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medium-rare-bimbo · 9 months

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MINORS DNI

May contain Dubcon, age gap, dark characters, somnophilia, stepcest

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♡ sucking steve and Billy's cocks when they've just finished their basketball practice they suffocate you in their balls

"God you're fucking disgusting bet you're getting off on this arent you?"

"Billy be nice shes too dumb to care about a little bit of sweat"

♡ eddie would bite your boobs </3 would probably make your nipples bleed then flick them through your shirt

♡ I love the whole "stuck in the washing machine" porn plot <3 maybe you hosted a small get together at your house (Nancy, robin, eddie, steve, Jonathan, billy, argyle) and you quickly decide that you need to grab something from your room. Its stored at the back of your bed so you have no other choice but to crawl underneath to get it, unfortunately your bed frame decides to fall just as you were pulling out leaving you stuck with your back arched. Thankfully your friends hear your yells and come to help you but not before they have some fun with you first, you're covered in cum and spit by the end. Your cunt all puffy swollen and sore but your night doesnt end there because they soon find out that they cant Lift the bed :((( meaning they have to call for help, big strong hopper shows up and stretches you out even more but eventually pulls you out from beneath the crushed bed.

♡ billy would 110% fuck you then take pictures of you just to show to his teammates (who tried to flirt with you) that you were his

♡ •whoever• helping there favourite cheerleader stretch, pressing your legs to you chest as they repeatedly hit that special spot that makes you feel all gooey inside

♡ rockstar! eddie fucking you on stage 👁👁

♡ billy/eddie making you cry just so they can wipe your tears and jerk off with them. They're being so mean to you, tears are streaming down your cheeks and dripping onto their cock

♡ mrs wheeler had a bad date night and comes home wine drunk, you're having a sleepover with nancy (whose already asleep) you stumble into the kitchen for a glass of water when you hear her enter. You're not sure how you ended up with her red lipstick smudged between your thighs or your swollen, juice soaked lips but you're not complaining especially when she invites you over the next day

♡ robin really likes your boobs. Almost in a obsessive kinda way. Theyre always so sore and bruised from how much she sucks on them, there are small crescent moon shaped cuts from where she squeezes them aswell as finger shaped marks. Shes always so sorry when you whine in pain as struggle to put your bra on choosing to just pull your shirt on without the wired piece of fabric, her apologies are insincere as she cant help but gawk at your chest and your hardened nipples. It's a win her book

♡ steve x bimbo! reader who loves skating !! He always sees you in your mini skirts and roller skates but can never seem to get the opportunity to talk to you that is until you come into family video looking for some elvis movie for your grandma, despite his charm and flattery you're too dumb to understand his flirting and brush him off he assumed you were playing hard to get and Almost like clock work youd come in every week to return and rent a new movie then indirectly reject him. Steve had gotten tired of the schedule you had both fallen into when he decided to ask you directly

"Are you not interested in me or something? Am I getting the wrong signals? Because everytime i try to flirt with you, you just ignore it. Arr you ju- just not into men? Or-"

"Oh my god! I didnt know you were flirting with me silly! like I dont think you ever said something in a flirty way. And by the way as much as I love women I also totally love men maybe not as much but that's not important. You know if I had known you were flirting I would've soo gone out with you I mean-"

He coudlnt believe his ears, you didnt know he was flirting with you? He used the most obvious pick up lines

"W-wait what do you mean you didnt know I was flirting with you?"

"Well it's not like you asked me to bend over so how was I supposed to know?"

"...I dont think that's flirting"

You felt so bad for him :((( you couldnt believe how dumb you were for not realising sooner </3 luckily for Steve his break was soon which gave you a chance to make up for it, although the storage room was not the ideal place for you to be on your knees you couldnt find a thought to care.

♡ eddie would bite your pussy. Nobody else will say it but he would be devouring your cunt then bite you

♡ breeding kink! With dark! Steve!!! Hed fuck you anytime he gets the chance, bent over the sink? Boom cock in you, in the shower? Boom filled, when you sleep? BOOM BOOM BOOM COCK

♡ sucking on man titties 👁👁

♡ hehe flayed billy making you eat ice before you suck him off because he likes the cold

♡ hopper cucking Phil!! Fucks his pretty lil wife right in front of him, hes tied up with a cock ring !!!! Hopper threatens to knock you up and claim you !!!

♡ argyle jerking off infront of you <3<3 you're getting high in the back of his van and he cant help but get turned on by the look of you, you've always been close and in the drug induced haze you cant help but let him stroke himself especially when he asks so nicely

♡ nancy has so many toys its insane, shes also very adamant about using them on you

♡ eddie in panties!!!! Eddie in panties!! MY PRETTY BOY!!! dont think this means hes going to be submissive for you if anything he gets meaner maybe he makes you wear them after he gets all his cum smeared on the inside

♡ stepdad hopper fingering you under the table at dinner !!! His thick fingers sliding against your gummy walls, he sucks off your juices playing it off as him enjoying his food

♡ billy pulls your pussy apart just to spit on it before eating, sometimes smacks your clit too just so see it swell up, likes forcing his fingers into you so he can feel how you try to push him out. Hes probably tattooed his name on to your mound

♡ eddie pretends to pray before spitting on your clit, he uses his pointer finger to move his salvia around maybe nibbles at it too. He just likes watching your hips jerk towards him, gets him worked up to know that only he can please you

♡ steve kisses your clit but not just a simple peck this man makes out with your clit !!! He sucks and swirls his tongue around it practically forces his faces as close as he can get. He loves tasting you, he loves knowing that you juices linger on him

♡ argyle loves stretching your pussy apart to watch your hole clench around nothing. He thinks your cunt is the prettiest thing hes ever seen and could spend forever looking at it. He eats you out slowly trying to prolong leaving his space between you thighs, his lips are swollen by the end and his face is covered in your juices

♡ Jonathan kisses your clit before going down on you, his mouth is all over you and hes constantly lapping up the juices that spill out of you. His fingers are buried inside of you and are moving from your hole to his mouth

♡ hopper is mean and spits on you aswell as spanks your poor cunt. He fingers you so expertly that you feel like you're in heaven, his mouth never leaves your clit and you're all sensitive the next morning from his moustache. He prolongs your orgasms until your screaming and crying for release

♡ nancy is also mean </3 she gets you on the floor and presses her foot into you covered pussy, she makes it seem like such a hassle to eat you out but her actions contradict as shes always pulling down you panties to press you against her mouth

♡ 001 is the worst of the worst that man loves watching you wither in whatever pain mixed pleasure he gives you, hes so mean and always bites and pinches your clit. You rarely get to cum when he goes down on you, only granting you permission when you're wrapped around his cock

♡ robin is in awe everytime she gets to taste you, shes constantly looking up at you as you whine and moan. Shes spent hours training herself to know your weak spots, she makes you cum so many times that you can barely keep your eyes open. She loves looking at your fucked out face and wet thighs

