud and moved to tears ♥️ the entire cast and crew did a great job honoring these brave men

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fan12 we love a supportive gf

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user23 I met y/n at the event tonight and she was the sweetest, most HILARIOUS person its easy to see why Callum is in love with her ❤️

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anthonyboyle One Direction

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user97 OMGGG they’re so hot wtf

yourinstagram more like Wrong Direction

keoghan92 you think you’re funny huh

yourinstagram Callum finds me funny 🥲

rafflaw he’s biased he’s in love with u

fan91 cryingg she’s a part of the mota fam 💍🥹

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yourinstagram hi movie star ♥️ i love you - your biggest fan

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rafflaw 💍💍💍👀

yourfriendsig @rafflaw LMAO DONT START THE RUMORS

appletv Mr & Mrs Egan spin off?

keoghan92 sappy

yourinstagram @sabrinacarpenter

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yourfriendsig good times

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user91 … the hand on her ass … making out … CALLUM TURNER I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

yourinstagram why would you post this when you know im missing him 🥺

yourinstagram brb omw to ft him

fan23 i love the way y/n loves him she isn’t afraid to be a normal girlfriend

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yourinstagram social media making fun of me for this but if he was your man you’d get it 😌 i say that’s my baby and i’m proud ♥️♥️

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fan12 if i didn’t see my bf for a week i’d react the same way people need to mind their business

yourinstagram it was only three days but yes your point still stands 😆

yourfriendsig y/n you’re an icon

fan92 i love them so fucking much pls adopt me

yourinstagram okay! ♥️

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yourinstagram someone tell y/n not to leave her phone unlocked 🤣🤣🥳 - anthony & barry here!

edit: got my phone back. can’t bring myself to delete my boyfriend looks so cute. i guess barry and anthony look okay.

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fan23 LMAO PLS HOW DID THEY STEAL HER PHONE !!!😂😂CALLUM TAKE IT BACK!

yourinstagram he was supposed to hold it for me it didn’t fit in my clutch and he sided w the enemies 🥺

anthonyboyle New profile picture?

yourinstagram i’ll kill you

yourinstagram also i think it’s important for everyone to know @keoghan92 stuck his hand down my boyfriends pants pocket to get my phone

keoghan92 and i liked it

anthonyboyle 😂😂😂

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The End

Ahhhhhh making this was so much fun!!! Y/N is a bit shameless in her adoration for her man but that’s the point!!! I’d be the same if he was mine (I mean look at Vanessa Kirby and Dua Lipa lmao)

Marina this is for us because this man deserves our love we’d make him so happy 🙌🏼

It was supposed to be silly and funny so don’t give me shit obviously celeb relationships would be a lot more private. And for bonus fun check this out ⬇️

[hallasimss]

— surprise 모두 기립 박수 (hala, hala) | ( 🎧 ) ( an introduction. click photos for better quality. )

it's patch day, everything has gone to sh*t for those who don't play vanilla (read: me, i refuse to update until my essential mods are back in working order) and somehow i figured this was well overdue since i've been mostly lurking in the community and spam liking (plus i uh. may be lacking in simblrs to follow). time to stop being creepy and make sure the rest of you know who i am sksksksk

* about me, or; an overview.

halla. non-binary, they/she/xe, they/them preferred. bi/pan. xviii. neurodivergent. afro-carribbean with south asian ancestry. islamic christian and religious pluralist. tired high school senior, video editor/translator volunteer and k-pop/indian cinema stan in their free time. (mostly) wcif friendly, stick to the inbox when inquiring. (if i see you in the comment section it's going to be very hard not to convince me to soft block you i'm sorry) currently tracking #hallasimss. follow from my main @theinfinitedivides.

* what to expect.

mostly cas and lookbook edits since i suck ass at sticking to legacy gameplay—will try to share shots here and there from my current playthrough, but do not be surprised if three months in there's another sim that is getting the main spotlight instead of the one before them. also trying my hand at converting a few illustrations into cas tattoos for personal use, so we'll see how it goes on the cc end

* where to find me.

i don't want to make it seem like i'm chronically online but i am chronically online in a way? if you can't catch me here or on my main you'll most likely find me on my pinterest or the deepest recesses of mydramalist if you're lucky and i'm back in my k-drama phase voluntarily (no, i'm not leaking my username. take a wild guess and tell me if you're right). discord invites are for mutuals only—otherwise, stalk me on spotify to get a glimpse into my mental health!!! you will however be asking yourself why i have a specific song on loop for six hours and i will not be able to answer that

* simblrs i recommend.

@softerhaze (sunblind is one of the only reasons i am able to make this post, ty) ∙ @cinamun ∙ @simelune ∙ @rhdweauni0 ∙ @tau1tvec ∙ @farfallasims ∙ @wildmelon ∙ @literalite ∙ @kadelyka ∙ @miilkymoonsims ∙ @kashisun ∙ @gunthermunch ∙ @bananasplit-sims ∙ @pralinesims (when i tell you that most of my mods folder is just their content i am not lying. absolute godsend) ∙ @puppycheesecake ∙ @glimersims

* fin.

and that's it, ig? i'm terrible at these sorts of things but hopefully all of this made some kind of sense—if you are an active simblr pls interact or say hi so i can follow you back, otherwise how tf am i supposed to find y'all if i'm now stuck in this community for the foreseeable future sfjsfdnkjsdnj (mobile navigation post coming soon-ish. if i can get more of my sh*t together. tbh that's highly unlikely but we're trying to be optimistic)

[starkerhowlter]

I posted 6,017 times in 2022

That's 5,000 more posts than 2021!

79 posts created (1%)

5,938 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@musette22

@gay-jewish-bucky

@khalixascorner

@starker-sorbet

@caps-boo-bear

I tagged 215 of my posts in 2022

#shut up nika - 86 posts

#starker - 74 posts

#tony x peter - 63 posts

#nika writes - 46 posts

#ask nika - 32 posts

#nff - 11 posts

#stucky - 11 posts

#steve x bucky - 10 posts

#ask starkerhowlter - 10 posts

#anonymous - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 99 characters

#chris *looking at all the doggos*: you're buster and you're buster and you're buster and you're....

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

ooooh 35 pls for the thread starter kink thing 😳😆

Absolutely! This one got away from me!! Thanks for the ask @sinditia

Title: Bathroom Floor

Ship: Starker

Rating: E

Contains: d/s notes, choking, public sex, toys, dirty talk

Words: 970

Summary: "I don't know why we couldn't have got to your car, Tony. Like, we already paid, we finished eating..." "Because, Peter, I couldn't wait that long. I have wanted to ruin you all day since we got here and now I can."

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        "I don't know why we couldn't have got to your car, Tony. Like, we already paid, we finished eating..."

