#but yeah!! when people praise you but it doesn't touch you and you're just fuckin sad and miserable!! yeah!! fuck yeah skeleton man!!

[hood-ex]

No you don't understand. Jack Skellington wrapped his bony hands around my heart with these parts of his lament:

Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King Have grown so tired of the same old thing

~.~

Oh, there's an empty place in my bones That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise come year after year Does nothing for these empty tears

#IT'S THE WAY HE SAYS IT #so much passion for ''and i jack!! the pumpkin king!!'' and then the weariness of ''have grown so tired of the same old thing'' #GENIUS. RELATABLE AF. #and then he starts sounding really upset when he sings ''the fame and praise come year after year. does nothing for these empty tears'' #and again relatable!! like without relating it to a desire for a change/something new (though that is also relatable!) #but yeah!! when people praise you but it doesn't touch you and you're just fuckin sad and miserable!! yeah!! fuck yeah skeleton man!! #Jack Skellington #Jack's Lament

[lxnarphase]

want me to give you another one? ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

☾₊‧⁺...ft : gojo satoru + geto suguru + fushiguro toji + ryomen sukuna

☾₊‧⁺...cw : breeding kink, praise kink, spit kink, reader gets called 'mommy', dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, satoru goes insane from pussy, suguru wants a girl this time, toji being in love with his wife, sukuna doesn't like when people insult his soon-to-be-wife, sukuna is dating single mom!reader

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : i really wanted to do the 'our baby is so cute, i want another one' 'yeah? you want me to give you another baby?' trope so here we are ❤︎ i couldn't think if i wanted to do others but if you'd like more please let me know ! ❤︎ also, the toji one ? is actually a sneak peek of a longer fic i'm working on ehehe

✧ g. satoru : it starts off with you nuzzling in satoru's arms as he watches tv. satoru notices that you began to get clingier after you put your baby girl to bed. every night, you would press against him as if you wanted to merge with him and he couldn't help but tease you about it. so when he feels you nipping his neck and your hand running under his shirt? when he hears you oh-so sweetly whisper, "don't you want to give me another baby, satoru?" into his ear? he's eagerly nodding, ready to do whatever the mother of his first baby wants. but instead of letting him on top...you climb over him and that look in your eye tells him everything he needs to know : he's fucked.

"baby, baby, baby, please," satoru whines, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. he feels like he has no control of his hips, he's so sensitive, but he can't stop fucking up into you. not when you're like this, practically buzzing with need and crazed energy. "c'mon, s'toruuuu," you purr, hands splayed out on his chest. "cum f' me again? please, honey, you only came once, 's not enough." the room is hot, both of you covered in a sheen of sweat. how long have you both been going? he didn't remember, he lost count of how many times his hips desperately pressed up, shooting his hot load into your wet, needy pussy. but you just wouldn't stop. not that he minded, but fuck, you were making him so brainless. he can feel his thick cum gushing out of you each time you lift your hips, dripping down his cock and balls, onto the mattress. "h-hah, it's so fucking messy," he groans, unable to stop himself from cumming again. "f-fuck me, baby, t-there's so much cum, y'r pussy is so fuckin' sloppy." you just won't stop milking him, your soft and wet walls massaging him as you moan just from the feeling of being filled up again. god, you were making him insane, what got into you— his eyes snapped up to you when he felt the wet drop of one of your tears on his chest. those pretty lashes of yours were getting wet with tears as he felt your thighs starting to shake, a weak moan leaving you. "c-can't," comes a pathetic sob, your hips desperately grinding down on his cock, moaning when you feel it throb. "c-can't stop, 'toru, 's not enough, i need it, n-need it so bad!" when you finally look at him and make eye contact, he feels like he's been shocked because you look a mess... "give me another baby, 'toru, i want another one, gimme another one, please—!" with no hesitation, his feet are planted into the mattress and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he pounds into your dripping cunt, feeling himself cum just from the wail you let out into his ear. but he doesn't stop, he can't stop, not when his wife, his honey, his baby needs him to knock her up again so badly. "'m gonna give you whatever you want," he pants, his skin feeling like he was touching a live wire. "give it t'you 'til 'm empty, baby, gonna fuck you good, make sure it sticks, just like you, f-fuck, like y'want, yeah?" he feels you nod frantically against him, unable to speak from the way his cock drilled up into your pussy, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. "y-yeah, you want that, you fuckin' want that, s-s'just take it, baby, let me give you another fuckin' baby."

✧ g. suguru : your son had just turned one so you and suguru let his nieces, nanako and mimiko, come over to have a little celebration. seeing the way you cared for the twins and your baby boy the entire day made him think. his son was still a baby and had a lot of growing, but he knew the kid would look just like him with a few of your features. he's always wanted a girl, and helping his sister take care of the twins as they grew up only made the desire stronger. the two of you mentioned having another baby at some point, but the rest of the week, all he could think about was trying to get you pregnant again, maybe give you a girl this time...who knows, maybe he could fuck you so good you'd have twins.

"aww...i know, i know," suguru coos, his hand pressing into your tummy. that condescending smile on his face just makes you melt under him. he's slow and methodical with how he fucks you, like he wants you to remember every vein of his cock, how it curves up just perfectly that it nudges that spot where his hand is pressing down and makes you keen. his smile morphs into a knowing smirk, his free hand rubbing your thigh. "you're such a pretty mommy, princess. do you know that?" suguru's so sweet, he's so soft, he's treating you like your the most fragile thing on the planet. he sooo slowly grinds himself into you, his hand giving another little push down on your tummy. he's so sweet to you, such a loving husband... but you know. you can see it in his eyes, the hunger and deviance swirling around in those purple irises. he's getting you soft and pliant, melting into the bed as he praises you where he knows your weak. "taking such good care of my baby, aren't you? ," he praises. his hand is so warm as he starts to rub up and down your stomach. "such a shame the geto genes are so strong in the men. however." your breath hitches when he pulls all the way out before shoving his cock all the way in down to the base. you can't help the soft moan of his name, watching him lean down closer so that he's right over you. "the girls in my family always look like their mommy. what do you think, pretty girl? d'you wanna try? want to see if i can give you a girl?" as soon as you nod, suguru fully leans over you, using his arms to hold himself over you and he really starts to fuck you. he's merciless, managing to keep that stupid fucking smile on his face as his balls slap against your ass. "she'll be so pretty, just like her mommy, so so so fucking pretty," he coos as if he isn't making tears drip down your face. he loves seeing his baby like this, so sweet and pretty for him. "okay, angel. 'm gonna give you another one, gonna flood this cunt alllll dayyy longgg."

✧ f. toji : toji never thought he’d get off on the idea of having another kid with you. yet here he is, dick hard in his sweatpants as he thinks about you carrying his baby again...how you'd start to fill out all over again, that cute chubbiness coming back, how he'd have an excuse to dote on you whenever you complained about the simplest of things. but god, did he find it attractive just seeing you be a mom to the kid he gave you. so when megumi tells you both what he wants for his birthday...“i want a baby sister,” he states bluntly. “but, i don’t want her to look like daddy. he’s ugly, i want her to look like mommy.” little brat. toji doesn't hesitate to let megumi have a sleepover with yuuji the next day, dragging you into the bedroom as soon as he gets back home.

“you want to give the kid a sibling, hm," he hums against your mouth, teeth tugging on your lower lip. you feel how hot the tip of his cock is as he rubs circles into your clit with it, smearing his precum all over you. "wanna have another kid with big, bad toji? tsk, poor cunt missed gettin' stuffed full of cum?"  you just hummed, a little breathless. your hand came up to cup his cheek, looking from his lips back up to his eyes. “mm, honey, you've gotta stop asking questions you know the answer to,” you cooed, guiding him down closer so you could press a kiss against the scar on his lip. “don’t you want me to make you a daddy again, toji? c'mon, knock me up, big guy.” after those words left your pretty little mouth, toji let out a laugh of disbelief, his mind instantly realizing that you, being a little minx, were 100% going to give him the worst breeding kink ever. he was going to give you what you wanted, what you both wanted. he was going to fuck you, fill you up with all his cum, and whatever leaked out? he’d make sure to push it back in, whether with his fingers, mouth, or tip of his dick.  toji easily flips you over onto all fours and lines himself up with your slit. when he finally pushes into you, he just lets out the most wrecked groan you’ve heard from him yet. god, just the thought of fucking you not just to feel good, but to fill you up, get you to take his seed deep inside to give him another kid? it messed with his head. you were almost too good to be true. each thrust he gave had you seeing stars, the thickness of his cock hitting every deep part of you. it was almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop, especially not when toji started running his mouth. “shit, look at you, baby…takin’ it like a champ. c'mon, throw that ass back on me, mama, thaaaat’s it, good girl.” the sweet moans and adorable words of “gimme more,” “baby, please,” or “s’ too good, toj,’” only pushed him to get even deeper, to get you to cum so he could stuff you full. he coos when he sees you beginning to jolt up further on the bed, away from his relentless fucking. that's he knows that he found that sweet spot that would have you creaming in minutes. "tsk, you just never fuckin' learn, huh? 's always gonna be too much for you, isn't it," he huffs as his hand finds its way into your hair, tugging your head back to keep you from moving more. “hey. hey, nonono, don’t run away from it, lemme have it. you wanted this, you wanted your precious husband to fuck another baby into you, t'give 'gumi a little sister, s’ i’m gonna give it to you.”