♡ chrissy is so sweet!! When the rest of the cheerleaders have left the locker room and have gone home you're both left alone. You're feeling bad about not perfecting a move and she has to make sure you're feeling good. She takes her time with you making sure you feel loved, she has you sat on a bench with her kneeling on the ground. Shes suffocating herself between your thighs and she wouldnt have it any other way

♡ innocent(?) Reader wants to know if cocks can get hickeys, luckily her boyfriend/bestfriend is willing to help in her experiment

♡ mean girl! Bimbo! Reader calls dark! Eddie's friendgroup "a bunch of virgin incels" he corners her and forces her into the hellfire room. He then shows her how much of a "virgin incel" he is

♡ prince! Steve, banished! Eddie, rival! Prince! Billy, royal painter! Jonathan (no cameras so hes a painter now) royal cook! Argyle, king! hopper, princess! Nancy, royal advisor! Robin x maid! Reader (maybe not all at once but the thoughts are there)

♡ mechanic! Scumbag! Eddie who always says theres something wrong with bimbo! Readers car just so he can see her, he always gets under the car when youre wearing your infamous mini skirts. Hes so nice to you and you get him lunch when hes been working so hard <3<3 his only desired payment is your tight warm hole <3<3<3<3<3<3

♡ 001 getting obsessed with Billy's girlfriend after he possesses him <3<3 hunts you down after billy is killed, traps you in the creel house to be his housewife

♡ hopper breed me challenge, want to be his dumb personal fleshlight whose only good for being his house wife

♡ argyle hate fucking dominos worker! Reader

♡ perv! eddie has a set of dice that has been blessed by your pussy, thinking innocent! reader wanted to know how to play dnd and goes to eddie only for him to get carried away and just stuffing you with dice. Probably got bored and somehow convinced you to get on his lap, he held your down as he rubbed your clit as he forced the 20 sided die inside of you. He keeps a die on him at all times tucked away in his jeans, it's his good luck charm the rest get stored next to his bedside table where he kisses them goodbye before hellfire

♡ mrs wheeler boobs in my mouth please !!!!!! Got a vibrator pressed against eachother, she calls me her little baby and I just AEAKSBWON

♡ being Jonathan's girlfriend and coming to meet his parents only to be face first in Joyce's pussy with hoppers fat cock in your womb <3<3<3

♡ innocent(?)! Stalker! Reader takes pictures of herself naked, posed on her teddy pair, in her cotton panties, in the shower, fingers deep in her cunt just so she can give them to her favourite people. Thankfully shes always wore long skirts and baggy cardigans so nobody can trace back whose body it is

♡ I'm still not a furry but I 170% believe that eddie needs a bunny girlfriend (aka me)

♡ vampire eddie chasing down nymph! Fairy! reader to have his way with her

♡ bear! Hopper fucking bunny! Reader over fallen tree maybe it's just regular hopper and his fairy/nymph! Fuck toy

♡ AAAAA dark! Eddie coming home after a bad day finding you sleeping on the couch, he needs relief and you're the perfect thing. He climbs on top of you fucking you awake with his pierced cock.

♡ billy cums on your pussy before the day starts just so your cunt gets nice and moisturized with his seed

♡ eddie walks around the trailer with his hand down his pants he says it's to keep them warm but hes really just touching himself

♡ picnic in the woods where I just get fucked dumb and fed fruit <3 taken back to a cabin where I'm all warm and naked near the fire <3<3<3<3<3<3

♡ 👁👁 Murray keeping nymph! Reader as a pet as much as he likes his strange horny creature he cant keep up with your stamina so calls for backup from his good ol friend hopper

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #jonathan byers x reader #argyle x reader #001 x reader #henry creel x reader #chrissy Cunningham x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #joyce byers x reader #karen wheeler x reader #enzo x reader #jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #bimbo reader #succubus reader

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channoticedmeuwu · 11 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 — 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐖𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃?

p — CHOI BEOMGYU × FEM!READER | g — suggestive, fluff, frenemy!beomgyu | w — mentions of slight claustrophobia, a bad kisser, kissing scene, gyu's kinda annoying pull up bro

a/n — because of 230610 beomgyu need I say more. + this kind of sucks idk why but I mean I need the idea out of my drafts sorry y'all

“beomgyu, please.”

your fingers were gripping beomgyu's jacket— your lips burned from the previous make out session you absolutely regretted, lipstick smeared and desperation fluttering with your pretty eyelashes as you pleaded, blinking at beomgyu. “just a few seconds, I can't let him see me.”

you'd just ‘ran away’ from a guy beomgyu had set you up with— or at least tried to— after realizing he was a terrible kisser with a lot of opinions that would be better off inside his mind. and you were fed up with the constant ‘girls aren't good kissers without experience’ opinion he had, right after calling you a good kisser. he had completely messed up your make up, abruptly landing a kiss on your lips right in the middle of the dance floor. hot bodies against each other and blaring music, causing you an overload of senses.

your eyes stared at beomgyu, who was tall enough, especially with the platform boots he wore tonight. so even with you holding him down, gripping him for dear life wasn't enough to make the two of you see eye to eye. he ran his thumb over your eyebrow with a smile, his fingers adorned in silver rings felt cold against your skin— your eyes absorbing his appearance, your heart beating with anxiety.

“aren't you cute,” he chuckled, making you let out a panicked giggle, “you want me that bad?”

“don't get ahead of yourself,” you stood to your toes, your action making beomgyu lace his finger around your waist in support, “i don't want you, I need you.”

now, that sounded completely different in your head. you needed him to save your ass, you didn't need him in that way. not charming old beomgyu, who kicked the back of your knees when you'd be walking to class. not beomgyu, who'd scrunch up his face everytime you'd walk past and ask if you've taken a shower, especially when your hair were obviously wet. not beomgyu, who'd smack your head from behind and point to the closest person near the two of you when you'd ask, “what the fuck, gyu!?”

so what was it about this beomgyu, the beomgyu who was humming at you and tracing your skin with his initial, the beomgyu whose eyelashes you insisted to do before the party because you realized that he had amazing lashes. the beomgyu who was lazily blinking at you, a blush creeping on his cheeks, adam's apple trembling, “need?”

“you heard me,” but you decided this beomgyu was different, this wasn't the same beomgyu at all. no, his eyes looked different in the flashing lights, his fingers moved up and down your back like he was trying to earn a reaction out of you, but it wasn't working at all, especially when you tightened your grip around his collar in desperation.

and it probably meant something that your first instinct was to look for beomgyu when that horrible kiss happened, and you suddenly realized that staring at his face. beomgyu scrunched his nose at you.

“please.” you said as you turned your head, checking to see if anyone came around the corner looking for you.