        "Because, Peter, I couldn't wait that long. I have wanted to ruin you all day since we got here and now I can." The older growls and pushes Peter against the wall, kissing him messily.

        "Anyone can see us..." Peter tries, "I don't wanna get caught, I come here too often for us to get caught. They might never let us back in."

        "And if they don't? We'll find a new place. And I'll fuck you in the bathroom of that place too." Peter gasps in reply to the man kissing down his neck.

Despite Peter's protest they end up on the floor, Peter on his hands and knees and gasping for Tony. "Is this okay?"

        "Fuck, yes!!!" He gasps, glitter on his cheeks sparkling under the shitty lighting in the bathroom of the upscale restaurant. Tony pulls his velvet red shorts down, taking his lacey undergarments with them, and pushes his shirt up his back. He glances back at the door, making sure that it is just as locked as he left it.

        “That’s good. Now spread your cheeks for me.” Tony growls, leaning back and unbuttoning his suit pants. Peter gasps as he follows directions, revealing the red and gold plug sitting perfectly in his ass. "Shit, baby, it looks just as good as when I put it there this morning. Are you still as loose and full of my cum as you were earlier?"

        "Yes, sir."

        "Let's add more, shall we?" Tony smirks, pulling the plug out before Peter can even cry out. He revels in the absolute mewl the younger finally chokes out, as he pulls a packet of lube out of his suit pocket. Tearing the corner open and spreading it over his cock. He smirks at Peter, catching the boy's eye as he looks back, sucking his lip at the sight of his boyfriend stroking his cock to full hardness. He drops his hands from behind him, pushing his face off the ground.

        "Did I tell you to move your hands, baby?"

        "I didn't want my face on the ground."

        "That's fair." Tony raises up, laying his body over Peter's back, his hand intertwining with the boy's as he slides in the tip. "Fuck how are you still loose from earlier?"

        "I don't, fuck, I don't know Tones. Just am." He whimpers, pushing back and taking more of the older. "Fuck, I need more."

        "More?" Tony growls and kisses the boy's neck. "I should make you wait. I should pull out and make you lay on the floor presenting all night. I could unlock the door and let everyone else come in and see you. Or, I could take a photo and make it my phone background, everyone will see it and wonder who that pretty boy is. And you know what I'll say?" Tony pauses his hips, "Can you guess baby?"

        "M-mm... mm-mm." He shakes his head, a soft moan passing his lips.

        "No? Well, sweetheart, I would look at them and say, oh. That's mine." Tony growls, pushing in the rest of the way as he finishes the statement. Peter mewls meeting the man's thrusts halfway, punctuating each of Tony's statements with a mew. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be a showboy for my associates? Your pretty ass on display for the whole world?"

        "Fuck, T..."

        "Are you seriously close already? Pathetic little baby. Spreading yourself out for your Sir and that's all it takes? Is that all I am to you? A cock and mouth? Need me to keep you on edge?"

        "Yes! Fuck!" He gasps, whining when Tony gives a particularly hard thrust, pushing against Peter's prostate repeatedly.

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#4

Today on fools of AO3... This is a friendly reminder my fics are FICTIONAL about fictional characters in a fictional world.

To this commenter: Honey, if you read the fic you'd know his daughter doesnt exist in this universe and Tony is very much alive and well. If Tony Stark were real he'd be known exclusively for... I think the word you liked was Tomfoolery? also, just in case you werent aware, tony stark is a fictional character, just like this fic. 🙂

Also, Deskwarmer of all fics? Cmon! Some of my other fics have much more tomfoolery! You should try reading those too and get back to me on if those are more his personality 😉

64 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#3

Sugar Baby Starker

Peter Parker is Tony Stark's newest baby and everyone can tell there's something different about him. Instead of waiting a few months for their relationship to get off the ground, Tony is spoiling Peter with the most lavish treasures possible. But I guess Peter has to live up to his title:

"Tesoro"

(shout out to @cozysafechaotic and @khalixascorner for their help in color choice!)

84 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#2

DeskWarmer

Ship: Starker Rating: Nc-17 (E) Contains: Cockwarming, Technical exhibitionism, Casual use of toys, namecalling, daddy kink, begging, crying Words: 1739 Summary: "Alright, baby, but I have to get back to work so I can't give you my full attention. You'll have to be like a little rent-a-slut at my desk and keep me company."

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Dedicated to @endgame-ironspider who sent to the Super Starkers Discord "cockwarming cockwarming cockwARMING COCKWARMING" at like 3 am one April night. This is the result. Hope you love it! unbeta'd, any mistakes are my own

The keys jingle in the front door when Peter turns the lock. The sound of the Scantron machine echoes in his head, the repetitive biting of the machine everywhere there's a missed answer. He gently places his backpack down on the bench in the foyer and walks upstairs. The smell of Tony's cologne lingers in the air mixed with the other smells ranging from cigarettes to gunpowder. Peter's head hurts. The stimulus from the world around him is too much, he needs his one solace -- he needs Tony.

He opens the door to their shared bedroom suite and fights the urge to collapse on the bed and wrap the duvets around himself. The older's t-shirt and jeans still lay on the floor next to the bed, a single remaining symbol of the nights before. He longs for that again. The solace that's found in the man's smell and warmth, the feeling of fullness that only he can provide. Peter's trance is broken, however, when he hears Tony's voice travelling from somewhere else in the house. He sounds stressed, anxious, and as though he's also longing for Peter. The younger's eyes flutter shut briefly, muscles threatening to give out at any moment. Instead of indulging his body's cries, he elects to open the drawer on the black chest of drawers underneath the mounted TV. Inside is most of the clothes Tony has selected for him when he feels like this. Soft silks, fluffy sweaters, worn through band tees that have been washed one too many times. He finds a black oversize t-shirt that hangs loose on Tony as well and lays it on the bed. The red flecks of a long-gone logo stare back at him as he strips off his t-shirt and jeans from school and changes into the shirt, not bothering to find a pair of pants before leaving the room.

Peter pads down the hallway, pausing momentarily at the foot of the staircase, nodding at Sam and Bucky guarding the door. The two nod back, permitting him upstairs. Not like their approval would have mattered either way. He hears the sound again, Tony's exasperated laugh coming from behind the large Macassar door. Peter decides it's unnecessary to knock and opens the door slowly. Tony is deep in conversation, brow furrowed at the two people sitting opposite his desk. He recognizes one instantly, Natasha Romanoff with her sub sat at her feet. The other, however, is a complete stranger.

Without a word, Tony glances at the boy and makes a slight come hither movement with his fingers which draws Peter in before he can think twice. He continues listening to the two people, as his young boyfriend sits on his lap and nuzzles into his neck, sighing with relief at the sudden dulling of his senses.

"What do you mean you can't do anything about it?!" Tony asks, ringed hand rising to wrap around the boy's hips, raising the shirt slightly and giving the two people opposite of him a view of the flower tattoo on Peter's thigh.