✧ r. sukuna : it honestly is his fault this happened, he's being snappy with one of the parents at the birthday party of your son's friend. sukuna knew better, he should've just ignored the bitch, but the comments she's making gets under his skin. "she hasn't given you kids of your own yet? that's too bad, i would've let you do that as soon as you proposed," she tries to flirt, batting her lashes at him. it just makes him sick. did this fucker not see the way sukuna looks at you? "oh, you probably don't know if she's the one you want to mother your kids, right," the woman next to him says, putting her fucking hand on his arm and he shoots her the meanest glare. "not everyone is mother material, but i-" "hey, we're leaving," he interrupts when you walk up to him, slapping the woman's hand off him as he gently wraps his arm around your waist. "i texted yuuji, that's why he's watching our kid for the rest of the day. c'mon."

sukuna is devouring you, his mouth unforgiving as he runs his tongue up and down your pussy. he's pissed, the way his tongue laps angrily at your folds as if your pussy is the reason he's upset. "fuckin' bitch," he snarls, spitting onto your clit before sucking on it. "thinks she can talk to my wife like that." you shakily gasp when he finally, finally looks at you, the sharp anger in his eyes making you shiver. you can tell he's not upset at you, but seeing him so riled up and knowing that he's using you to get it out of his system does something to you. "you know your mine right? that you're stuck with me 'til the day we die," he asks you, his thumb replacing his mouth as he rubs firm circles into your clit. "i'm your husband. you're my wife. you are fucking mine." he's about to say something else, but he stops, letting out a heavy sigh, subtly shaking his head. you catch it though, you always do. "suku, what's wrong," you shakily ask. "y-you can...can tell me, baby, what's wrong? did something ha-" "let me get you pregnant," he says, his voice low but desperate. he's moved from between your legs to over you, and you can see he's so hard, the tip of his cock an angry reddish-purple. "don't you want to give our son a sibling?" your eyes widen, not expecting him to ask that. having a kid with him...honestly didn't sound that bad. and the way he called your son 'our'...it makes your heart flutter, and you can't help but give him a sweet smile and nod. "okay, 'kuna, we can start trying if you are sure. i'm still on birth control, but—sukunaaa!" he doesn't give it another thought, sliding all the way into you until his hips are flush against yours. he feels the way your arms wrap around him and scratch at his back, and as good as it feels, sukuna needs you to give him complete control. pulling your arms off him, he laces his fingers with yours and presses your hands into the mattress before rutting into you, the slap of hips against yours almost angry. "don' care about the birth control," you hear him growl, his eyes burning into yours. "'m gonna fuck you so fuckin' full of my cum that it bypasses it. it's got no fuckin' chance with how many times i'm gonna breed this cunt." the way he's talking to you, it makes your head spin and you know he feels how you clench down on him with the way he groans. "gonna fuckin' show everyone how good of a mom you are, gonna get you all swollen 'n' round with my kids," sukuna groans, feeling his tip kiss your cervix with each snap of his hips. you can't help but look at him with those big eyes, disbelief and infatuation swirling in them. he likes this look on you, you just look so fucking in love with him, and it's all for him, just for him, no one else, just fucking him. "yeah? y'like that? that i'm gonna have a lil' family with my wife? give you as many kids as you want, 'n' all y'gotta do is take my fat cock as i breed you 'til it takes."

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#gojo smut #suguru smut #geto smut #toji smut #sukuna smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru smut #geto suguru smut #toji fushiguro smut #ryomen sukuna smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #🔪 ── toji. #🍷 ── sukuna. #💎 ── satoru. #🔮 ── suguru. #𖤐 ── lxnarworks.

[finniestoncrane]

As someone who is a clean freak with slight germaphobia and gets grossed out VERY easily (to the point that I wear gloves a lot LMAO), I would be MISERABLE with Digger. However. This goes not make him ANY less pretty-boy OR stop the fact that I'd make out with him sloppy style. ANYWAYS: Headcanons with him being with a clean freak? I'm nothing if not self-indulgent HGSHADGDHGAHDG ALSO HI FINNIE I HOPE YOU'RE WELL !!

Clean Freak Reader

KTJL!Boomer Headcanons literally couldn't be me, like literally, i am in awe of people who can keep things clean. unfortunately, digger and i would stew in our own filth, so we need people like you to come fix it for us (also i picked his nastiest face for this) 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some mentions of nsfw things, it's fuckin boomer so of course

this is EXACTLY what he needs, i am a big believer in opposites attract and balancing things out and all that jazz!! so someone who can bring out a... neater(?) side of him would only be a positive

it means he can be his authentic self with the added bonus of knowing someone's going to clean up after him, or at the very least keep him clean enough that he doesn't die

he'd struggle a lot with letting you clean up his van, or trimming up his facial hair, or forcing him into a deep cleansing bath, because he would believe you are washing away his natural, sexy musk (which you would be, tbh)

but if the reward is having you actually touch him without grimacing or swallowing your nerves, then he'll concede

also, obviously, having someone who is a clean freak means that you'll be doing most of the tidying up, yeah? like the dishes, trash, laundry, general getting-rid-of-stains?

if so, might he trouble you to don a little maid outfit? i mean yeah, you're already doing him a massive favour, and no, he hasn't exactly remembered to thank you for it

BUT the least you could do is make it a bit sexy for him!!

you are going to end up in a situation where you're not sure when the line between mommy/daddy and actual parent got blurred

he doesn't mean to take advantage of you, and he doesn't mean to be so manipulative, but a few blinks of his big eyelashes can have you cooking, cleaning and mollycoddling him after his failed attempts at murdering the flash or robbing a bank

the positive is that he is very easily trainable, like a puppy!!

you just have to find his motivation. some puppies like attention, some puppies like praise, some puppies are treat and food oriented. you just have to find his thing!

and it's fairly obvious what his thing is...

so if you need to give him a quick handjob to get him to wash behind his ears or put his empty tinnies in the bin instead of on the floor, is that really anything less than a win-win?

i don't think you would ever change him, and i don't think he'd ever truly be appreciative of all your efforts, because he would never ask for things to be clean and tidy

but he'd cherish the thought you put into keeping him from succumbing to several diseases, and any time you spend around him is a bonus in his eyes

#captain boomerang #digger harkness #george harkness #captain boomerang x reader #captain boomer x you #captain boomerang fanfic #finnie writes

[obsessed-with-wwe-women]

I’d you don’t mind,,, can I get some jealous dom rhea headcanons 👉🏻👈🏻 for science

Jealous Rhea headcannons

just a littleeee nsfw.... totally

cw: mentions of (semi public) sex, mentions of overstimulation, degradation, praise (if you blink you'll miss it), mommy kink, dom!rhea, choking

a/n: i kinda forgot how to do hc's so i got a little carried away, oops

some nsfw under the cut.

to say rhea gets jealous, is an understatement

she doesn't mind you talking to people

it's when they start getting handsy

if someone's hand even grazes you, her eyes won't leave the spot the two of you are standing in

she'll watch their every move

watch where their eyes travel, watch what they're doing with their hands

one time liv put her hand on your waist while you were out at some club and rhea dragged you into a bathroom shortly after, cutting liv a look

"rhe calm down, it was just a friendly touch." you said as you ran a hand through your hair. "yeah right." she scoffed. "you know she's wanted to fuck you for months, right?" "oh please, no she hasn't."

next thing you know, you were pinned against the wall with her hand wrapped around your throat.

"cmon, don't tell me you're too much of a dumb fuckin' whore to realize it."

any other time you would've gotten pissed at her for her wording, but you couldn't with the way her fingers pressed into the sides of your neck while her thigh slid between your legs.

"not like it matters anyway. you're my girl, and i know you know it too." rhea smirked slightly as she pulled her hand away, chuckling when you whined.

"maybe i should fuck you right here, huh? think you can be quiet for mommy?" the moment those words left her mouth you knew you had no chance in fighting it (not like you wanted to anyway).

she sunk down onto her knees, pushing your skirt up.

"tell me," rhea started. "is this little spot right here from me," her thumb traced over the growing wet spot on your panties. "or her?"

she knew the answer, she just wanted to hear you say it.

"you, mommy. always you." you whined softly, hand tangling in her hair. "mhm, good girl."

the next 15 minutes consisted of you with your hand over your mouth as she made you cum over and over until you were pushing her head away.

her makeup was smeared but she didn't care, she got her point across

#rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley imagine #wwe x reader #wwe smut

[meegadeeth]

☆ 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 - 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 ☆

Warnings / Includes❗️:

✩ Sex (penis in booty)

✩ Praising/degrading

✩ Hair pulling

✩ Masturbation (also masturbation denial)

✩ Jerking off

✩ Fingering

✩ Kissing/making out

✩ Biting/leaving hickeys on neck

people included/mentions; slash, duff mckagan, izzy stradlin, steven adler, axl rose

....................................☆....................................