“and what's in it for me?”

you were starting to get impatient. you started tapping the floor with your foot, shaking him slightly with a whine, nervously pink in the cheeks. “alright, alright,” he pulled you against the wall right beside the two of you as he heard someone say your name right behind the corner, “but you owe me.”

“anything,” you giggled as he put his arms next to your face against the wall, his body hiding you. he had his eyes closed, forehead against yours, and you could feel your heartbeat chatter your teeth as the echoing of your name got closer.

but somehow, you were still not satisfied.

anyone could still peak over beomgyu's shoulder and see you, your bold make up and your recognizable face. “beom,” you whispered, your breath falling on his lips, the footsteps growing closer, “what if—”

but then he cut you off, lips on your own, a hand guiding your thigh around his hips; he had you pinned. the scent of smoke made its way up your nose as he mumbled, eyes slowly opening, causing his eyelashes to flutter against your cheeks. “hand. hair.”

immediately, you snaked your hands up his hair, unusually soft and—well, they smelled good. the image you had of beomgyu as the annoying asshole who picked on you in the halls was merging into something else, like ripples of water settling down to show a proper picture. beomgyu was holding you in a way you've never been held, his voice humming and his lips in a smile against yours.

and was it that bad to admit that he was getting you more nervous than being found by the guy you were trying to avoid? he'd mutter a little ‘ah!’ that would travel like current throughout your body, especially when you'd turn your head to check if anyone would find you like this; pinned against the wall, eyelids shut tight, his hands underneath your blouse and on your skin. and the idea of that made your face turn redder than the whimpers beomgyu was letting out to tease the fuck out of you.

“you're such a shit kisser,” he mumbled with a giggle that definitely sounded like he felt the opposite, when someone turned around the corner, calling beomgyu's name.

“gyu—oh, fuck.”

beomgyu placed a hand on the back of your neck as he turned, gently nudging your face into his shoulder. “yeah? dude, I'm busy?”

“yeah. shit— I mean, yeah.” then with a stutter at beomgyu's annoyed expression, he continued, “have you seen y/n anywhere?”

“the fuck, dude?”

“nevermind.”

and as the body turned around the corner, beomgyu turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “you can look up now.”

and he saw your face— lips puffy, sweat beading underneath your eyes, panting from the adrenaline, hair disheveled from the friction against the wall— you were a mess. and you were laughing like a maniac.

“dude, you're good,” you just chuckled as beomgyu cocked his head to the side, tongue in cheek. “like me that much?”

“beomgyu, no!”

“mhm, then let go of me.”

and that's when you realized you still had his hair in your hands, your forehead against his, and your legs around him. you muttered a defeated fuck, standing to your feet and getting ready to walk away, cheeks burning.

“hey,” he asked, pouting as he bent lower to look at you, “no thank you kiss for me?”

“is that what I owe you?”

he thought for a second as he clicked his tongue, back leaning against the wall as he thrust his hands into his pockets. “mhm,” he finally nodded, tapping his lips which were glittering from your lipgloss.

“right here.”

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privitivium · 2 months

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hii, hope ure doing alright. could u do a bully yan who’s like trying to deny their feelings for reader but can’t help but feel so desperate for them. maybe make it dark?

sure pal. i love yandere bullies/delinquents.... hooray! sorry for any mistakes :3 request more bully/delinquent stuff its my favorite !!!! Mwah!!! edited the tags! thanks anon!!

domtop yandere bully x subbot loner reader!

both amab! cw;; degredation, noncon - drugging, hints of stalking, perverted thoughts in general... mentions of spreading nudes but nothing is spread besides cheeks

he couldn't stand you. simply put! you fucking disgusted him. what's your problem, acting all haughty (ㅡshy) and disgusted (ㅡanxious) everytime he tries to talk to you-? it cant be because he teases you - it's friendly teasing! - you ruin everything with your sensitivity. it's your own fault that he fucks with you. trying so hard to get you to be isolated so that no one would wanna be your friend - leaving you all by your lonesome for him to swoop by and pick you up like a prince charming... that will never happen. you'd like that though, right? ㅡ you get all flustered to the point where you cant even talk when he's apprehending you and fucking with you. torturing you... pulling at your clothes, flicking you, gripping your bicep a little too hard to leave bruises but not yet outwardly fucking you up... can't you commend him for that?

knee bouncing at a rapid pace as he sits at his desk a few rows from yours - trying so hard to ignore your soft laughter, sitting with some guy... you were both so painfully idiot loser nerds. it only makes sense that you would try to befriend someone as pathetic as you, huh?! gritting his teeth, hands over his ears - fidgeting in place. trying to resist the urge to stand up and toss his desk at you. what an embarrassment, letting himself think this way about some fucking nobody?!?! he hates it. he doesn't even like you. he hates it!!

ㅡhates the way he thinks about your... disgusting body and what your... fingers would feel like in his mouth... what his dick would feel like all snug inside you... h-how your... chest would feel... under his fingertips... his heart aching painfully in his chest at the horrible thoughts in his mind, feeling breathless as he holds his arms crossed over his front in attempts to comfort himself - glaring at you from afar as you sit, undisturbed and obviously enjoying the time he spends away from you.

gods, you're horrible. someone needs to teach you a lesson on how to not affect peoples thoughts... hn. isn't that right? shaking a pill bottle in hand faintly as he watches you slink in the direction of your home after a rough day of not picking on you - he knew your guardians work schedule this week, so of course ... this would be such a fine night to show you who's boss, huh? of course you don't get a say in this, disgusting freak. waiting til dawn before lurking around your neighborhood. you weren't one to hangout with anybody, nor go anywhere. you were too... nervous for any of that stuff... the thought of it makes him all giddy - for you to depend on him?! sloppily tattooed hand itching to be shoved down the front of his pants and paint your window white-!

entering your home was so damn easy too - it's like you knew what he was doing and wanted this to happen? keeping the spare key under a plethora of rocks near the front door - it was tedious having to look for it at first, but he's sure he'll get his good karma...

all the lights were off and it wasn't as hard as he thought to navigate through the darkness of your house... nearly giggling to himself as he opens the door to your room, there you lay, sleeping in your bed against the wall. nearing your unconscious form.. dick spraining against his jeans about the thoughts of what he'll finally fucking do to youㅡgods, it felt so good... to be able to touch you like this in the comfort of your own room. i mean, yeah, you were crying and struggling now, but... you kinda dont matter right now... climbing over you, so heavy-! holding you down... your struggling and crying out form - shhh... slapping his hand over your mouth and forcing a pill down your throat - the painful ache of tears striking your eyes and gagging on his fingers made you all the more disgusted with yourself.