"I'm sorry, sir. We've tried everything," The unknown man speaks, trying desperately to not show his anxiety.

"Well, Mr Barton, I think we're done here. I advise you to leave before I lose my temper. Send Barnes in." Tony dismisses him with a wave of his left hand, sending the blonde man scurrying out of the room. He continues his conversation with Natasha as he slips his right hand underneath the shirt, fingers playing with the edge of the lace underwear Peter had selected last minute.

"Sir, I--" Natasha begins but stops when Tony raises his left hand and dismisses her.

As soon as she's standing, he turns his attention to the young boy on his lap. "Hi, baby boy. How was your day?"

"It was awful," Peter sighs, dropping his head back down onto the man's shoulder, "There was so much going on and so much to do, I was overwhelmed all day and there were so many sounds and stimuli and..."

"Shhhhh," Tony soothes, running his fingers under the hip band of the lacey panties, "You're away from there now. Would you like to relax? I know you've been missing being full all day."

"No, I haven't," Peter confesses, shifting his hips.

"No?" The man squints slightly, running his hand lower down, moving the undergarment out of the way and poking where the boy's hole should be. Instead of the feeling of skin against his fingertips, he feels the end of a smooth metal object. "Aww, baby, what's this?" Tony wraps his fingers around the end, pulling at it slightly, revelling in the wrecked sound that leaves Peter's mouth, hot breath against his ear.

"W-wanted to try it as stress relief while I was testing. Hoping that maybe it would trick my brain into thinking I was here with you? I even wore your favourite panties and polo to class, hoping it would work.

"And did it?"

"No. It just made me more desperate," Peter confesses, grinding down against the plug and whimpering pathetically.

"Want me to fix that?" Tony asks, removing his hand and unzipping his jeans.

"Please, daddy," Peter begs, whimpering and pressing kisses to the older's jaw. The man smiles, feeling merciful today. He touches the rim of the toy, pulling gently, revelling in the soft noise it makes when it fully is removed. He runs his free hand's fingers through Peter's hair as he opens the desk drawer and removes a small bottle of lube.

"You sure you want this, sweetheart? You know it won't be private. I need you to be okay with it. We can go downstairs if you aren't."

"It's okay, please just... I need it, Daddy, please. I have waited all day." Usually, it takes a lot to make Peter cry this early into sex, but currently, the tears streaming down his cheeks tell another story. "Please," he begs, shallow stuttering breaths ghosting Tony's neck.

"Alright, alright." He purrs, popping the cap of the tube and coating a few fingers. "Thank your lucky stars I'm feeling merciful today, baby boy." Peter whimpers desperately, and wriggles licking and biting at the column of Tony's neck, teeth touching just above the layered necklaces. "Fuck, sweetheart, you can't just decide to do that," Tony murmurs, moving his chin to see his hands. He spreads the lube over a few fingers and presses one to the boy's ass. "Ready sweetheart?"

"Fuck, yes. Please! You can do more than one, I'm stretched! I promise I can take it, Daddy, please just do it!" He presses down, trying to force the man's fingers inside and gasps out a whine when two fingers enter him.

"What a good boy you are," Tony purrs, pressing the third finger in alongside the other two. He begins spreading his fingers gently, revelling in the noises his boyfriend is letting escape.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck," Peter moans, eyes pinched shut and head resting on Tony's shoulder. "More. Please," The younger whimpers a few minutes later, "Please, give me more, daddy I need it."

"Alright, baby, but I have to get back to work so I can't give you my full attention. You'll have to be like a little rent-a-slut at my desk and keep me company," Tony growls in the boy's ear, watching the notifications pop up on his starkpad. He's caught off guard by the punched-out sound the boy releases. "What was that baby? Do you like the idea of that? Wanna be my little toy and keep Daddy's cock warm while he works?"

The softest sound in the room feels like the loudest to Peter's ears as the zipper on tony's black chinos moves over each tooth. The man moves the boy's panties aside and presses the tip of his dick against Peter's stretched hole. Peter gasps, head lolling back as he sinks down onto his boyfriend. The younger fingers grasp at the back of Tony's leather jacket, whimpering under his breath at the feeling of fullness he's craved all day.

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Would people be interested in this fic?

Peter having a purity ring and taking it off to hook up with tony in secret and put it back after.But the idea of one day Tony taking it after a particularly spicy scene and putting it on his keyring as a trophy. Cuz peter would be shocked at him taking the band. And tony would be like "I think I earned it"

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[rotting-mare]

It just hit me that I never posted my art fight attacks

Ocs by

Tytonidaeus

Reinzu

Tankmen

Brainwoorms

Gen

KARMALADE

[mccoys-killer-queen]

Kevin Cronin singing "Can't Fight This Feeling", 12/8/21

Penn's Peak Venue, Jim Thorpe, PA

[miisoo]

— to whoever may be listening: let this moment last forever.

a picnic date w/ doyoung

other nct 127 date moodboards:

a beach date w/ yuta

a “let’s do everything” date w/ jungwoo

a long distance movie date w/ taeyong

a rollerskating date w/ donghyuck

[fredheads]

WIP WEDNESDAY (special birthday edition)

i flopped hard and did not write a thing for @fredsythes birthday not a special fic and not even a chapter of my own debauchery that i was gonna pass off as a present real quick so in order to make it up here is an extra long wip wednesday for clown au ft. some real gay ass shit ❤️ 🧡 💛 💙 💜 💚🥰pls enjoy

Harry Clayton came jogging up to them then, no longer wearing the blue uniform of the Church School band. He had replaced his trombone in the Neibolt School music room, and had changed into blue jeans and a cream-coloured shirt. A canvas bag flapped against his shoulder. FP noted, almost unthinkingly, how pronounced the muscles in his legs and arms were. Harry was built more solidly than any of them, even Hal and Fred, who were the biggest and tallest, respectively. 

“Hey,” said Harry abruptly, his eyes sliding over Hiram and FP before landing on Fred. “I saw him,” Harry confided, lowering his voice. “The clown. As we were going up Main Street Hill I saw him passing out balloons to kids. 

“It was the same one you talked about. He had a silver suit with orange buttons. And orange hair. And he was smiling, but… there was something wrong about him. He was facing away when I saw him, but as soon as I recognized him he looked at me. And something about him… it scared me. And the paint on his mouth was dripping. It looked like blood.” 

“I told you!” Hiram suddenly shrieked. He threw his ice cream on the ground and covered his face with his hands. “I told you! It’s here!” 

‘Let’s go,” said Fred quickly. His mouth had hardened into a thin line, and his jaw was taut. He touched FP’s shoulder abruptly, and a warmth flared from the place where his fingers pressed. Fred steered them towards the road. “We should f-find the others. Have you g-got the s-s-slides, Harry?” 