The five band members sat around the front of the bus, trying to pass time. Everyone was hot, bored, and irritated. "How much longer?" Steven whined. "..like two hours." Izzy responded. "I swear to fucking God if you ask how much longer, one more time, I'm gonna make you eat your teeth!" Axl complained.

"Okay, chill the 'tude, Ax." Izzy raised his eyebrows at the ginger. Axl rolled his eyes. "I saw that, asshole."

"I don't care, fuck off!" Axl looked anywhere but at Izzy.

"You're difficult, you know that?" Izzy sighed, leaning back in his seat.

"Oh, please, tell me something I don't know." Axl huffed. Izzy couldn't help but smile to himself. "What's funny?" Axl asked, annoyed. "Nothing." Izzy shrugged. "Well, you're smiling, so it's something."

"Maybe, I'd tell you if you weren't being a dick." Izzy grinned when Axl flipped him off. Duff laughed at his two friends. They were obviously totally into each other; Axl has too much ego to admit it and Izzy probably doesn't want to believe his feelings.

His focus broke away from Axl and Izzy when his boyfriend, Slash, yawned and laid his head on Duff's shoulder. "You alright?" Duff asked him. "Yeah..'m just tired."

"You should go sleep in the bunks then; you don't want to hurt your back before a show." Duff suggested, putting his arm around Slash. "Yeah. I'll see you later." He said, looking at Duff with a softened expression. "Bye." Duff smiled at Slash.

"Bye." Slash kissed Duff's cheek before heading towards the bunks. "Where the fuck are you going?" Axl asked him. "Your mom's house." Slash responded before saying, "I'm gonna go sleep. You should try it after getting the stick out of your ass."

Izzy turned his head to laugh.

"Izzy!" Axl looked at him to say something. "Slash, stop!" Izzy managed while trying to hold in his laugh. "You're laughing!" Slash said back before climbing into the bunk.

"You're no help, fuckhead!" Axl crossed his arms. "I'm sorry!" Izzy said, still laughing. Axl turned his body away from Izzy, ignoring him. "Aw, come on, Ax. You know I love ya." Izzy said, trying to get Axl's attention. "Shut up.." Axl mumbled.

"There's nothing to do!" Steven huffed, sitting on the couch with Duff. "Yeah, it sucks." Duff agreed, watching his fingers pick at his ripped clothing.

"It's so fuckin' hot I'm about to go into prostitution for water and a fan." Axl complained, causing Izzy, Steven, and Duff to laugh. "What? I'm serious." He said before smiling.

Duff decided to go join Slash. "Bye, loverboy." Axl waved mockingly at Duff. "Says you." Duff rolled his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" Axl asked, crossing his arms. "You know exactly what I mean, future Mr. Stradlin." Duff sassed back.

Duff reached the bunks. Slash was laying on his side, his back faced Duff. He ran his hand along Slash's side, "Are you still up?" Duff whispered. "Yeah." Slash mumbled. Duff climbed into the top bunk with Slash, wrapping his arms around Slash's waist. "Why'd you come back here? It sounded like you guys were having fun." Slash asked. "I missed you." Duff mumbled, kissing Slash on the neck.

Slash smiled when he felt Duff's soft lips touch his skin, shifting his body to catch Duff in a kiss. Duff was about to stop the kiss, but Slash's hand slid under Duff's t-shirt, running up his stomach and chest. When they stopped for air, Duff smirked, "Somebody's in a good mood."

Slash was a little embarrassed by Duff's comment, but it didn't stop him. He kissed Duff again, his fingers tangling in his blonde hair. Duff finally took the memo and ran his hands over Slash's body. Slash moaned when Duff squeezed his thighs. "Wait, I thought you were tired?" Duff asked. "Just shut up and kiss me." Slash connected their mouths again.

Duff slipped his tongue into Slash's mouth, his hands rubbed Slash's thighs. Duff started to feel his pants tighten as Slash whined, finding any part of him to touch. Duff slowly got on top of Slash, hovering over the curly haired boy.

They separated and Duff kissed a trail from Slash's lips to his navel. Duff came back up and gave Slash another quick kiss before undoing his pants, fumbling them quite a bit. Once he finally got them undone he quickly slid them down his legs and tossed them off the side of the bunk, onto the floor.

He easily tossed his shirt over his head, the shirt joined the pants on the ground. Slash grabbed Duff by the hips, making him come closer. "Shit, you're so hot." Duff groaned, placing himself between Slash's thighs. Slash started taking his pants off. Duff quickly got impatient and started helping him. Slash raised his hips and Duff got them out from under him, tossing them to the floor; Slash quickly threw his shirt off.

Slash kissed Duff, wrapping his arms around his neck to make him lean down more. "Duff..please." Slash moaned, slightly grinding against Duff. "Please, what, darling?" Duff's eyes were completely full of lust.

"Touch me." Slash held back a whine, not wanting to feel too pathetic in the moment. Duff pulled Slash's boxers off and took Slash's penis into his hand. He tilted his head back, groaning, as Duff slowly stroked him.

Duff observed Slash's facial expressions as he did so. After a couple of minutes, his eyebrows were raised, eyes closed, mouth parted, and he was bucking his hips into Duff's large hand. He ran his thumb over the slit, bathing in Slash's moans.

"Fuck..Duff.." Slash bit his hand, attempting to keep himself quiet. "Be good and keep your hips down." Duff said, looking Slash in the eyes. Slash calmed down and relaxed, taking a breath. Duff started stroking him again, slowly. He loved watching Slash's chest rise and fall multiple times.

Suddenly, Duff's strokes quickly got faster, making Slash's hips buck again; It felt too good and he couldn't help himself. Duff impatiently stopped stroking Slash, taking his hand off of his hard dick. "Duff..im sorry..please.." Slash said while trying to catch his breath.

"No. You can sit there and wait. I already told you once."

"Please? I was cl-" Duff cut him off with a kiss, "I said no, darling." Slash figured it would be better to stop talking. Duff was the sweetest person you could ever meet, but piss him off and you'll regret it, especially if he has power over you in situations like this.

Duff stopped hovering over Slash, instead sitting across from him. Duff palmed himself through his boxers, letting out low groans. Slash didn't look; it was unfair. Duff peeled his boxers off, tossing them to the side. Now, Slash was contemplating on giving Duff his full attention.

Duff started stroking his hard dick; he furrowed his eyebrows before groaning rather loudly. Slash slowly turned his head to see one of the top 10 hottest sights he's ever seen. The bandana on his forehead was slightly damp from sweat, his chest was shining with sweat, and his pretty green eyes locked with Slash's brown ones.

"Come over here." Duff demanded, trying to catch his breath. Slash crawled towards him, thinking he would get something out of it. He rolled his eyes when Duff told him what he was doing, "Suck it." Duff didn't seem to notice Slash's behavior.

Slash got on his knees before leaning down to take some of Duff into his mouth; his hands rested on Duff's thighs, propping himself up.

He ran his tongue across Duff's slit, earning some pre-cum. Duff got a fistful of Slash's dark curls and pulled him down more; Slash took the hint and put more of Duff's dick into his mouth. Duff moaned, tugging at Slash's curls, "Fuck, I love your mouth!" Slash mentally patted himself on the back.

Slash bobbed his head up and down, loving the praises falling from Duff's mouth,

"You're so fucking hot..."

"Fuck, I love you!"

"You're such a good boy for me."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

and Slash was loving every bit of it. He loved it so much that he took all of Duff's length. "Holy shit!" Duff groaned, moving Slash's hair out of his face to see him better. Duff started face fucking Slash; his mouth felt so good around the tall blonde's dick. Slash got used to his length, but knew he was still going to have a sore throat later.

Slash reached down to touch himself, only getting in a couple of strokes, before Duff noticed and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers. Slash rolled his eyes and earned another tug to his curls, more force being used this time; Slash moaned around Duff's length. Duff threw his head back, mouth open and sweat dripping from his forehead.

When it started feeling a little too good, Duff pulled Slash off of him. Slash sat back and caught his breath, breathing harshly. "You did so good, darling." Duff rubbed Slash's thigh. Duff pulled Slash onto him; Slash instinctively straddled him.

Duff kissed Slash, one hand in his hair and the other tracing his hole. Slash backed into his hand, wanting more. Duff slipped a finger into his hole; a startled noise, followed by a moan, came from Slash. Duff slipped his tongue into Slash's mouth, colliding with the other's tongue. Duff's finger pumped in and out of Slash. God, Slash looked so desperate; he was having the time of his life off of making out and one finger.

"You're so fuckin' pathetic. I bet you could get off with one of my fingers, just one, couldn't you, slut?" Duff said, running his finger over Slash's prostate. Slash moaned, letting his head fall onto Duff's shoulder. "Answer me!" Duff gripped Slash's hair, lifting his head back up, "Couldn't you?"

"Yes! Yes.." Slash quickly answered before begging for another finger; Duff granted his wish. Slash arched his back as Duff stretched him out, scissoring him, "Oh my God, Duff!" Drips of pre-cum fell onto Duff's thigh.