ㅡenough of all that "how did you get inside my house?" nonsense... you're kinda ruining the mood. he's kidding, he really likes when you cry. lifting his fingers to your eyes - you jerk your head away, chest heaving and nearly pissing your pants at the reality of your bully inside your bedroomㅡyou were just trying to sleep; heart pounding against your ribcage and feeling nauseous and weak - what the fuck did you swallow? you're all... fucked up. lazy and slow... but blood shoots to your cock as though you took some kind of nyquil and you're heaving, trying so hard to form a coherent sentence;; "ㅡi don't... don't touch me... f-fuck, please, ple-ease.." you were so scared of him... don't worry, silly...

he laughs, shrugging off his jacket and kicking off his shoes - having come off of you... knowing you didnt have the strength to run. "shut up, will you? youre always so damn whiny..." he huffs in a mildly humorous tone, before yanking the blanket off your body... your pitiful frame jolting in surprise, but not doing much else besides laying there with an aching tent pitched in your stupid ass pajama pants...

the blanket discarded on the floor - lamp turned on dimly - and he resumes his position so eagerly hunched over you, taking in your flushed form in the dim lighting. shoving your shirt up and yanking your pants - boxers down to your knees, sleeping in clothes instead of in boxers like a normal person? youre so weird... planting sloppy, messy kisses all over your naked chest as you whine and whimper like a damn injured little dog - as he humps into your thigh and nearly cumming as he sucks on your hard little nipple - feeling the bud react to his elicit licking... mmfgh. your cock... so pretty.. flushed with neediness and leaking against his clothes. he's never going to wash these clothes...

ㅡ"don't... don' wantt this. theyre gonna come home... n' ur gonna be all .. in trouble..." complaining in a slurring voice... ur so silly. he cant get enough of you.

"why's your dick all hard? it should be soft if you really dont want this, no?" he snickers as he sits up - glancing down at the mess all over his front as you whine from loss of contact. "stupid fucking idiot... so damn irritating. acting like you don't fucking want this when you parade around the halls - acting so shy... hn."

taking the time to slide two digits up your erected dick... the feeling of his fingers along your prick sends electricity up your spine, butterflies swarming your tummy and you faintly fear you were going to throw up on him in such an embarrassing moment - you shake your head weakly, drool dribbling passed your chin which you try to wipe away, he didnt find the use in restraining you, being much stronger than you anyway - "nn-nuh uh.. i don't.." your trembling hands going to grip his wrist to try and tug him away... him, easily shaking away your hands from his... not that he really minded at all - you were a weak little thing, and he didnt mind being touched. what a sight! you, all for him... nearly sobbing... so cute. he cant help himself... dick aching, still snug in his boxers..

"does it hurt?" trailing his hand down your bitten, hickey-ridden chest - grinning softly at your whimper, feeling his face set aflame at your little noises and the mere feeling of you underneath his fingertipsㅡ"n-no..." you answer, voice choked up and breathless as though you've been doing all the heavy lifting.. so typicalㅡ"it will," he murmurs, without elaborating. reveling in your mild surprise - it's the best you can show while fucked out. he's sure to make you feel so good that you won't tell. you won't right?? of course not! fingerfucking you, cooing at you for being a stupid little whore sucking his fingers in your "tight little hole" before he has the gall to shove his much fatter cock inside you... wanting you to feel the sting of your walls stretched further - feel the fucking pain!

fucking you into your bed - ignoring your mute crying and whining as it only fueled him, fingers slick in his cum shoved in your mouth - telling you he was recording, but there was no phone nor camera placed... he just liked the feeling of your hole clamping down on his meaty cock in fright.. squirming against his bulky body. so futile, ur not going anywhere silly... nor are you telling anyone! he's gonna blackmail you, show everyone how much you love your big body bully thrusting his prick in your lazily stretched hole. it's shown all over your face... lips parted and drooling on your pillow, tears sliding down your cheeks, eyes rolled back and gasping every time his hips slap into yours.

he.. loves taking pictures of you while in this vulnerable state... for safekeeping, he pets your cheek. he'd love to see that embarrassed face, flushed with tears and hunched over in a pathetic form of cowering if he were to spread them all over the school... but they were his pictures. only for him to ogle at and to use for masturbating. his!! but oh... he... wants to see the fear in your eyes seeing your "friends" laughing at your whorish body messy with cum with a cock limp and leaking in-between your pretty thighs... but no! that's his cock to look at !!! augh, the dilemma..

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wonysugar · 5 months

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need sugarmommy wonyyyy

i need her too anon, i need ha tew..

okay but genuinely talking,, sugarmommy wonyoung would be so elegant? the rich, cold, collected and intimidating classy ceo that everyone knows and admires? yeah, that’s her. her name, jang wonyoung, would ring in your ears everytime you heard it. you’d grin just from spelling it out in your own head.

but that’s just because you admired her for other reasons.

the way you met her was truly unexpected but so very welcome though, you created an account on some local sugarmommy finding app that liz showed you a girlie’s gotta get her bag somehow. it was fairly average from the start, couple of matches here and there, but nothing really clicked.

that is, until you matched with her, of course.

you already knew who she was beforehand, which kinda made you wonder if this was the real deal? her texting habits made it clear to you, however, this was really her. she was just so eloquent with her words, so.. assertive? you felt hypnotized by simple pixels on your cellphone’s screen, your eyes slightly widening as she called you fancy nicknames like darling and sweetheart during casual conversation. she was so persuasive, you just wanted her to take complete control of your life from the get-go.

and to nobody’s surprise, that feeling just grew stronger each time you went out with her.

she’d always walk into the restaurants, expensive handbags and rings in hand, all because “coming empty-handed to a date would simply be ill-mannered of her”. hell, wonyoung even asked you which country you wanted to visit so she knew where to fly her private jet to next. she spoiled you rotten, really, and she didn’t even ask anything of you for the first few dates, and remained patient and attentive with you. she simply wanted to make you happy.

up until around 5 dates later.

she finally offered to bring you back to her mansion, after confessing that she secretly bought some lingerie she thought would suit you, and that she’d just love to see you try it on for her. yknow, a silly excuse to get you to see how big her house was.

you later figured out that her house wasn’t the only thing that was big!

this woman surprisingly had the most kinky objects in her possession, handcuffs, flogs, ropes, you name it. christian grey style, if you will. wonyoung, so composed and charming when it came to important meetings, yet so animalistic and rough when it came to sex. of course, she started slowly, asking you if you were ready for what was about happen, letting you know of a safe word, etc.

once that was done, she immediately got to work. planting rough kisses all over your body, muttering about how you were her pretty little thing and how nobody else could have you. you were hers, and she made sure to let you know of that.

i mean, you understood that pretty quickly when she roughly pounded your cunt with her probably-expensive-as-shit strap on. you didn’t even know rich people had those, and she didn’t even care if it hurt you. she wanted to fuck you good, and that’s what was bound to happen. her fingers rubbed on your throbbing clit insanely well, you could tell she had an insane amount of experience from the way she leaned into your ear and whispered praises into it. she’d treat you with unlimited amounts of respect anywhere else, but definitely not when she’s in her giant bedroom, stretching you out<33

oh and also, can we please talk about how stern this woman would be? you’d be begging, pleading her to go slower and she’d say something like “i don’t remember telling you that you could speak, love.” LIKE OU?? yes ma’am i am silent

or even in your day to day life?? bringing you to some expensive ass store that sells dresses with price tags that look like they could pass as math equations, you’d try and convince her that it’s too much and that she could you always buy you something cheaper elsewhere and her just shutting you down immediately going “nono, pick one, y/n, i absolutely insist.” like FUCKCK??