“Yeah.” Harry patted his bag. “My dad’s got a lot of stuff about Riverdale. It goes back a long time.” 

“Why’s your dad care so much?” FP asked. His own ice cream had melted down to a stump of cone, and he threw it on the ground as they walked. 

“He thinks it’s interesting. He told me once it was because he wasn’t born here. It’s like he came in in the middle of a movie and-” 

“He w-wants to see the s-start,” Fred said, and Harry smiled at him. 

“Exactly.” 

They found Hal, Mary, and Alice together at the fence bordering the tilt-a-whirl. Mary had been marching with the Boy Scouts, and was wearing her neckerchief and neatly pressed uniform. Alice was eating a stick of spun pink cotton candy and laughing at something one of the others had said. FP gauged by the exhilarated and terrified look on Hal’s face that they might have spent the morning together. The bigger boy was blushing so badly that FP expected smoke to start spiraling out of his ears. 

“W-We’re g-going to my h-house,” Fred explained. “H-Harry’s going to s-show us the puh-pictures.” 

The smiles disappeared from their faces, replaced by the serious looks of small adults. They walked in a solemn pack through the crowded streets and away from the festival, pushing their bikes by the handlebars. Fred’s house stood vacant and quiet, though music and fanfare from downtown floated very faintly over the tops of the neighbourhood trees. A tattered row of pinwheels turned doggedly in his neighbour’s garden. Fred pulled up the garage door and began setting up the projector while the others pulled up boxes and stools to use as chairs. 

FP stared at a photo tacked above Artie Andrews’ workbench. It was a ragged snapshot of the Andrews family on vacation. Oscar was there, sandwiched between his mother and father with a hand in each of theirs. And Fred was standing at his father’s shoulder, his head leaning against Artie’s arm, beaming at the camera. He looked very young and very happy. 

FP had a fantasy sometimes of telling Mr. and Mrs. Andrews off for the way they treated Fred. In this fantasy he was usually over at the Andrews house, maybe eating dinner or sitting with Fred at the kitchen island. The air was thick and painful, and Fred was trying to talk to his parents, and they were ignoring him. FP could see the tears welling up in Fred’s eyes, and his jaw was clenched like he was trying his hardest to be brave, but he was hurting. FP saw him hurting and it made him lose his cool a bit. 

In this daydream he jumped up and laid into both of them, really blew up and gave them the business. Fred looked embarrassed, a little, but grateful too. He looked at FP with stars in his eyes, like no one had ever done something like that for him before. FP indulged himself in this vision the way he did his dreams of becoming a rock star or a stand up comic in his adult life - it had the same mythical, incandescent quality as those daydreams, though this particular one recurred with frightening severity. 

“You’d better start treating your son right,” he told Mr. and Mrs. Andrews. In this fantasy he also had a strong, gravelly tough-guy voice, like he smoked a pack of cigarettes a day. He was suave. He meant business. “Do you hear me? Oscar’s gone, but Fred’s not. Fred’s still here. And your son is the smartest, strongest person I’ve ever met, and you don’t even know it.” 

His arm would go around Fred, then, wrapping around his broad back and holding him tight. Fred’s parents looked shamed, but FP wasn’t done. No, they’d know when he was done. He was just getting started. “This whole time you’ve been ignoring him he’s been braver than you’ve ever been in your life,” FP told them, and his voice rang out across the dining room clear as a bell. 

Sometimes Artie started to give him some trouble, but FP stopped him cold every time. 

“Don’t make me hurt you,” he would say to Artie Andrews, cracking his knuckles. “I don’t wanna hurt you, but I swear to God, I will. If you make him cry again, I swear to God you’ll regret it.” (He savoured these particular words like spun sugar in his mouth, reciting them sometimes in the veil between dreaming and waking like an actor rehearsing for his opening scene.) 

Fred would pull on his sleeve, but FP wouldn’t be calmed. He was a loose cannon. “I’m not crying,” Fred would say sometimes, wiping his eyes and trying to be brave, and that would make FP hold him tighter. 

Artie always apologized. They both did. “Don’t say sorry to me, you say sorry to him,” FP would order, and Fred would turn to him with those wide, adoring eyes in which FP could see reflected all the stars in the universe, and a tear would tremble on the rim of his lower lashes. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” Fred would say when they were alone. He wouldn’t stutter either - FP would have fixed that one up too. 

“Sure I did, kid,” FP said. “You’re my best friend, aren’t you?” 

And Fred would smile at him, a smile that was brave and hopeful and then he would 

(NO! NO NO NO!) 

(yes yes he would KISS-)

kiss FP on the cheek, only here the dream would be so bright and wonderful that FP would come to in a start, would throw it off blushing with his tongue drier than sawdust and his stomach cramping madly, the dream and reality overlapping in lovely translucent strips so that flashes of it were still visible - Fred’s hand on his wrist, Fred’s hot dry lips on his cheek, and then he would leave it entirely with superhuman effort and go back to the start like rewinding a tape, sitting at the kitchen table, telling Fred’s parents that they’d better wise up. 

He got as far as telling Artie off the second time around when he looked up suddenly and realized he was the only one still standing in the middle of the garage. Mary was sitting on a folding chair to his right, asking him what the hell he was doing. FP dropped quickly onto a nearby crate and shook the dream out of his head. 

“Just thinking me thinks,” he said glibly, crossing one ankle on top of his knee and bouncing it, and Mary shook her head slightly and turned away. 

Fred pulled down the garage door, sealing out the light. In the moment before FP’s eyes adjusted to the pitch black, he had a horrible thought. Suppose something reached out of the dark and grabbed his neck, or a set of teeth fastened in his leg? Suppose the clown was behind them all now? Then the projector flashed on, illuminating a square of flat garage wall, and the breath came back to his body. 

“Some of these pictures go back hundreds of years, my dad said,” Harry explained. He was feeding slides into Artie Andrews’ projector, his broad shoulders silhouetted very handsomely in the blue light. “When you all were talking about the clown, I realized I’d seen something like it before. And after I saw it today, I’m sure I recognized him.” 

“You recognized him?” Alice asked, sounding horrified. 

“Look.” 

The slide clicked into place, throwing an outline of a photo on the garage wall. The projection was a scan of a black-and-white ink sketch, showing a clown entertaining a group of children. The children were smiling, but the clown was not. Its mouth drooped down in a sorrowful frown, its eyes gloomy black pits. There was an awful aura about the antique photo, as though the black and white lines radiated malice. 

PENNYWISE THE CLOWN read old-timey writing across the bottom. 

“What’s the date on this?” Hal asked. 

“My dad says this one is from the early seventeen hundreds. Back when Riverdale was just a beaver trapping camp.” 

This phenomenal news rocketed FP into action. “Still is! Am I right, boys?” FP shoved Hiram hard with his elbow and threw a hand up for a high five. Hiram looked at him blankly. Fred frowned. Mary shook her head at him until FP put his hand back down.