"You want another, whore?" Duff asked Slash. Slash nodded, "Yeah." He groaned as Duff's third long, slender finger entered him. He quickly pumped the fingers in and out of Slash, loving the plethora of moaning and cussing leaving the darker boy's lips. Slash savoured the feeling that Duff's fingers gave him.

"Mmm you wanna ride me?" Duff asked, kissing his neck and jawline. "Yes." Slash quickly said, eagerly; Duff smirked and removed his fingers from Slash before slightly leaning back to give Slash a little room. Slash held himself up with Duff's shoulder, slowly sinking down.

Duff grabbed his waist, holding him so he could adjust; when Slash did, he sunk down even more. If Duff told you it didn't feel good, he would be completely lying. Slash moaned as all of Duff's length filled him up. Slash adjusted for a minute, Duff rubbed circles into his hips.

Finally, Slash started to slowly ride him. Slash wanted to close his eyes so badly, but didn't, wanting to see how good of a job he's doing to Duff. Duff caught on to what he was doing and attempted to not show too much emotion; of course his face wasn't completely blank, but it didn't look very satisfied.

Slash decided to ride Duff even faster, using a specific motion that made Duff go crazy. Duff groaned and slowly threw his head back, not being able to keep the expression he thought he could.

Slash moaned as Duff's dick hit him in all the right spots. "Oh, Duff.." Slash wrapped his arms around Duff's neck and desperately kissed him. Duff ran his nails up and down Slash's sides, sending shivers down his spine. Duff brought one of his hands up to the back of Slash's neck, slightly pulling him closer.

He slipped his tongue into Slash's mouth again, feeling every inch of his mouth he could. Duff separated, attaching his mouth to Slash's neck. Slash tensed slightly when he felt Duff take his skin between his teeth, but quickly relaxed as Duff ran his hands up and down Slash's back.

Duff would move around on his neck until biting down on a spot that made Slash's back arch. Duff sucked on the skin, listening to Slash's groans and moans. Duff groaned against Slash's skin, his hot breath hitting Slash's neck. Slash's speed picked up as Duff's tip grazed over his prostate, once he found the angle again.

"Mmmh.." Duff's groan was muffled as he bit down on Slash's skin out of pure pleasure. Slash threw his head back as Duff penetrated his spot, "Oh my God..." After Duff left a good enough mark on Slash he licked the sensitive skin to soothe the agitated spot before leaning back to look up at Slash, attempting to keep the view stuck in his head.

He had hair matted to his sweaty forehead, lips parted, and his wild hair bounced as he rode. "You're doing so fucking great, Slash. You're being so good." Duff panted out, feeling the heat between the two.

Slash whined in response to the praise. God, he loved when praises fell out of Duff's sweet, angelic mouth, and past his pretty lips.

"You're so gorgeous. I don't want anyone but you. Fuck, I love you!" Duff groaned, looking at the handsome man above him. "You're pretty too, Duffy. You make me feel so different from anyone else, I love you.." Slash moaned, digging his finger's into Duff's shoulder; he didn't seem to notice.

They were in complete ecstasy, never wanting to forget the moment. Slash felt hypnotized by Duff's words, as if he was some sort of a sex slave. Duff ran his hands through Slash's sweaty curls; he wondered how Slash had enough patience to keep and take care of his long, difficult hair.

Once Duff saw the look on Slash's face he grabbed his hips and thrusted into him, after noticing he looked a little tired.

"Shit!" Slash's whole body shook as Duff slammed right into his prostate. "Right there?" Duff asked. Of course he knew, he just wanted to hear Slash's desperate voice confirm it. "Yes! Right there, Duff!" Slash moaned as Duff thrusted up into him. Slash's jaw went slack as the pleasure overtook him.

Duff's fingers dug into Slash's skin as he felt Slash pulsating around him, "Goddamn, you feel so good, baby..."

Slash felt the familiar feeling crawl up his stomach, "I'm close!" Duff pounded into Slash even harder than before, causing Slash's grip on Duff's shoulder to tighten. Duff felt close so he wrapped one of his hands around Slash's throbbing dick. He started pumping Slash to the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Duff!" Slash moaned, relishing in all the pleasure he was feeling at once. "I'm gonna cum!" Slash's whole body shook again as he curled his toes, cumming all over himself and Duff's stomach. After a couple of more thrusts Duff came inside of Slash.

Slash's body went limp, his head resting on Duff's shoulder. "Are you okay?" Duff asked while trying to catch his breath. "Mhm." Slash nodded, closing his eyes. Duff rubbed Slash's back, slowly laying him on his back so he could get up to clean them up.

Duff grabbed some tissues, cleaning up their mess. He threw on just a pair of comfortable sweatpants before going back to the bunk, "Sweetheart, do you want sweats or shorts?"

"Mmm..shorts." Slash tiredly mumbled. Duff grabbed a pair of Slash's shorts and put his feet through the holes, sliding the pair up his legs, "Can you lift your hips?" Duff asked. Slash did and Duff pulled the shorts the rest of the way up.

"Are you guys done in there yet? I need to get my cigarettes." Axl knocked on the door to the bunks. Slash covered his face in embarrassment, forgetting that there were three other people, plus the driver, on their bus. "Yeah." Duff calmly said. Axl walked in and went to his bag that was on his bed, rummaging through it until he found the pack of cigs.

"So..you two had fun, huh?" Steven teased at the doorway. "Shut up, Stevie!" Slash said, still covering his face. Duff laughed and shook his head while sitting on the edge of the bunk, next to Slash.

"Well, we know who had sex first this show. Everyone needs to give me a 20 now." Izzy said looking around. "That's not fucking fair!" Axl argued. "Yes, it is. I said I bet it's gonna be Duff, and it was."

"But that's different because it's Duff and Slash. I said by a groupie." Axl said back. "You never said by a groupie! Steven, back me up." Izzy turned to Steven. "You didn't say it had to be with a groupie, Ax." Steven said, siding with Izzy. "Whatever." Axl huffed and handed Izzy the money.

Duff, Slash, and Steven gave Izzy the fairly earned money. "You guys wanna come watch a movie?" Izzy asked the couple. "I'm takin' a nap." Slash rolled over, his back facing everyone. "I'm staying with Slash." Duff said.

"The way you two were talking to each other, it sure seemed like some type of movie." Steven commented. "Steven!" Slash threw the pillow at his head, causing Duff and Izzy to laugh. "Come on, Stevie." Izzy grabbed Steven's hand and shut the door behind them.

Duff laid down next to Slash, wrapping an arm around him. Slash shifted his body to turn around, "I love you, Duffy."

"You love my dick too." Duff smiled when he saw Slash roll his eyes, "Yeah, Yeah, shut up."

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[ashes-writing]

Hi! there any chance you'll do a filth alphabet for Jonathan Byers? Please if it's not too much trouble?

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Ahhh omg, I'll happily try to do this for you! Jonathan is a character I'm still trying to get a feel for and I don't feel like he's terribly kinky or anything, just v.v sweet -but filthy a lil bit too. I really hope you like this.

Warnings ;

Minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. This is not meant for your eyes, m'kay? In addition to this warning, the following additional ones also apply ; cockwarming, mentions of high sex / w*ed, body fluids, oral sex (giving and getting), dick size / description of, biting/marking, vanilla sex, sooooft!dom tendencies, toys, erotic photography.

Taglist ;

-- the names listed below are the only ones on my stranger things taglist. if you'd like to be added, please hit the link above.

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@sparkletash

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@untitledarea

@untoldshortsofthefandoms

(*) graphic thing made by me with help from pinterest.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

--- Listen, this man, ughhh.. He's v.v big into cuddling after it's over. Naked cuddling. Kissing and touching and soft whispers. If you want anything, he'll get it for you. Showers or bathes with you and he is the best at washing your hair, oh my god.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

--- I feel like he's into tits and thighs. Yeah, this suits him I'll go with it.

--- His hands. He really doesn't have a specific reason, truth be told.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

--- There's so... much of it when he orgasms, seriously. It'll be leaking out of you most of the time. He loves the way his cum looks on your skin when he finishes on your tum or your ass.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

--- He's into photography and I've seen so many people say this but I firmly believe it too. He's definitely going to have himself a stash of photos he took of you and yes, most of them are going to be dirty. they range from the mild, your neck and tits littered with hickies and bites to the spicy, your legs spread for the camera, his face next to your thigh with your hand in his hair visible in the shot or there's a picture of you riding him, raised up just enough that his cock can be seen slipping inside of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

--- He's more on the inexperienced side BUT.. he's willing to learn and eager to please and with the right partner, he will become amazing eventually.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

--- Missionary or cowgirl. Cowgirl is his favorite because he fucking loves it when you're riding him, taking his cock and using him to get your pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

--- If it's high sex, he's goofier than anything. If not, he's more serious/intimate in the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

--- He's clean but he's not really groomed, tbh. He keeps it trimmed but like, not that much because grooming isn't something he really thinks about often. As long as he's clean down there, he's not worried about anything else.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

--- Ugh, god.. He's so intimate. So intimate. He's constantly touching or kissing you or telling you how much he loves you or praising you "Doin' so good for me, baby." + "You're a fucking goddess, fuck." nipping at your skin, leaving cute lil marks behind because holy shit, there's something about the sight of you pinned beneath him making all those cute lil noises you make for him that drives him feral.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

--- You wore those little thigh highs and a cardigan with a short skirt to school and he was in the bathroom by lunch on at least two separate occasions because he just had to do something, he couldn't get rid of the boner.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

---Cockwarming, totally. He loves to fall asleep buried inside of you, holding you really, really close. I can also see him having lowkey the softest of dominance kinks -but he's more than happy to be sub too because he's still adjusting / figuring things out.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

--- Either in his bed, your bed, the backseat of his car or the bathroom with you pressed up against the counter / sitting on the counter or holding you up in the shower. He's but a simple guy and he's really not into risks, like.. at all.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

--- Soft kisses, the outline of your nipples through your shirt, neck kisses, when you sit in his lap and dry hump / grind against him while begging and whining about how much you need him in his ear, sometimes a minor argument will turn him on because you're so passionate about the point you're trying to make that it gets him hot...