#jang wonyoung x female reader #ive jang wonyoung #wonyoung #wonyoung ive smut #ive #smut #kpop gg #female reader #ive smut #wonyoung ive #jang wonyoung ive #anon asks #anon #jang wonyoung

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RUNAWAY FROM ME - CHAPTER 1

Pairing - Tommy Shelbly x oc

Summary - Deirdre ran from her life of misery for her own safety. However, she managed to run back into the arms of an angel she once knew, now known as The Peaky Blinder Devil. In which he has no intentions of letting her run away from him again.

Warnings - Dark content, noncon, dub con, explicit themes, lovers to enemies to lovers, slow burn kinda, Tommy needs a hug.

Word count - 5.2k+

Notes - First chapter complete woohoo. Thoughts highly appreciated. And let me know if I should make a tag list.

CHAPTER 1

Arrow House, Warwickshire - Morning, July 23rd 1924

She was in his dreams. Or as he believed to be nightmares. Teasing him of her immaculate beauty that he so desperately longed to forget. In Tommy’s visions, he was running after her, chasing her like his life depended on it. But she was running in slow motion, the way that her silk brunette hair bounced in line with her steps. But Tommy could feel his heart pound in his chest, his throat dry as he was panting after her. So desperately trying to catch up to her. Right when he’d think he’d finally catch her, the light would shine brightly and she’d disappear.

Every morning, Tommy woke up alone. He laid there, only for a few minutes reflecting on his inner demons conjured in his sleep. Every morning, he woke to the torturous hardness in his lower region. However, he refused to touch himself, refused to pleasure himself in the memory of her.

It all started in the hospital. Tommy thought he was dead. All because he saw her charm, the sight that he had longed for, even after all of these years. She looked like an angel, her luscious hair rested on her shoulders as her light brown eyes blinked to him. His body missed her, but his mind, oh how it still despised her. That’s how he knew he wasn’t dead. Because he didn’t feel that warmth to see her again, to think of her.

Somehow, she pushed him through his recovery. This urge to want to heal so he could finally take the journey to find her. In his hallucinations, he was back in the tunnels, face covered in dirt and smoke as he was crawling in hopes to finally reach her. Tommy heard her call his name down the hole. As if she needed him to save her. In his sleep, he called her name over and over again. “Deirdre…” It left him a desperate man who took morphine to numb his thoughts rather than his physical trauma.

Tommy sat on the edge of his king size bed, his fingernails ran through his scalp, brushing over his healing stitches as he mumbled to himself, shaking his head lightly. He stood up and looked out the window, across the greenery of his estate.

His wife had been shot. She took a fucking bullet for him. Tommy was still grieving, everyone knew so but wouldn’t dare to speak a word to him. There was no one else Tommy blamed but himself, his lifestyle killed a good woman, the mother to his only child. A woman that made him feel like a better person. Somebody that made him forget of his past affection, which was a dagger dug deep into his back.

And how was he mourning her now? By getting fucking hard by his vex. By the woman that broke him, changed him into a monster that many now fear. She destroyed his happiness, and now he wished to never feel such emotion again. The woman that was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She was the only person that Tommy showed his complete vulnerability to, he gave her all that he had, and how did she fucking repay him? Everytime he thought of her, it urged his desires to make her atone for her failures to honor him.

Tommy changed into his suit and headed downstairs into his office as he slid his pistol into his holster. Polly was sitting by his desk, a cup of hot tea in hand as she turned her head to him.

“Polly, what brings you here?” Tommy asked as he reached his desk for some forms in the draw.

“Just checking up on you Tommy” she replied, a content look on her face.

Tommy hummed with a nod as he stood behind his desk. He debated if he should tell Polly of his dreams, wondering if she’d be able to help him. But the thought of mentioning her name again, after all of these years lit the cold hearth in his body.

Polly gave him a knowing look and Tommy couldn’t help but to mentally grin. He slid the papers inside of his pocket.

“I’m dreaming of the past Polly” Tommy disclosed emotionlessly.

A raise of the eyebrow. “Which past?”

His stern expression didn’t flinch at her act. “You know what I’m speaking of” Tommy responded as he lit himself a cigarette.

“Yes, I do” Polly confessed.

“Well?”

“She’s always been by your side Tommy, even though you turn your head from her. Keep your ears blocked from her cries” Polly sighed, looking hopeful in his doubts.

“Because she so ever deserves my help” Tommy empathized, shaking his head. “She distracts me. Weakens me in my most vulnerable state. Why Pol?” Tommy asked, leaning towards her, his hands on his hips.

Why did she come back to haunt him so menacfully now? After all of this time, why did she choose to torment him when he has so much on the line? For his business, his family, his future, his son. A part of Tommy hoped that she was dead. But feared that he would never be satisfied if he couldn’t find her.

“Perhaps she needs you” Polly suggested, a slight shrug of the shoulders. The thought of Tommy doing such an act angered him.

“Fucking-” Tommy muttered, shaking his head at the thought of her.

“Where are you going?” She inquired.

“To London. My brothers and I feel an urge to celebrate my recovery. It is our last night of freedom before we bury ourselves into this job” Tommy explained as he walked out of the room. “And tell her to get out of my fucking head!” Tommy shouted, shaking his head at the thought of her.

“Perhaps you’ll be able to say it to her yourself” Polly mumbled to herself, sipping on her tea as she listened to the voices in her head.

Oh how he hated her, the woman that he loved, but never actually knew. The one that split his soul in half.

But after this last job, the security of a new life. Tommy would finally look for her, he would get her with the catchpole no matter where she was, no matter who she was. It was time for Tommy to kill his repressions which his last ounce of humanity discouraged himself from doing.

Kensington, London - Almost midnight, July 22rd 1924

Unphased, that’s how Deirdre looked in the backseat of the cab even though her thoughts were screaming. Her fingers played with each other as she noticed the driver looking at her through the mirror. Almost there, just a few more minutes, a couple more streets to turn down. All of the streets were dark and empty, Deirdre’s tired eyes blinked as the car rolled up to the address. She quickly paid the fee and exited the vehicle, the street lamp lit by the familiar berkshire bricked Edwardian house.