[hoseoksactualass]

Could we pls get a smutty IE!jk and oc drabble?

hello and YES

this is also @taespired‘s idea she be my queen since we were 16 we want the same things we dream the same dreams alright take it away zayn

where jk is in a (boring) meeting, and a homebound oc sends him v important photos during 

Jungkook has a habit of drawing T-minus doodles on torpid meetings like this. For now, he does it with a phony smile on his face and makes it look like he actually cares. The interns’ eyes are glazed. More because he looks just as young as them and dashingly handsome than how overbearingly loud the internship coordinator is being right now. 

This was supposed to be over five minutes ago. He’s in the middle of drawing cat ears when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He makes it look calculated—the way he perks his head up, draws eye contact with an intern who couldn’t take her spec’d eyes off him, and purses his lips slightly. 

Secretary sent a message:

If you need me, I can still be over.

Sent 10:19 a.m.

He doesn’t stop the way the first thing he thinks of is what you might be wearing. The coordinator makes a joke everyone fake chuckles to. 

And like everything else, you will not have his head for it. You know he thinks of you at wee hours like this, and you take advantage of it, already hiking your booty shorts up your ass like you know how it’ll feel when he does it. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

if you call in sick you call in sick. dw about it 

Sent 10:20 a.m.

You can hear his voice through the message, and it’s instantly something you smirk to.  

Meanwhile, Jungkook already has a mental chant about you being the perfect distraction playing like a ruined record in his head. He nods at something that went in one ear and exited the other, humming in false agreement. He lowers his phone’s brightness simultaneously. 

Secretary sent a message:

Do the interns have life in their eyes?

Sent 10:21 a.m. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

an amusing amount i feel sick 

Sent 10:21 a.m.

You chuckle to it, roll on your back, but before your thumbs type away, the pending screen dings again. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

show me what you’re wearing 

Sent 10:22 a.m.

Then you’re off your shorts like you knew nothing of them, praying to lighting and an old thong to give you something you can nod to. For now, it’s a dim snap of your stomach down, shirt lazily tossed over the skin before a perceiver’s gaze will catch the strap of your thong hugging tight atop the curve of your hip. Not Pinterest-esque, but it’s honest work; it’s like you instantly know what Jungkook sounds like groaning to the sight. 

He smiles at the coordinator before dropping his gaze to his phone again, tucked under his table and the weight of the company, but now he couldn’t care less. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

woa shit im never used to it 

sexy

m

Sent 10:24 a.m.

The reminder to relax your body now that a camera isn’t pointing you doesn’t cross your mind. 

Secretary sent a message:

m?

Sent 10:24 a.m.

Jungkook finds himself giving advice he’s given millions of interns before, and it’s to keep a peeled eye. This goes for his board. His peers. It’s the emergency CEO talk he pulls out of his ass, but he knows everyone fawns over it, lowering his voice like he’s building an intimate rapport with the listeners. He’s still thinking about your skin. Keeps it brief, ends his attractive ment with something the coordinator can pick up on. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

that was my futile attempt to ask for more while i got called for advice 

be back later, i look suspicious 

Sent 10:26 a.m.

And it’s childish, but you always have a craving to divert his attention towards you. That’s the thrill, the sparkles in champagne, and when you down it and still walk in a straight line, you’re prideful. You’re an ace. And if you can juggle work and posing in front of a mirror with your teeth biting your shirt up, so be it. He’ll receive it and do something about it. That, you know. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

you

you minx

pls

save that for later

not noww

Sent 10:28 a.m.

You smile at it. It only makes you take a photo with your leg propped up your desk and your free hand teasing your inner thigh, enough so he’ll see more of your curves and lines despite the dim lighting that makes you look short on hemoglobin. 

He receives it with a bite to his lip, an itch to his loins. He tugs at his dress shirt lest he wants his interns eyeing at his nipples. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

_____ behave 

are you gonna listen or not

Sent 10:30 a.m.

You can hear him say it, let yourself feel his baritone ring at the seemings of your inner thighs. Then you take another photo, playful with your shirt draped all over your body enough that he has to make out your parts through the translucence of it, panties dangling by a teasing pointer. You don’t put text. Leave him with that raw photo, a prelude to complete nudity you’re sure he’ll hint at asking for.

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

gonna regret acting like that when i get to you baby 

if you wont let me sit through this meeting without a fucking hard on you have something coming to you 

Sent 10:32 a.m.

In his challenged unease, all he receives is a video this time. He flicks his phone’s ringer silent, and it vibrates in his palms. He clicks on it, 5 seconds of shit quality and you placing an arm over your splayed tits, shifting in bed as you had just propped yourself there. 

It’s trial for Jungkook not to make a growl at the back of his throat. But he’ll never stop to admit he fucking loves it. While an innocent intern is all eyes for him, he only has his for a secretary with a kink for hanging how hot she is over her boss’s head and making him eat it. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

later baby

pls

wait it out for me

Sent 10:34 a.m.

And he’s sure you won’t obey. He stares until you reply. 

Secretary sent a message:

Can’t.

Sent 10:34 a.m.

Within the span of time you know he waits for what you have in store, you fish for a box under your bed, grabbing the familiar texture you know too well of your bullet vibrator. Hot pink and all sorts of taunting when you send a clip of you ghosting the toy over your thighs and across. 

Jungkook waits a second before clicking on it, a breath held taught in his chest. 

He replays the video directly, eyes on for that second he gets a good look at your pussy. Replays it again with his thumb adjusting the player position so he could slow it himself. It’s his dick or his soul that jumps in his pants. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

fuck

Sent 10:35 a.m.

He’s typing, but you send a message before he can even proceed. 

Secretary sent a message:

If you’re hard, show me. 

Sent 10:35 a.m.

What you receive is a video. Rowdy with the intern coordinator’s voice and the rustle of the audio. His phone stills, and you see the strain of his thighs under navy blue dress pants, ascending enough so you see a prominent shadow bulging at his crotch. He has the audacity to squeeze at it, too, watch blinding at the sight. Your breath hitches. 

It’s nearly involuntary—how you press the vib harder, making your nerves frolic before you allow it to hover lightly over your skin again

Jungkook still has a gnawing fright for adjourning meetings he’s invited to sit through, so he sighs through the agony and makes sure no one hears. Thinking about what you must be doing to yourself. What you’re thinking. 

You have a lousy grip on your phone, a stupid front cam angle to show what you’re doing from the neck down. You huff a heavy breath and kick your hips like it’s script. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

fuckkkkkkk

i have to leave here

Sent 10:37 a.m.

You’re quick to play, corner him. 

Secretary sent a message:

If you don’t stay put, I’m not sending any more. 

Sent 10:37 a.m.