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

--- He will not slap you or share you during sex. The slapping has everything to do with Lonnie fucking the poor guy up with what he had to witness Lonnie most likely do to his mother (i feel Lonnie was abusive, verbally and maybe even a little physically..) so it feels wrong to him. Sharing you is strictly because he's a romantic and he just doesn't really vibe with the concept of open relationships.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

--- He's learning. His enthusiasm and the fact that he damn near goes feral when his head's between your thighs + the fact that he will stay down there eating you like an all you can eat buffet for hours more than makes up for this, however. He loves to receive, he might like it just a shade more than giving because poor baby feels kinda inadequate at giving sometimes.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

--- Always slow and sensual. Even when he doesn't really have the time to be.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

--- He'll do it but he's not the biggest fan of being rushed and stuff. He likes to take his time, savor the moment -esp s4 Jonathan, he is all about some sloppy, giggly, love drunk high as fuck sex.. He won't turn down a quickie but even his quickies turn out to be kinda well... slow?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

--- This guy is not really big into risks. As far as experimentation, I believe he'll try most anything his partner hints that they'd like to or things he'd like to try on his own. But if it's risky, it's gonna be a nope from him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

--- His stamina is pretty average. One to two rounds and depending on foreplay and how well he paces himself, guy can last for a few hours. But he needs rest between rounds, so it's not like he can just get hard again automatically.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

--- He doesn't, but... His camera has come in pretty handy and he has a v. well documented sex life with you that he uses to get off when you're not available / in the mood and he's just so damn horny he can't wait.. He'll totally use your toys on you though if you were to ask because I feel like he'd enjoy doing it? He might even take a photo of you with your legs spread, the vibrator / dildo buried inside you as you leak around it..

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

--- Okay, so here's the thing.. Most of the time he's not a tease because he feels like it's just not fair to you but... There are times when he's in a mood -usually when he's high and so are you that this laughing and love drunk and soooooft as hell side comes out and he's such a damn tease during this. So s4 Jonathan is a huge tease most of the time, y'know? But previous seasons, he's more shy and he's still feeling his way through sex / other stuff..

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

--- Most of the time he's soft whispers and praises against your skin, sweet pet names, kissing / licking / sucking and the groans, oh my god.. But when you give this man a blow job, holy fuck all of that goes out the window. And if you think he's loud when he's getting head, he's twice as loud when he's home alone with time to jack off properly. He's mouthy because there's nobody there to judge or anything..

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

--- I strongly feel like high sex with this man would be so fucking good, holy shit. Like, the high enhances everything and he's already pretty damn good in bed given what he knows / is willing to do.. To be fair, I happen to prefer vanilla / lovey dovey sex to other stuff, but anyway, yeah.. My own personal theory here, nobody yell at me if you feel it's wrong.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

--- we're going with the classic hung af nerdy boy trope here. I'm just gonna say it, his hands are massive as hell and his fingers are long, so... He's at least above average in length. Given that he's lanky, he's probably kind of on the skinny side though. BUT.. he will make you see stars and bottom out with his deep strokes. I feel like he might be uncut? I could be wrong, do not quote me. And he's pretty trimmed down there, very clean... There's a vein that runs along the length on the bottom side of his shaft, going up to the tip and when he's close to cumming or cumming, you can feel it pulse just a bit..

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

--- It's high but.. He manages to keep it mostly reigned in. Mostly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

--- It takes him a while because he likes to hold you and kiss you and touch you and hum to you and stare at you, he's just a big romantic, alright? So it'll take a while but finally, you're both nodding off and clinging to each other as you do and it's just the sweetest damn thing, it really is.

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers smut #jonathan byers fanfiction #<- minors absofuckinlutely not #-> read all posted warnings before you read this. #<- female reader ; vague descriptions (female parts )

[chihirolovebot]

Let's see.. could I request Miu, kaede, and Kokichi with a soft dom reader? And if you could, with female reader please! But if you can't do that, gn is fine:)

✫ featuring — kaede akamatsu, miu iruma, kokichi ouma.

✫ content — softdom!reader, readers gender just didn’t come up so gender neutral, sls!kaede, sub!miu, sub!kokichi, light brat taming, light bimbofication, mentions of painplay, light degradation, pet names (angel, pretty girl, sweetheart etc). let me know if i missed any <3

✫ — kaede.

soft dom on soft dom crime.

literally the spiderman meme of them both pointing at each other. that's you two. i broke you down to your bare essentials.

in all seriousness - what matters most to kaede is compromise and ensuring that each of you is happy and comfortable. so if you're comfier falling into a more dominating role, she'll be more than happy to acquiesce.

probably an ideal partner for a soft dom tbh. she's so good for you :(( very rarely bratty. and if she is, it's easy to fuck out of her.

dare i say... bimbofication kink.

she just !! kinda like being tenderly reduced to absolute putty !! can't even think or remember to breathe or blink without you gently reminding her !! she has so much trust in you of course.

not super into pain play - she probably doesn't have a very high tolerance for it, but she likes to be marked up a little.

will absolutely get adorably embarrassed if you can see them the next day, though.

doesn't necessarily beg unless you tell her to, but will always thank you, so it evens out.

makes the prettiest noises; she graduates from soft, pitchy gasps in the beginning to broken cries and half-sobs when she's worn out and sore and sweating.

honestly kinda likes being told what to do instead of taking on a leadership role for once.

if you compliment her hands or her fingers she'll turn to absolute mush. kiss them <3 hold them <3 suck on them <3 she's yours.

favourite name to be called is "my pretty girl" asjsjdndn.

✫ — miu.

you literally render her speechless.

whenever she says smth vulgar you just tilt your head and ask in a soft voice, "you wanna say that again, sweetheart?" and. yeah you literally broke her. her knees actually gave out.

now. now. you might think that because of the stuff miu says that she's a hard dom. but you'd be mistaken. i mean, do you see how she reacts when people degrade her?? who reacts by blushing and sweating when kokichi calls them a cum dumpster?

yeah she is a degradee.

she likes when you're mean, but oh my god she loves it when you mix praise with it. "my dumb little angel", "my filthy girl", "you're just my pretty little bimbo, huh?" ahhhhhsjsjs.

intentionally acts teasing and bratty just to rile you up. she will test the soft in your soft dom. bends down so you can see up her skirt, leans over so her chest is in your face, flirts with everybody right in front of you...

whew.

you have your work cut out for you, for sure. but in the end, you're the only one who can reduce her to such a red-face sobbing mess <3

will beg you to go rougher on her. "more! gimme more, i can take it!" muffling a cry into your shoulder. "y-you're tryna punish me, right? s-so fuckin' do it already..."

your baby is so loud. she has absolutely no control over her voice. at first, you thought she was exaggerating to rile you up but god she's just so sensitive that every touch has her reeling. you're just gonna have to shove your fingers in her mouth to quiet her down, what a shame :((

can take a fair bit of pain. goes absolutely feral if you leave hickeys on her neck and bruises on her thighs. she adores looking absolutely wrecked afterwards - makeup running down her face, sweating, red-face, tear tracks cracking on her cheeks, bruises blooming under the skin of her throat.

for like... fifteen seconds after, she gets uncharacteristically shy. this is the one and only time she will thank you, before snapping out of her daze and returning to the miu we all hate love.