It was late, too late for visitors but Deirdre felt too on edge to book a room. She didn’t know where could be trusted anymore, where was safe, her face was recognised in the high ends and targeted in the low. Deirdre held onto her small luggage bag in one hand and brushed back her silky brunette hair with the other.

Deirdre was on the run, again. She had lost track of how many times she’s done it now. But she knew that this time, there was no mercy if she was caught. There was no forgiveness if she dared to go back to beg for it. The acts she had committed would result in nothing but a brutal death. Not even her father would excuse her behavior. She needed to be free, far away from the British lands. Deirdre dreamt of the sun and warmth in California. It could be a fresh start, a new life, the welcoming of peace and freedom.

It wasn’t a guaranteed welcome when she rang the doorbell. It had been a few years since their eventful last encounter. They could have easily relocated somewhere else. But Deirdre had no other safe haven. The front porch returned to silence as Deirdre waited patiently. She saw the hallway light bright up through bay box sash windows.

The door creaked open, Emily’s green eyes poked through the crack of the door. Deirdre sighed out and dropped her head in relief. The door opened wide as Emily looked her up and down, dressed up in her night robe and her blonde hair tied up into a bun. It took a moment for Emily to recognise her.

“Deirdre! Why- What?” Emily was lost for words as she pulled her inside, safe from the chilly air.

Deirdre dropped her luggage onto the ground and embraced her intensely. The first sign of care that she had gotten in the past few months. As she blinked back her tears, Deirdre shuddered against her friend. But quickly straightened her posture and plastered a mask on her face.

“Come, come. Sit down, I will make us some tea” Emily ordered politely.

Deirdre was led into the reception room and Emily helped her slip off her overcoat and hung it on the hook. Her eyes looked around the room, Deirdre couldn’t help but to feel slightly envious of the family portraits on the wall. However, this silence was tranquil.

Deidre sat on the two seater couch with her legs crossed over as she anxiously patted her hair. She adjusted her cream corsetless dress and tugged down at her sleeves. Emily walked over with tea, a small hopeful smile on her lips as she poured the boiling liquid into her aynsley teacup. Deirdre looked out the window, the moonlight shone through the sheers.

“It’s been forever” Emily acknowledged as she poured the tea into her own teacup.

“It has” Deirdre replied politely, her southern Irish accent still as strong as Emily remembered.

They spoke quietly, Emily’s young children were asleep in the other rooms. But also because Deirdre felt on edge that there were ears in the walls.

“A part of me never expected to see you here again” Emily hesitantly admitted, her eyebrows jumping at the memory of the last time she saw her.

“Yes, I certainly thought the same” Deirdre retorted as she sipped on her tea.

There was a silence as Emily waited for Deirdre to spill her guts. But Deirdre was holding back, because if she cracked, the great deal of her despair would crash down her masquerade.

“I apologize for arriving so late, and without notice. Is Max home?” Deirdre raised an eyebrow.

“Work in Germany” Emily nodded. “There is no need to apologize, I promised you a safe spot and I’m glad that you’re here” she assured gently. “Will you be staying for long?” Emily asked.

No she will not be. Deirdre needed to be far from London as soon as she could. Her husband never knew the depths of their friendship, the arrogant bastard hardly remembered her name, but if he was to become suspicious of her whereabouts, Deirdre needed to be gone without a trace.

“Just for the night” Deirdre promised. “I merely needed some advice” she nodded.

“Which is?” Emily asked nervously.

“I need to do something, in order to free myself from this life. I could only gather so much on such short notice. All I know is how to run with nothing and it’s always gotten me caught. I need to figure out a way to get ahead” Deirdre explained, the steam of the tea warmed her cold lips.

Emily hummed and set her tea down on the table. She was an honest woman, who married an honest man and they lived an honest life. However, Emily wasn’t always honest, she was clever in her acts, a true damsel in distress when needed be.

Deirdre sighed heavily and blinked her weary eyes. “I’m tired Emily, so, so tired. I cannot rest, I cannot live. My body can only take so much. If my life of burden is not taken by another, I fear I will do it myself” Deirdre promised, her expression dry of humor.

“I can-”

“No” Deirdre cut her off, her hand raised in warning.

“Max would have-”

“No” Deirdre reinforced. “Being here already makes me feel guilty and nervous enough. I need to be gone within the next day. He will be coming for me if he is already not” Deirdre elucidated, her expression stern but her eyes showed how terrified she truly was.

Emily sighed and batted her lashes.

“Eden Club, no Scots or Irish are ever seen there. Most are rich, harmless travelers from America” Emily recommended. “Many are easily charmed by the native beauty” she added.

“Who owns it?” Deirdre asked cautiously.

“Ah-” Emily wondered, her fingers tapping on her chin. “Some Italian gangster, Sabini I recall” Emily confirmed, remembering the sight of the man on her spontaneous night a few years ago. “I will be able to get you some powder in the morning” Emily said. “Just be cautious who you choose” she raised her finger to her. Deirdre hummed and finished her tea.

Shortly after, Emily led her to the guest bedroom and bidded her goodnight. As she stripped to change into her nightwear, Deirdre stared at the large bruise across her outer right thigh through the mirror. Accompanied by the many scars and small bruises all over her small fragile body.

She crawled into the bed, her body immediately falling asleep but her eyes stayed awake. Her ears could hear the clock’s hands tick on the wall and her heart thud in her chest. All whilst she stared at the door, awaiting for someone to open it.

When Deirdre finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep, she saw her brute of a husband chasing after her. She was running across an open field, but he was hot on her tail. Deirdre’s heart was in her throat as she heard his brutal voice call out to her, to summon her back to him. But Deirdre wouldn’t stop, she couldn’t stop. Refused to submit to him ever again.

As she tripped on the ground, her body was flipped over and her eyes widened at the sight of him. Where did he come from? The warmth on his cheeks still looked the same after all of this time. A lopsided smile on his lips accompanied by his crinkles around those ocean blue eyes.

His face was angelic, but she felt his claws dig into her shoulders. She squirmed underneath him, cried out for anyone to save her, but he was dragging her down the grass which had turned into the dirt roads of Small Heath by her ankles. Her body twisted over, her hands digging into the gravel, crying for salvation, for mercy. But she knew that she had to pay for her crimes against him.

When Deirdre woke up from her nightmare, her body shot up as she was panting for air. She had forgotten about the man that she once loved. Yes, she heard his name at times in conversation, but they lived in different worlds. She always knew she was safe from ever crossing paths with him, her family would never dare to do business with him, nor go against him.

The last she heard was his wife taking a bullet for him, her husband laughed and asked her if she’d do the same for him. But if she had the choice, she’d be the one to fire the gun at him, her dear husband.

But to dream of him, after all of these years. Tonight of all nights. He was a changed man, ruthless, heartless, barbaric. It made Deirdre feel sick to her stomach, she ran to the ensuite and threw up in the toilet. As she flushed the toilet and washed out her mouth in the bassinet, Deirdre plodded back to the bed and laid stiffly.