It’s like he hears your voice against his neck, telling him to sit his ass down and live with the shear in his Brionis. 

If Jungkook was the type of guy who would bust a nut over just about anything as much as Victorian men sexualized ankles, he’d lie to you and crawl to the bathroom of his office just to jerk it off. But he isn’t like that. Not close. He likes the tease, the tickle in his guts, the sound of your voice he conjures in his head with every text. 

Before he can get himself together, sit in a way his dick doesn’t poke at his zipper, his phone vibrates again. Another short clip. Back cam, sheets like a painting under your body, you rolling your hips against the toy. God, he wants to hear you; he feels his ears go red. 

Secretary sent a message:

Proof

You’re still in the meeting.,

Sent 10:39 a.m.

You get a selfie. It’s not proof, but he looks serious. And he looks hot. Exactly how you want him to look. Hair swept over crimson ears. Faking unfazed eyes. Then a video pops in. Same angle, but his eyes are directed somewhere in the room, scanning, reading, pretending to listen. Then a message. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

am i good at pretending i dont wanna fuck you so bad 

Sent 10:40 a.m.

You hum to that like a toast to the soft hum of the vibrator against you. You shut your eyes for a bit, sigh to the feeling boiling in your loins before your toes start to feel tickly and you’re kicking. 

Secretary sent a message:

So good, 

Sent 10:41 a.m.

You send a video too long. Front cam again this time. A stretch of you squirming and being unable to stay still, camera panning up for a few seconds to taunt him with the moans he won’t be able to hear, down again and showing how your hand ever so languidly motions the toy against where you’re pulsating for it. Your limbs are sweating, and it’s hotter where the sheets meet it. 

When Jungkook watches it, he presses down on his dick a bit, more unbothered than he could be about the fact probably everyone in the room has figured out his attention span is stretching nowhere towards them. He replays the part he sees your tits move with the heaving of your chest. Replays it again before replaying the part he sees how evidently wet you are. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

fuck holy shit

god

how good does that feel

describe it

Sent 10:42 a.m.

Secretary sent a message:

Feels

So tingly

Sent 10:42 a.m.

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

god yes

stay with me 

tell me more

show more

Sent 10:42 a.m.

There’s a vivid visual in your head, of his tight fist around his cock, too listless to take off his watch, a mess. Biting the hem of his dress shirt up lest he wants cum all over it, biting to keep quiet and another tight fist around his phone, flashing a playlist of all the media you’re sending in at this blessed hour. Your insides jump, tumble, then the sparkle on the surface of your skin follows. You make sure to film this bit, show him how your head’s restless, shaking from one side to another as if pushing an orgasm away. Then a separate clip for where he craves you. Your hips rolling against the toy, coaxing. 

Jungkook tries to look for a sign this meeting’s fucking ending in the coordinator’s eyes but to no avail. He replays the shit out of that second clip, wondering how wet that’d feel against him. His dick aches. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

so wet 

do you enjoy this

making me harder than anyone could ever

in the middle of a meeting

Sent 10:44 a.m.

He knows what he’s doing, feeding your kinks like that, making your eyes roll into your head. You want to lose yourself in it, but it’s never as much as how much you want to stretch out the anguish of being nothing but witness to your bliss for him. 

Secretary sent a message:

Want to cum. 

Sent 10:46 a.m.

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

do it

show me

gonna stroke my cock to it later

Sent 10:46 a.m.

At this point, he’s not even looking up, in heated anticipation for that One Thing he knows is coming. He feels himself throbbing, wishes he could make you feel it, but for now, he’ll let you bathe in it. 

2 minutes and nothing, leaving him with a clean slate and your previous ministrations to imagine what your body looks like. How you sound. How you roll your hips, cry his name or something along the lines of Sir and throw his last name in, how you veer the vib away from your cunt unless you want your body spasming into nothing. Laboured breathing. A smile. 

He gets the video, obsesses over it until the interns are rustling into a stand, ready to mark their thanks and congratulations before he could even take his eyes off you. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

motherfuck _____

fuckmeetings over 

brb

Sent 10:48 a.m.

Along with the boring connotation of a brb, you get two clips ten minutes succeeding your orgasm. First video is a lazy front cam, exactly how you pictured, bringing the hem of his shirt to his teeth, hair falling over his eyes, all the other lights but one switched off. The screen flips, and he’s undoing his belt, a palpable bulge where you know it is. 

The second video is unstable; his belt almost rattling to how hard he pumps himself, and you hear him straining. Then it’s cum and tattered breaths. 

You have a second orgasm that morning. 

[meat-husband]

You know you gotta elaborate on that dick pic hc right like pls don’t tease me like that 🅱️ls

Well, since you said 🅱️ls...

Nothing too graphic, so no cut, but there’s still dicks going on lol

You felt like a piece of shit.

Your best friend, a kind, amazing girl you had known since you were a child, had done a lot for you over the years. She was only concerned, you knew, and you couldn’t blame her, but she had gone through a lot of trouble for you and you couldn’t even appreciate her efforts fully.

Standing awkwardly in the corner of the crowded room, you fiddled with the hem of the skirt you wore, tugging it down self consciously. It wasn’t all that short, really, but it felt like it. A Halloween party was the last place you wanted to be right now, let alone in a cheap, plasticy outfit hilariously labeled ‘sexy psycho’. It was a poor excuse for a costume, an uncomfortably tight skirt and half sized button up in bright orange, complete with fake bloodstains and a little rubber knife. You had dropped the knife almost immediately upon entering the party, but now you held your phone in one hand and a watered down drink in the other, texting rapidly with half an eye on the screen.

You didn’t want to be here, but you did want to be a good friend, for all that was worth, and she had insisted on your attendance, paying for your ticket herself, getting you into an exclusive party and not taking no for an answer. This whole event was agreed to under the pretense of ‘spending time together’, but it quickly became apparent that your friend was more concerned with who else you were spending your time with.

“Hey, he’s cute,” she yelled over the music, poking you in the ribs to draw your attention away from your phone. “Go talk to him, he’s looking at you.”

“Who?” You ask, still firing off a message as quickly as you can while typing with only your thumb.

“The guy in the big, feathery hat thing. Look, right there.”

“Uh-huh, gimme a second.”

“Who are you texting?” She sounded a little pissed, which wasn’t unreasonable considering the price she had paid to get your unsocial ass in here. She leans over your shoulder, trying to get a look at your screen, so you quickly turn it off, tucking it down the front of your ridiculously orange top.

“No one,” you say with a strained smile. “Now what hat did you want me to see?”

She frowns at you, eyeing the place where you hid your phone suspiciously. “You’re acting weird. You said you aren’t dating anyone, I thought you’d appreciate a night out. I mean, it’s been a while.” She gives you another rough nudge and a wink and you laugh nervously in response.