✫ — kokichi.

you uh. you sure about the soft part there?

this man is infuriating. and he knows it, too.

testing your patience is a full-time job and baby, he's committed.

real talk. i know what you're probably thinking - that kokichi is also a hard dom. in my humble opinion, no, wrong, incorrect. kokichi is a brat.

and maybe the worst case you've ever seen, too. this boy fights you on absolutely everything. he challenges everything you say. he argues semantics with you. nothing is off-limits.

you must have the patience of a saint. it might actually genuinely infuriate him at times, the fact that he can't get you to crack. sometimes he just wants you to snap and go fucking feral on him.

but most of the time... he likes you as you.

it's nice. he's really unsure about it at first, actually, but this feeling of being taken care of is something he begins to get used to. a lot of the time during the act, you'll catch him with this soft, dazed look on his face, like he's in the middle of a dream.

rarely though. and then he annoys you so bad you forget it in like a minute rip.

king of "oh? make me," and similar taunts. "whatcha gonna do about it?" "get over here and make me why don't you?" boy if you don't—

it's genuinely fascinating watching his composure break down in front of you. it starts out so small, a stray gasp or his fingers tightening in the sheets, but if you keep at it slowly and patiently pretty soon he's whimpering and hissing through his teeth, telling you through clenched teeth to get on with it already.

tries to order you around, but we're moving at your pace. he'll call you plenty of names to try and light a fire under you. one day you'll have to give in <3

the ultimate goal of any session is to get him pleading. it can be done, if you're patient. it's for sure a sight - hands twisting the sheets until his knuckles are white, cheeks filmed with red, tears beading at his lashline and hair stuck to his forehead. "please," he'll gasp all pretty. "fuck- you- nngh, please, get on with it already!"

you gotta oblige <3

10/10 would brat tame again.

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[msookyspooky]

Sinclair Brother's with a Writer S/O

Bo Sinclair:

*Gaston of the Slashers...There's no pictures. How can you read this? 🤨*

If you're busy writing when he's busy working in the garage then that's fine. But you cannot be writing when he's not busy without him bitching about you being on that damned typewriter too much. (No internet in ambrose so he got out one of his Dad's old typewriters for you.)

Gets you plenty of paper and ink when he goes out of town. He loves seeing you go from sulking and trying to write things down by hand to absolutely beaming when he comes home and hands it over to you... You owe him a kiss for the effort though.

He doesn't read for pleasure. Ever. He hated it as a kid, he hates it now. So, he truly doesn't understand why you stay up all hours to write; especially if you're not a published author. If it ain't making no damn money then what's the point????

HOWEVER he is very controlling and pushy. He has to know everything. Including what you're writing about. (Secretly, he is just extremely curious about what goes on in his honey's mind but he can't be too mushy about it)

Is confused when you get bashful and refuse to let him read even one page. "Come on, darlin! Jus lemme read it. It's goin t' waste jus sittin there."

He stole a finished page from your stack and shoved you away with one hand as he read it aloud. At first, he just smirked, ready to make fun of it or call it cute just to annoy you until he read a few paragraphs. His face fell and he was genuinely surprised at himself getting suckered into the story; trailing off to read the rest silently. Plays it off as if it's 'okay to decent. Needs work.'....You know better as he subtly picks up the next page to read it when he thinks you're not looking.

Will pluck a finished page right out of the typewriter as your busy typing the next one. He drinks a beer in the living room and slowly reads it as you go. (He's not the fastest reader so it's plenty of time for him to catch up)

Will absolutely NEVER, EVER let you live it down if you write a smut scene and he finds out. He is smirking, leaning over you, turned on from what he just read and looking to use it for inspiration. "Shit, babydoll. If ya wanted me t' do all that; ya could've jus asked."

He doesn't overly hype you up in private. In fact, he makes fun of you and calls you a bookworm or fuckin nerd or anything else he would call the kids with A's in Highschool but he doesn't hesitate to let OTHER people know you're a writer he's proud of. Tourist mentions any book they instantly hear; "Oh yeah? S'no better than what mine writes. My babydolls got real talent. Fucking gifted."

If he's in a sour mood, the tapping of your keys has him bristling. But it's become a familiar sound. Whenever you're not feeling well or depressed and he doesn't hear that typewriter clicking; he finds himself missing it.

He is envious. Both you and his brother being creative types with talent while he doesn't have any of it. His insecurities just can't help making him feel like the lesser brother and now his partner is better at something than he is too. It doesn't help his Dad was a doctor so you knowing so many subjects as well as typing late at night on his Dad's typewriter reminds him of the Dad he was never good enough for that would just type away instead of talking to him. It's all just a giant spit in his face. (You reassure him all the time that tinkering and fixing things is a talent but he huffs that it's 'jus' work'. )

You wrote him a letter describing everything you admire about him after a particular bad day where he let it slip out how annoyed he was having two 'gifted assholes' in the house...

He definitely read it in his garage and teared up. Absolutely shocked and touched in an unfamiliar way at having someone go into so much detail about him...Good things! Not comparing him to Vincent; just highlighting things about himself he had never had anyone praise him for. Pocketing it in his locked drawer to read on days he needed the reminder that no matter what he thought about himself from his parents; you thought differently...You were still a a cute lil nerd he teased but you were HIS cute nerd.

Lester Sinclair:

He can't read very well. Books weren't read often at home by his parents even though his Dad was a doctor. Lester and Bo were shoved aside in favor of Vincent. Bo got attention in a negative way as the black sheep, Vincent had to be perfect at everything as the golden child or else while Lester was kind of just...There. He barely passed schooling. He didn't hate reading like Bo, just wasn't very good at it. (May even have dyslexia but 70's hick schools just called it being dumb so he just grew up thinking he wasn't smart enough to read. :c )

He watches you writing with a pen and paper as you ride in his truck. He seriously considers saving up any money he gets from roadkill pelts to buy you a decent typewriter to have at your house on the outskirts of Ambrose. He didn't much like being involved in the whole wax town thing but he didn't stop it or care to either. He secretly was glad to have you and him in a house in the woods; just the two of you.

You almost think he's not interested in your writing when you noticed he never asks to read it. It comes out one day that he can't read it. Words here and there but nothing to truly enjoy the experience.

Despite your shyness over someone you personally know reading your own work; you decide to offer to read it to him.

He absolutely loves it. He just smiles and leans against you as you read aloud to him. It quickly becomes a peaceful bonding time for you both.

"Hey, how's bout you read me another?" He nudged you with a smirk as he drove down the road and you curled up beside him to read aloud. "Don't you wanna listen to the radio instead?" He shook his head. "Nah. not as good as yer writing."

He is your biggest fan, bugging the ever loving shit out of you for an update. He has to know what happens next! He needs to! Does the dog die? Does the kid die? WHAT HAPPENS?

Encourages you to publish but you wave it off. Not only would Bo probably not like the extra publicity to Ambrose but it wasn't the reason you wrote. You write because you enjoy it.

You offer to help him with reading like his mom and dad should have. It's never wonderful but you smile proudly when he made a full paragraph without stopping.

Vincent Sinclair:

Unlike his twin, he fully understands when you get in the zone and write for hours. He does the same thing with his sculptures. He doesn't take it personally if he's finished while you're still writing.

He bugged Bo to find their Dad's typewriter. Bo bitched the entire time but finally found it after you complained of your hand hurting from pen and paper.

Unlike his brothers, Vincent was taught to read and write and was given the extra mile to make sure he would be the families pride and joy. It wasn't his fault and came with having to be obedient at all times least his punishments be even worse than his brothers. They expected Bo to rage but not Vincent. They would yell at Bo but if Vincent showed any disagreement...It was like the whole unit was going to fall apart. He reclused himself because of it and took up his creative pursuits as a way to distract himself.

If he finds you passed out over the typewriter, he will pick you up and haul you to bed. He starts tapping on your shoulder to let you know you've been at it too long and to take a break.

Doesn't pressure to read your work even though he really wants to. You almost feel insecure of another creative reading and possibly judging your work but you realize it's Vincent and he wouldn't judge you.

He spends his time reading your finished work one afternoon. You find it neatly organized on your desk and a typed out page he wrote describing how much he enjoyed it and how talented you were.

He will sit and watch you pace the room and describe plot ideas out loud. He just nods in agreement as you pretty much just rant to yourself to connect the dots while he watches.

Subtly puts a manuscript of your work in the gas station for tourist to read. Just because he truly thinks you're way to hard on yourself and others would love your writing.

He hangs up poems and letters you write him all over his wall.

#bo sinclair #Not only am i a writer and i have fam with dyslexia but I have been both the GC and BS of a toxic family #so this was very self indulgent for sure #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair imagine #sinclair brothers #how 2005 #HoW #HoW hc #how imagine #how hc #how headcanon #house of wax 2005 #HoW imagine

[muffindaddystyles]

𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 ❤︎

A/n: My moot from twitter made a whole thread that what if Harry wrote sunflower vol6. for some fan, she wanted the idea in words so here ya go!

Crowd just to admire Harry, cheering, loving, showering him in their evermost affection.

Harry performs like he was born for this; a punk rockstar with a flower crown on his head, bout to dominate the world just from his kindness.

After performing three songs he was engulfing in conversation with his fans and he points towards you but your friends gestures if he wants to talk to her.

You're wearing a pastel dress with hues of yellow accessories. You're so red in your own way, popping out from the crowd in the bloody bold way but you're shy and skittish around people.

You're just dancing along with your bestie, swaying your hips to only angel and then doing your own sexy moves to show your friend making fun of it afterwards.

Harry couldn't snatch his focus from you and the band noticed it so they teased him, tsking at him and mouthing him his pet name 'wep' under the loud shrivels of their guitars.

You wouldn't deny that you wanted to catch his attention too but you don't know how to.

Everyone's complementing him in their fondest way and whenever you parted your plump glossy lips to shout something nothing came out.

While playing guitar, Harry gazes at you intensely his brows furrowing when he sees that your bestfriend cupped your face to say something in your ear.