He was planted in her thoughts now, she needed to get out of London. Fearing that another wolf had picked up her scent and was ready to catch her like she was the helpless lamb in the field.

Soho, London - Evening, July 23rd 1924

Tommy saw her stand on the straight wide road. The beaming sun warmed his pale skin as he studied her. He walked to her slowly, her back towards him as she wore a white dress. It was quiet, he felt the wind blow gently and heard his calm breathing.

As he stood directly behind her, his hands brushed over her shoulder, up to the back of her neck. Tommy gently pushed her soft hair to the side as he pressed his mouth to her ear. He heard her breathe out, her body relaxed back up against his as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Tommy…” she whispered.

Tommy woke from his light sleep when Arthur and John bursted into the hotel room, bottles of expensive champagne in their hands and foul words dripping from their lips. There was a confident smirk on his lips, he sat up on the made bed and brushed over his suit, still fully dressed. They were pulling out the champagne glasses and popping open the bottles.

Without a word, he headed into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Tommy stared at himself in the mirror, his blue eyes wide and jaw stern. Arthur and John could be heard clearly, drinking piss and smelling snow, ready for their big night.

“I feel you with me” Tommy breathed out slowly, his eyes shut. “Oh, how fate wants us together again. It demands you pay for your crimes against me” He sighed softly. “And I’d be a fool if I showed you leniency” he swore.

Arthur banged his hands on the door. With a heavy blink, Tommy opened the door and gladly accepted the glass in hand. Through one gulp, the glass was empty. The brothers cheered Tommy on and quickly refilled his glass.

They were oblivious to the thoughts that dripped out of Tommy’s mind. No one ever really knew what he was thinking of. He was an enigma, so difficult to analyze, purely emotionlessly at many critical times. Everyone always thought that Tommy never really cared about anything anymore, since the war, except for his business.

Arthur wrapped his slender arms around his brothers and pulled them in close. “One last night as brothers, eh John? Eh Tom?” Arthur asked, a gleeful smile on his lips.

“Of course brother” John nodded in content.

“I feel this night will be one to remember” Tommy acknowledged and looked to his brothers dramatically.

"What is it Tommy?" John frowned with Arthur's expression following.

Tommy breathed deeply and nodded his head. "I've been dreaming of the past, and I dreamt of a wide straight road with the woman of my past standing right in middle of it. I feel her with me, she calls my name on this night" Tommy confessed.

Eden Club, Soho - Night, 23rd July 1924

One drink, two, three, four? Deirdre lost count on how many drinks she allowed this American lawyer to purchase her. The plan was to get him knocked out, not her. She needed to slow herself down, the eagerness to rob him blind had her high on alderline. The thrill of breaking free, running away for good was too much for her mind, emotions and body to handle.

She had been throwing up all day. Every second she wasted brought her husband a step closer to her. The powder was hidden in her purse and Emily was correct. It wasn’t hard to seduce an American. Jack was assertive, clearly up himself. He had daddy's money to lean on anyways, he had security. She did not.

It was hard to hear any form of conversation over the jazz music echoing around the walls. As her eyes darted around, she saw everyone was either intoxicated or high on the sweet melodies. Nobody was watching her, Emily was right, she was safe.

Deirdre’s fingers traced around the rim of the martini glass as the melodies calmed her nerves. The conversation Jack made was muffled, Deirdre’s mind miles away from reality. His hand brushed through his blonde hair as his eyes undressed her.

Deirdre truly was a sight for sore eyes. If she was on the streets, people would stare. That did not please her husband. The many that knew of his nature, forced themselves to look away. Hearing the many tales of what happened if he felt a slight bit of jealousy. A need to ensure ownership over her.

The navy silk v neck dress curved her petite body perfectly. A parting gift from Emily, a token of good fortune. Only time would tell if Deirdre still had it in her. If her confidence had not been completely broken. She felt the pearl necklace, she'd sell it as soon as she was free.

Jack leant over to her, a seductive look in his dark brown eyes. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and it made her feel nauseous. “Later, I want to bring you back to my suite, and fuck you all night” he confessed, a confident smirk on his lips.

Drunken men were always foul. Focused on the outside of a woman and did not care to know who she was. He hadn’t asked a single question about her all night. But that made it easier for her, faded her upcoming guilt. “Jack my darling, you haven’t even asked me for a dance yet” Deirdre teased with a toothy grin.

“Oh, there will be plenty of dances, Cassidy” he promised, his arm snaking around her back.

A simple alias just for Deirdre’s comfort. Deirdre chuckled as she watched him finish his glass, she needed him to only have a couple more. Then she’d politely accept his invitation over, suggest one finally drink and slip in the powder. It would all be over before midnight. She’d catch the overnight train to Liverpool and board the boat to America by the end of tomorrow.

The band came to a sudden stop, the audience’s heads turned towards the three men that strode through the dining. All three of them wore peaked caps with large overcoats as they walked tall. They approached the stage and Deirdre couldn’t help but to feel her heart thud harder in her chest as this suspicious tingle crawled over her skin with her light brown eyes glued onto the men that felt too familiar. Deirdre’s heart froze when the man in front came to clear sight as he took off his cap, revealing his harsh undercut styled brunette hair.

Thomas Shelby.

Her face went numb when his pale hands wrapped around the microphone, ears clogged as his words fell deaf yet she remembered the sound of his deep, captivating voice perfectly. The two other men, which she quickly recognised to be his brothers, Arthur and John, stood with their chests puffed out, arms locked across shoulders and stern expressions.

Deirdre’s heart pounded in her chest like a wild animal desperate to escape its cage. Even though her head was frozen in line to his speech, her eyes were darting around, already planning her escape. The room was full, surely his blue eyes would not be able to point her out in the depths of the occupied round tables. Let alone recognise her after all of these years.

How could she have been so foolish? The massive city of London had never felt smaller than tonight. She had heard his name many times and every time it felt like a stab in the heart. He had made a name for himself, built an empire in that fire and brimstone city. Just like he always said he would. Her father and dear husband already hated him, gypsy bastard. Every day she prayed for their obliviousness to her heavy past with him.

It felt like her soul was pulled out of her body when his blue eyes landed on her. His mouth fell ajar open as his long lashes batted, head gently tilting to the left as he acknowledged her, remembering her thoroughly. The brothers noticed his pause and looked towards her as well, she couldn’t help but to cower slightly. The rest of the room was oblivious to the stare off between him and her.

“And now, shall we dance?” He suggested it in a slow and challenging manner. One hand snapped to que towards the band and the other gestured towards his brothers.

The sounds of jazz roared against the walls as everyone abruptly stood up. A deer caught in headlights, that’s how Deirdre felt at first. As she watched him walk down the stage, his eyes still on her. The brothers were already out of her sight.