There wasn’t a good way to tell someone who cared about you that you had pretty much moved a serial killer into your apartment and weren’t really on the market anymore. That kind of thing tends to create worry and questions, neither of which you need anymore of.

Your phone buzzes loudly from beneath your shirt and she watches you for a moment, daring you with a glare to respond. You fidget in place, wanting to reach for it but you can’t have her seeing what’s on the screen either. You already know what the message contains, and that would probably be just as hard to explain as anything else she’s wondering about you right now.

“Alright, I’m going to get another drink and check in to see if that shitty emo band is through yet, then you’re going to enjoy this damn party if I have to make you. Get all that texting shit out of your system while I’m gone.”

You wait until you see her disappear into the crowd before finally digging your phone out of your bra, unlocking the screen to open your messages.

Yep, just like you thought.

Fuck off or that shits going on the internet, you type, message popping up under a horribly composed dick pic. Obviously he was taking these one handed, but that was no excuse for poor quality. Two more blurry pictures pop up before you can type anything else and you roll your eyes. You regretted making the joke that had started this trend of his, knowing you brought it on yourself by introducing him to it.

It’s Halloween shouldn’t you be off murdering ppl or something

You tuck your phone away again after that, taking a few sips from your drink and trying to stop a grin from spreading over your face when it buzzed rapidly with multiple new messages. It was really hilarious how easy it was to get under his skin sometimes. There were quite a few awful costumes imitating the dreaded ‘Shape’ walking around the party, and you had been quick to snap a photo of the worst one you could find.

Found a new boyfriend lol, was all you had said, along with the snap of the person wearing the misshapen mask. It was amazingly low quality, all cheap rubber and crazy, unstyled hair that was entirely the wrong color, but apparently it was still enough to set him off.

You see no sign of your friend returning yet, so you sneak another look at your phone when you realize it’s been a few minutes since the last one. Half a dozen more pictures, each looking more and more frantic and desperate, greet you once you click on your messages, but it’s the most recent one that catches your eye.

“Oh great,” you mutter under your breath, finger hovering over the screen. “He’s figured out how to take videos.”

Glancing around you can see that you’re nice and alone in your corner, but you bite your lip nervously. You can’t say you don’t want to see the video, because you can feel your stomach clenching at the thought of it, but it’s one thing to sneak peeks at pictures and another to play a video. You wait a bit, but decide that you can’t just not watch it. Another look around confirms you’re as alone as you can be with this many people in a room, so you hurry to slide down the volume, just in case, and press play.

You were right when you guessed the previous pictures looked desperate, watching him buck hurriedly into the tight grip of his hand, cock swollen and pink. His movements quickly turn jerky and rough, and you desperately want to inch up the volume to see if you can hear any groans or hisses as cum spills over his fingers. The video is only a few seconds long, just enough to make you frustrated when it ends, and you huff to yourself. This was supposed to be annoying for him, not you.

“Woah, who’s dick is that?” You turn with a scream, drowned out by the music, nearly dropping your phone.

“No wonder you were so interested in your phone, you freak.” Her tone is teasing and friendly, almost congratulatory, a big grin on her face, but you feel your face turn hot and red under her gaze.

“You weren’t supposed to see that!”

“Well, no duh, or they’d be sending that shit to me. Feel free to pass that dude my number, though.”

You don’t think you can be any more embarrassed, but your wish is granted almost immediately when your phone dings again. You lock eyes with your friend, seeing her grin widen, and you go to put your phone away before she can ask.

“Aw, c’mon, let’s see how the movie ends,” she laughs, tugging at the sleeve of your shirt playfully. “I gotta know what happens!”

“You’re so embarrassing!” You complain, pulling away.

“No, really, I wanna see round two!”

“Oh my god! You’re shameless!”

“Hey, I ain’t the one getting hit up with homemade porn here!”

Your phone buzzes again, drawing another laugh from your friend, who seems to be genuinely delighted by how embarrassed you are.

“Go on and look, I ain’t judging you. Tell him to knock it off though, I paid good money for your ticket so you’re getting drunk tonight if nothing else!”

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You murmur, slinking off with your friend giving you a knowing grin and wink as you rush towards the nearest door.

It’s not a bathroom, just the entrance to a small hallway meant for staff members, but you’ll take what you can get right now. You sit your unfinished drink on the floor, sure that your weak nerves don’t need anymore alcohol after that. Your face is uncomfortably hot and you can feel sweat running down your back as you lean against the wall, grasping your phone in one hand but not yet looking at the screen.

Okay, things were a little out of hand here, and now you had to explain away the person sending you graphic videos and dick pics to your best friend, but it was salvageable. You could fix it! Getting naughty texts from someone doesn’t mean you’re expected to introduce them to your family or anything, you can play it off as a one time thing. No one needs to know about the serial killer in your apartment.

With a few calming breaths you finally open your phone. You feel better now, realizing how insignificant the slip up was, but that comes crashing down as you see the three new photos you’ve been sent, each one a blurry and poorly lit shot of you from just moments before, taken from a distance and slowly moving closer. Well, okay, this was honestly something you should have seen coming considering the fact that he’s snuck up on you like this before, but never somewhere so crowded or public.

And what if he killed someone? It was Halloween after all, and that was his whole thing, and while you were a little less concerned for random club goers, your best friend was out there, not knowing any of this. You went back into the packed club in a rush, swinging open the door and running straight into a solid chest.

“Oh, hi.”

Michael looks down at you from behind the mask and you just know you look flustered and guilty. You glance around nervously, concerned that he might draw attention, but he isn’t very out of place at a costume party, much less one where there are multiple other ‘Michaels’ running around.

“So, uh, just so you know, the whole murdering thing is off limits right now,” you hiss, grabbing a handful of his sleeve and pulling him behind you, heading away from where you had last seen your friend. “Nothing personal, but I just can’t have that shit happening right now.”

You find a secluded spot by the actual entrance to the bathrooms, ushering him into the bit of cover provided by a merchandise stand that had yet to be filled out.

“What are you doing in here?” You whisper, far enough away from the music that it won’t cover your voice. “Those tickets are pricey, how did you get in?”

He looks down and you follow his gaze to the very real and very bloody knife in his hands. You yelp, grabbing his wrist and pulling it between the two of you to hide the weapon.

“You can’t have that in here! And no more stabbing,” you stop, and reconsider your words. “Or anything else fatal.” You amend, giving him a firm glare that you’re sure won’t stop him at all if that’s what he wants to do.

“Yo, am I interrupting you guys? Cause I kinda hope I am!”

You look around Michael with wide eyes to see your friend standing there, a big smirk on her face and a drink in each hand. You realize with a pang of horror how things must look from her view point, a big man standing over you in a dark corner, your hands hidden between your bodies-

“No, you’re not interrupting!” You nearly scream the words in your panic, wrenching the knife from Michael’s hand and dropping it carefully behind the merch table. He lets you take the weapon, turning as you do to face your friend, who’s smile widens at the sight of his ‘costume’.