He's so fuckin' jealous. He wants to be there to cup your face, stroke you and maybe kiss you.

You looks so damn kissable. He thinks you're so golden beaming around the pink sky.

Now, when he's asking your friend's name out glancing at you from the corner of his eyes your heart drops. English isn't your first language, and this made your hands shake at the side.

You don't wanna fuck this up.

"What's your pretty name darlin'?" He smiles at you feeling a bit shy from your peer that's nothing but anxiousness, Sara and Mitch exchange looks with eachother while Harry waited patiently to get your calm voice to reach to him because at this point he can do everything.

"Y/n-y/n!" You're far from him so you shouted and it stuttered making you even more blush like a coral stone.

Fuckin' beautiful name, just like her Harry's heart gave a beat.

He doesn't want to dissapoint you by taking your name wrong, you're too precious to pronounce you differently that's why he reminisced your name many times under his breath before taking it.

"Y/n, right?" You bobbed your head a bit loosening up and smiling coyly fuck Harry wants to flop at ground just at this, "soo where are you from ba- y/n?"

"Not from here!" You told him now properly locking your eyes and Harry noticed your eyes colour's so common but looks so rare on you.

Harry mimicked you doing his comic accent, "No- Not from here, that's why asked ye' from where!?!" The crowd cheered and you laughed clutching your sides telling your country name.

"I hope you're havin' a good time, y/n." He grins combing his loose curls back and sipping his water, then throwing the water on the crowd intentionally so it would reach you and he could dive in another cute moment of you.

The whole show went like this but he wants you more than singing his melodies to you and he notices that you're getting exhausted and tired but utterly overloaded with cuteness forgetting lyrics to every other song now and then, your shoes aching you so you sat down but he jolts in panic thinking you just fell and is afraid you'll come under everyone's feet.

But when you again stood up he practically heaved shaking his to scold him that he shouldn't do this, he'll end up hurting himself from missing you and thinking about you everytime.

Getting attached too soon is Harry's weak point.

The show ended and he wanted to call you backstage but you were long gone leaving your sunflower-ey coral sunshine behind.

.

Harry went through his breakup going to Japan to give him his own solace, he went through his journal where he has written all his songs and his eyes fell over the cursive words he lovingly wrote on this specific side of his journal.

He wrote a song about you right after running backstage. Kid Harpoon wanted to make some changes in the lyrics but Harry criticised that no changes will be made in this particular song, he doesn't care if it's a hit or not, this came straight out of his heart and it matters alot to him.

One day he was wandering in london when you marched from a bookshop bumping square into one person you couldn't possibly imagine, Harry.

Your canvases, books, brushes everything flew to ground and Harry's on cloud nine a feeling of when he did shrooms spreads in his chest.

"Sorry. Shit yeah." You both said in unison squatting down to collect your things.

Your heads hitting and you giggled making Harry giggle too.

"Kay there's this saying in my culture that if your forehead gets hit by another person you should hit it twice else horns grows on your head." Your eyes glinting and he shakes his head gently pressing his head against yours.

He saw your fingers shaking so he again muttered a 'sorry' feeling bad for no-reason.

"Is it your painting?" He asked and you nodded taking the canvas from him, his touch's so soft you've only imagined it or heard from the people who met him that he has the softest warmest touch. "It's beautiful."

You're in awe of him. Ofcourse you love him but you don't know how much Harry's in love with you.

He's in awe of your talent too, he knew you'd love to paint from how vivid you're. It's one of the things he imagined bout you before going to bed.

Harry was taken aback by your respect for his consent when you asked him if you could hug him and he opened his arms wide for you.

"C'mere darlin'." Million sparks shooted inside his body when you coiled your arms around his neck because of your height, he's so happy he wants to cry.

Fuck this he wants you to be his and he's gonna drag his arse for it.

He sniffed in your shampoo and scent which's vanilla, strawberries and galaxies.

"Umm..y/n would you like to grab a coffee with me?" You are appalled. you never thought he'd remember you but who's gonna tell you that you were his only thought and the dream of his heart.

"Sure! Thank you." You beamed walking alongside of him to the nearest café.

Harry thinks you're so kind that maybe you felt rude to reject his offer but this's just his anxiety.

Anyways you talked to him about things he didn't know, you asked him how life's going even though his life's all where on the headlines.

You've never drank black coffee in your life but ordered it from the embarrassment of judgment from him and when you sipped it you practically gagged.

"Wanna swap, I just took a sip?"

"Thank you never drank black coffee in my life." He didn't asked you why but you yourself told him sipping from his and it's mocha sweet as him, "not very much common where I used to live."

Harry wants to get to know you more. About your culture, your interests and specifically just you.

"There's this get-together at my home this Saturday, would you like to come it's okay if you don't want to." He rubbed the back of his neck a little nervous.

"I'd love too!" You smiled even though you're all jittery from inside. You don't know what's happening but you're just going along with it.

"Kay. See ya there." He took your hand writing his number inside your palm and he swear that he felt like he dipped his hand into a sweet pudding when he held you.

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You got ready with feathery makeup and simple outfit, you haven't told anyone that you met Harry. You've baked cupcakes for him because your mother has always taught you to never go empty hand to someone's house.

All the expensive cars parked at his driveway wanted to make you cry, you're so nervous.

Harry's nervy too he lectured everyone not to suffocate you and give her some space knowing how lovey-dovey his friends could be.

"And don't call me pet names infront her." He seriously told Jeff who offered him tequila but he pushed it away, there's no way he's getting drunk today. "Okay foof." Jeff patted him hardly.

"Hmm. Plannin' to become someone else's baby." Sara laughed sitting comfortably between mitch's legs and Harry shakes his head shyly snapping when the door bell rang.

He was out of breath when you were infront of him. He hugged you kissing your cheek and you took in his smell trying to calm yourself.

"Y'okay?" He frowned caringly placing his hands on your shoulders, your eyes are glassy that's why he asked.

Clearing your throat you handed him the cupcakes nodding and smiling, "yes umm here."

"Hi love!" Everyone greeted you and hugged you.

Harry was acting quite selfish taking the cupcakes inside his kitchen to eat them all to himself and when he came back you were chatting with his friends quite enjoying their company.

His mind crawls to the thought of you in between his embrace while his friends becomes your friends and you spending festives together, you hanging out with him at the places you love to be at.

You were praising their talents and then Harry's and he didn't miss the glimmer of admiration in your eyes for him.

"You're quite such a fan of Harry." One of his friends says and you just nodded not knowing what else to say. To everyone else you're just a fan that Harry invited to his home.

Harry glared him. The last thing he wanted to make you feel was invadilate your caring, humble and nice feelings towards not just Harry but to everyone.

"Can I steal y/n for a second?" Harry asked smiling down at you and Sarah spat playfully, "she's all yours."

"Uhh..thank you for these." He pointed at the delights you baked for him swelling his heart at your care and you shook your head.

"I love these on you." He indicated to the pearls around your neck. Hooking your finger to unclasp it you mumbled, "do you want it?"

But didn't waited for his answer and secured it around his neck. Shivers running down Harry's spine when the pads of your fingers brushed the baby curls over the nape of his neck.

"Thank you so much." Harry thinks he can't thank you enough. You just keep on giving him reasons to owe you, this's the perfect opportunity to love you and let you know.

He took you to his bedroom quickly going to his wardrobe and you looked around, he has frames of his family and his recently ex-girlfriend.

You don't know about her that deep but you know he was deeply in love with her, if ever you know how much he loves you.

In his recent interview he talked about how he met this person and the new album's all about exploring relationship. You think so the new songs will be about her, she really's so ravishing.

He came back sitting close to you and before you even properly look at him he locked a necklace around you.

A sunflower necklace falling between the valley of your cleavages. Harry has bought this for you in the hope that you'll meet him sometimes in this world again and wore it around his neck during the whole writing process of his album.

You opened the brass golden sunflower and it had 'you're my sunflower' encarved on it.

"You're the only cloud in my mind, the only dream of my heart. Can't stop thinkin' bout you it's been two years." You rubbed soothing circles at his knee closing distance between you two while he confessed his feelings for you.

"Please let me love you.." There was a crease on his forehead and you massaged it away smiling weakly at him because you don't think so if your heart's beating.

"I'm all yours to love." He whined at your words grasping you in his arms and shoving his face inside the crook of your neck.

"Can I kiss ye'?" He asked you and you intervined you fingers in his shaky ones.

Lips brushing his and his eyes fluttered close just at the approximty.

He placed your legs on both side of his torso flushing your chests together and peppering kisses all over your face carefully.

Pressing your temples against eachother when his lips were mere away from yours, and when you molded your hand around his face he leaned into kiss you.

Giving a hot swipe to the cupid bow of your lip, tasting every inch of you. Hands everywhere, kissed you and kissed you and kissed you until you weren't breathing his name.

"Fuck. Tastes just as I imagined." Your head fell against his toned pecs and he placed his lips over your hair hugging you tight for you could become one. His.

"M'little sunflower."

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#imagines #harry styles blurb #harry styles #fluff #sunflower vol. 6 #cute harry

[mrsedmercer]

Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 5: ~Let Them Find You~

Summary: You watch Crimson Peak with your best friend the night before the move, recieving a call before you get to bed.

Warnings: Light swearing, mention of smut from Crimson Peak, emotional talk.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word Count: 1'819

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr

Once you got back home, you spent the last 6 days streaming a bit more, making sure to pack up everything you needed bit by bit every day, packing the streaming equipment last of course. On the night before your flight, you invited your best friend over to watch Crimson Peak together, now that you finally have the time. Your friend had informed you that there apparently was a love scene between Tom and the actress from the live action Alice movies. Oh God. Was it graphic? You didn't ask. You wanted to see it for yourself.

Well-- Okay--

You didn't--

It's not that you WANTED to see it.

It's--It's a scene in the film--

J-Just watch the film.

As the movie went on, you talked with your friend every now again when it seemed like nothing too interesting was happening.

"So, you're all gonna be living in the same neighborhood?" Your friend asked you. "Yeah. It's all being rented out for a set." You replied. "It makes it easier to make it all look realistic. Like, it makes the set appear more natural, or so I'm guessing.." "You're gonna be neighbors with Tom Hiddleston. I swear to God.." Your friend ran their fingers through their hair. They were happy for you. "I know, I still haven't even processed it.." You gave a soft chuckle. "I have to be his love interest, oh my God..."

"You think there's gonna be a kissing scene?" Your friend asked. "Obviously. It's a romantic film." You replied. "I'm pretty sure there's gonna be more than one.." "Oh my God!" Your friend giggled. "You're gonna fuckin' kiss Tom Hiddleston!" "It's purely professional!" You stated, trying to hold back the urge to smile. "It's just acting.." "Your lips get to be on his! That's insane!"

"It's acting!"

"It's a kiss!"

You both started laughing a bit. You didn't want to admit how excited you were for the movie, for more reasons than one. You wanted to act professional about it, but your friend did have a point. While it was acting, it wasn't going to be a stunt double or anything. You'd really have to kiss Tom eventually. What if they make you do multiple takes? Sometimes simple scenes could be taken up to 10 times. Will you get to kiss him 10 times?

Shortly after that conversation was over, you continued to watch the movie with your best friend. Eventually, the love scene showed up. While your friend was a bit of a smiling and giggling mess, you watched with an interested expression. It wasn't lewd or sleazy. It was actually a pretty beautiful scene, especially knowing the context behind the scene. You had to cover your eyes slightly when his...'English Countryside' was shown, your friend just giggling even more.

"Oh my God!" They laughed. "That's actually his ass!" "Stoooppp.." You playfully spoke with a shy smile. "(Y/N), Look! He's got a pretty soft ass.." "Stooooooppppp!.." You giggled, finally able to look at the screen again after a moment, but the scene wasn't over.

"He kinda looks into it, eh?" Your friend smirked at you after calming down. "(BF/N), he's acting.." You gave a shy smile. "He looks into it because he's acting." Your friend clarified, making you give a bit of a shrug. "...Okay, he does look a little bit into it, actually.." You giggled slightly. He's a good actor.

Whenever a ghost or anything creepy would pop up, your friend would curl up and get all nervous, but it didn't bother you as much as you thought it would. The effects were pretty good, but it wasn't really scary. More so interesting.

By the end of the film, you were actually in tears. You didn't expect to get as emotional as you did. Once the film was done, your friend patted your back as you wiped your eyes.

"I didn't expect to cry.." You gave a little chuckle as you sniffled.

"Hit you hard, eh?" Your friend chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, I guess..." You chuckled back, blinking a bit to calm down. You definitely made a mental note to praise Tom's role in the film and the film itself. It was brilliant.

Your friend collected up atheir things once you turned off the TV, following them to the front door.

"Guess I won't be seein' you for a while, eh?" They asked you.

"I'm sure I can fly you down to visit the set eventually.." You smiled. You two would be apart for the first month or so. You'd miss hanging out, but you were still very excited to start your career.

You shared a warm hug before they gave a final little wave, closing the door as they left. You locked it and turned off the outside light, moving into your room to get ready for bed. You brushed your teeth and got into your pajamas, but before you'd get to lay down, your phone went off. You were getting a phone call.

You picked up your phone to check the Caller I.D.

It was Tom.

You immediately answered the call, of course.

"Hi.." You spoke in a soft tone, hearing a slight sigh from the other end before hearing his voice.

"Hi.." He spoke, his voice slightly raspy. Did he sound tired or sad? You weren't sure which.

"H-How are you?" You asked, quietly sitting down at the side of your bed. Another sigh left him.

"N-Not too good, if I'm being honest.." He admitted. "Been a bit of a rough night for me...wanted to talk to someone.."

Awe. You felt a little sad hearing that he wasn't in a good mood. He's always seemed like such a chipper man, as if their wasn't a single thing on this earth that could bring his positivity down.

"Who else have you called? Any family?" You asked curiously. You didn't mean to sound rude asking that. You were just curious.

"No, I called you first, actually.." Tom admitted. That immediately made you blush.

"M-Me?" You blinked, sitting up more.

"Yes, you.." He replied with a slight chuckle. You could practically hear his little smile grow. "I don't know, I just....wanted to hear your voice, I suppose.."

You felt your heart want to jump out of your chest. You had just listened to this man's voice in a movie, and now you're having a personal conversation with him. He's even using that natural charm of his. Maybe he doesn't even realize he's doing that. Either way, he's such a sweetheart.

"I hope that's alright." He spoke again.

"Y-Yeah! That's alright, I'm here.." You admitted with a little smile. He called you first? You almost didn't believe him, but it still warmed your heart.

"What's got you down?" You asked curiously, laying down somewhat with your upper torso still sitting up by leaning back against your pillows.

"I wouldn't say I'm down or sad.." Tom spoke. "More so...tired. Exhausted, even.."

"Exhausted?" You repeated.

"Mhmm.." He hummed. "It's a bit complicated to understand.."

"Try me.." You gave a slight confident smirk, even though he couldn't see it.

You got a little tired chuckle from him. His voice could sound pretty sexy sometimes.

"Ah, well...its just hard moving away from home over and over sometimes.." He admitted. "I had been on a couple dinner dates with a nice girl, but when I told her I'd have to be in America for the film, she didn't want to keep in touch.."

You gave a slight frown. You had heard Tom's public dating life was a bit of a mess, though you didn't believe it was his fault. The media tried to paint Tom as the bad guy, all because he's a man, but you could tell he wasn't like that.

"That's...shitty." You replied, earning another little chuckle from him.

"Yes. Very shitty, though I don't blame her.." He admitted. "Some people cannot handle being away from their partner for long periods of time.."

"Were you two actually together?" You asked.

"We weren't a couple, but I was nearly ready to ask her to go steady.." Tom admitted. That's how it's easy to tell that he's a sweetie. Go steady? That's an old fashioned term.

You loved it, of course. He's such a romantic. It's beautiful.

"You'll find a good girl for you someday, I'm sure." You spoke in an optimistic voice.

"I'm not sure the issue for me is finding a woman. It's keeping her close that I seem to struggle with.." Tom admitted with a slight sad sigh.

"Hey. Every man gets his leading lady.." You reassured with a warm smile.

"I know, I'm just...getting tired of searching, I guess." Tom admitted. "It's exhausting.."

"Then stop searching." You replied with a little shrug. "Maybe you don't need to be the one searching. Let the woman find you this time.."

You had hoped that was good advice. His silence became worrying, making you frown a little.

"...That makes a lot of sense, actually.." He admitted, his voice sounding softer. "Perhaps I'll take up that advice. Thank you.."

You could already hear that he was feeling a little better. That made you happy.

"Anytime." You spoke.

"You ready for tomorrow?"

"Oh definitely! The little neighborhood we get to live in is so quaint and small. I think it's perfect for the film." Tom approved.

"I agree!" You chirped. "You think we're gonna be neighbors?"

"We might." He replied in a positive tone. "I'm very excited to be working with you more."

"The feeling is definitely mutual.." You smiled to yourself. "I'll make sure to bring my best romantic side for the film.."

You got another chuckle from Tom. "Your best romantic side? Do you have multiple romantic sides?" Tom asked curiously. "Yep!" You chirped with a big smile.

"Ahh...perhaps I'd like to see every one of those sides one day.." He gave a little purr. You weren't sure what that meant, but you liked the sound of it. "Sounds pretty good to me.." You gave a slight chuckle, laying back more in bed.

"We've both got to get up rather early, so I guess I should goto sleep.." Tom spoke. You yourself hadn't realised how late it already was. You're not even gonna get 8 hours of sleep at this rate.

"But thank you for talking to me. I really will use that advice. You've really made me feel better."

"You're welcome.." You replied, giving a warmer smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Indeed you will.." Tom spoke in a happy, yet tired tone.

"Goodnight, (Y/N).."

"Goodnight, Tom.."

You both hung up.

You plugged in your phone and turned off all of the lights, looking at all of the suitcases you had waiting for you.

Tomorrow, your new life begins.

For now, get some rest. Tomorrow, you're Tom Hiddleston's leading lady.

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