“Holy shit, great get up dude, that’s the best mask I’ve seen all night!” She looks him up and down, presumably to take in the rest of his attire, but you know her well enough to realize she’s probably gearing up a flirty one liner. “So, you two know each other then?”

You’re a little thrown off, not sure what excuse you can come up with on the spot for her question, but Michael beats you to it.

“Boyfriend.” He rasps, and you’re not sure whether his voice or his answer throws you off more. You look at him in awe, mouth open in surprise. Your friend looks stunned as well, but for a different reason.

“Ohh, really,” She says, giving you a sly look. “So is he…?”

She makes a crude pumping motion with her hand and you’re absolutely sure that if it was possible to die of embarrassment that this would be the finishing blow. Michael watches her hand, and when she looks to you both for confirmation he gives her a slow nod. She cackles loudly, clapping her hands together in glee.

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone?! He’s hilarious, too!” She passes one of her drinks to you to free up a hand, waving it around in her excitement. “Where have you been hiding him, girl? What’s your name?”

The last one is directed at Michael, and you give him a moment to see if he’ll speak again, but apparently that was a one time deal because he remains silent. You speak up before the silence turns awkward, an evil little smile on your face.

Grabbing his wrist with your hand, you lean against his arm and answer, “His name’s Audrey.”

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ooooh 35 pls for the thread starter kink thing 😳😆

Absolutely! This one got away from me!! Thanks for the ask @sinditia

Title: Bathroom Floor

Ship: Starker

Rating: E

Contains: d/s notes, choking, public sex, toys, dirty talk

Words: 970

Summary: "I don't know why we couldn't have got to your car, Tony. Like, we already paid, we finished eating..." "Because, Peter, I couldn't wait that long. I have wanted to ruin you all day since we got here and now I can."

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        "I don't know why we couldn't have got to your car, Tony. Like, we already paid, we finished eating..."

        "Because, Peter, I couldn't wait that long. I have wanted to ruin you all day since we got here and now I can." The older growls and pushes Peter against the wall, kissing him messily.

        "Anyone can see us..." Peter tries, "I don't wanna get caught, I come here too often for us to get caught. They might never let us back in."

        "And if they don't? We'll find a new place. And I'll fuck you in the bathroom of that place too." Peter gasps in reply to the man kissing down his neck.

Despite Peter's protest they end up on the floor, Peter on his hands and knees and gasping for Tony. "Is this okay?"

        "Fuck, yes!!!" He gasps, glitter on his cheeks sparkling under the shitty lighting in the bathroom of the upscale restaurant. Tony pulls his velvet red shorts down, taking his lacey undergarments with them, and pushes his shirt up his back. He glances back at the door, making sure that it is just as locked as he left it.

        “That’s good. Now spread your cheeks for me.” Tony growls, leaning back and unbuttoning his suit pants. Peter gasps as he follows directions, revealing the red and gold plug sitting perfectly in his ass. "Shit, baby, it looks just as good as when I put it there this morning. Are you still as loose and full of my cum as you were earlier?"

        "Yes, sir."

        "Let's add more, shall we?" Tony smirks, pulling the plug out before Peter can even cry out. He revels in the absolute mewl the younger finally chokes out, as he pulls a packet of lube out of his suit pocket. Tearing the corner open and spreading it over his cock. He smirks at Peter, catching the boy's eye as he looks back, sucking his lip at the sight of his boyfriend stroking his cock to full hardness. He drops his hands from behind him, pushing his face off the ground.

        "Did I tell you to move your hands, baby?"

        "I didn't want my face on the ground."

        "That's fair." Tony raises up, laying his body over Peter's back, his hand intertwining with the boy's as he slides in the tip. "Fuck how are you still loose from earlier?"

        "I don't, fuck, I don't know Tones. Just am." He whimpers, pushing back and taking more of the older. "Fuck, I need more."

        "More?" Tony growls and kisses the boy's neck. "I should make you wait. I should pull out and make you lay on the floor presenting all night. I could unlock the door and let everyone else come in and see you. Or, I could take a photo and make it my phone background, everyone will see it and wonder who that pretty boy is. And you know what I'll say?" Tony pauses his hips, "Can you guess baby?"

        "M-mm... mm-mm." He shakes his head, a soft moan passing his lips.

        "No? Well, sweetheart, I would look at them and say, oh. That's mine." Tony growls, pushing in the rest of the way as he finishes the statement. Peter mewls meeting the man's thrusts halfway, punctuating each of Tony's statements with a mew. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be a showboy for my associates? Your pretty ass on display for the whole world?"

        "Fuck, T..."

        "Are you seriously close already? Pathetic little baby. Spreading yourself out for your Sir and that's all it takes? Is that all I am to you? A cock and mouth? Need me to keep you on edge?"

        "Yes! Fuck!" He gasps, whining when Tony gives a particularly hard thrust, pushing against Peter's prostate repeatedly.

        "God, if you're gonna cum you have to do it now, baby. I don't think we have much longer in here." As if on cue, the door rattles.

        "Fuck." He whispers, listening for them to walk away.

        "You like the idea of them catching you, don't you?" Tony asks, he presses in again, licking and biting at the boy's neck. "Come on baby, I know you're close." Peter whimpers, head falling back to Tony's shoulder. "Come on baby boy, I know you want to be caught, but I can't fuck you like this in prison. Come on, Peter. He removes a hand from Peter's side, reaching up onto the boy's neck, squeezing slightly. "C'mon. You're so close I can feel it. C'mon. Cum. Now. Peter, cum for your sir." Tony feels when Peter releases, the warmth surrounding his cock tightens as he presses kisses to Peter's back and nape. "Fuck, that's a good boy. Good boy, baby." Tony coos, pulling Peter against him, not pulling out quite yet. "We need to go. That person will undoubtedly be back with keys."

        Peter whines, sitting up on his knees and sliding off of Tony's dick and opening his hand. "Can I have the plug back?"

        "Want me to put it in?"

        "I'm alright." Tony reaches into his pocket and pulls the plug out, dropping it in the boy's hand. "Thank you."

        Peter slips the plug inside, watching the older tuck himself back into his pants. "You didn't get to finish?"

        "I'm alright, sweetheart. Our plan got interrupted. Ready to go?" Peter nods, standing on shaky legs and fixing his clothes. "Do I need to carry you out?"

        "No." Peter laughs, "That's a step too far I think."

        "Alright, well I will definitely have to carry you to bed later when I'm done with you," Tony kisses the boy's cheek, fixing his shirt.

        "Is that a promise?"

        "You know it is." He smirks as they walk out, the dress of the waitress glaring at them is a close match to the blush on Peter's cheeks.