She snapped back to reality when Jack’s fingers traced over her bare shoulder. Deidre gulped hard as she quickly stood up, nervously brushing through her dark loose brunette hair.

“Sorry, I, I suddenly don't feel too well” Deirdre admitted, which was actually a lie, but the implication went in the opposite direction.

“Nonsense! I haven’t even gotten a single dance with you yet” Jack acclaimed with a charming smirk, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

Her eyes shot towards the stage, he’s gone.

“I’m so sorry, I really must go” Deidre quickly spoke, her voice trembling as she yanked herself out of his grasp.

She heard him rebut, however she was already heading straight towards the large doors as she zigzagged through the crowd. Unfortunately, her poorly planned escape route had quickly soiled, she spotted Arthur and John standing on opposite sides of the exit. They were always loyal pawns in his game. There was a pause in her movements as her eyes shot around, her body covered in pins and needles.

She’d escape through the workers quarters. But as she turned in a hasty measure, her small body smacked into another. The arms that she had felt years before wrapped around her possessively as he steadied her stance. There was no doubt who it was, no hope for it to be another.

“My dearest Deirdre, my sight has declined; however, my eyes will never fail to spot your beauty. May I have this dance?” Tommy asked with a stern expression but soft voice, head tilted down towards her as she kept her eyes on the floor.

The coat he wore was gone, and she could easily feel his muscular frame hidden underneath the button up shirt, not to mention the pistol in his holster. His cold hand lifted her chin and their eyes locked. As she blinked slowly, her eyes glistering, she bit on her tongue. Tommy waited patiently for her next move.

Show no fear.

“If I knew that the Eden Club was in your possession I would have steered clear. We can pretend that you never saw me” Deidre negotiated confidently but her front failed when her body shook against his.

Tommy laughed loudly as his arm around her waist tightened in a proprietorial manner.

“Unfortunately we have unfinished business, you and I” Tommy replied coldly.

“Please, surely you haven't held onto those emotions for all of these years” Deirdre chuckled presumptuously as she tried to push their bodies apart without gaining attention. ��

Tommy grunted at her words and dragged her to the dance floor, his fingers dug into her upper arms. Surely he wouldn’t make a scene here. But then she’s heard many tales of him, the beast that he had become when he returned from the war.

“You’re in a considerable debt with me, my love. One that you thought would fade if you merely ran” Tommy growled.

“I can get you your money” she winced at the sharp pain, not like it would even mean anything to him with how much his businesses bring in these days. When they passed through the crowded floor, she realized that he was leading her out of the lounge.

“If you think your debt is based around money, are you still that naive girl from all of those years ago, eh?” Tommy smirked as he kicked open the double doors which led them into the kitchen.

It was now or never. Deirdre shoved him away with full force and scrambled through the busy kitchen as she nearly fell over in her heels as she broke free. All eyes were on them but no one dared to move a finger in the wrong direction. As she roughly pushed past everyone, she tried to remain calm.

Tommy grinned at the girl who loved to run. This night had taken an unexpected turn indeed for the both of them, her heart was pounding immensely as she panted in her heels. The first door she took led her to a hallway, the open exit to the streets on her right was blocked by two working men. Cigarettes in their lips as they watched her intimately, she bolted to the left.

The next door she took, she didn’t consider analyzing, she locked herself in the small dark room which appeared to be an office. The moonlight shined through the sash window which she yanked up and looked down to the small drop, survivable but not without two broken heels. As Deidre laid her hands on the windowsill, her head snapped back as she heard the door unlock from the other side. There was no other option besides hiding. Deirdre found herself hidden underneath the wooden Lombardo desk. It was human instinct to cower, pray that she’d be able to run from her past demons.

The weighty door creaked open, and she heard his heavy footsteps on the carpet. Tommy pulled out a cigarette, the end of the stick brushed in between his lips as he lit it. “Oh Deirdre, my dearest” Tommy spoke loudly, his tone dripping of sarcasm, which made her stomach feel like a bottomless pit. He slammed the door shut behind him. “Why do you run? Why do you hide? From me of all people? You seemed to have forgotten the vows you swore your life on. The promises which are still owed to me. You ignorantly believed that fate would keep us apart? Oh but haven’t you heard the tales of the Peaky Blinder Devil?” Tommy spoke, his footsteps slowly approached her.

The thuds in her chest were painful, her throat felt like the cold air around her was strangling her. He could hear her heavy breathing and chuckled silently. The Colt M1911 is pulled from his holster and he ensured that she heard the safety click off.

“Once upon a time there was a boy. Who foolishly fell for a girl with a secretive past. They created a life as one. He protected her from the pure evils in this cruel world and how did she repay him? She robbed him blind. She ran from the boy that she loved and turned his soul black. She created the Devil of Birmingham. And tonight, the runaway has tripped over her bad deeds” Tommy teased as he leisurely approached her.

With a turn of the corner of the desk, Tommy raised his pistol and pointed it at her forehead. Deirdre looked up to him with doe eyes and gulped down her nerves. “And now, you will repay your debts” Tommy ordered with a gentle nod.

“I will do no such thing” she refused, her words sizzling in anger.

Tommy knelt down to her level, his pistol pressed against her temple. Deirdre breathed out but didn’t fear, she’s been pushed and shoved too many times before to know when there was an actual threat on her life.

“Yes you will. Because you’re still my property, my dear wife” Tommy smirked.

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cigarette 🚬 | alex turner x reader. (fem) / smut

from the first time you saw alex smoking, you knew exactly what you wanted him to do to with that cigarette.

warnings: soft dom alex, bdsm (burning kink), praise kink, fluff ending?

word count: 3.6k

disclaimer: english is not my first language so, in advantage, i apologize for grammar mistakes.

it's been a while since you saw him for the last time. almost a month, where u couldn't care less about him. last time you two found yourselves in a bed was... rough, but not in a sexy way. he was kinda high and wanted some quick sex, so he called you, knowing you would accept it.

it wasn't like you were his casual groupie, you two were friends but he was so busy that he couldn't even remember to call you or even send a message. you expected something like that, obviously, with such a busy and rushed life he had.

you heard some footsteps, which you easily recalled on who was with you. none other than him.

"you're late. it's 23.50pm"

"i know... the traffic was wild. sorry"

"never asked for an excuse, alexander"

he laughed and lit a cigarette he took from his pocket, not even looking at the "no smoking" sign. he went to the balcony and left his right hand on the railing.

"never asked you to clap back anyway" a cloud of smoke came out of his lips.

"yeah... i don't care. why did you call me?"

"'cause i wanted? i don't have a specific reason today. just wanted to see ya" he smiled as he heard your steps right behind his back. your arms found their way around his waist as you left your head fall to his right shoulder.

"that's what you always say..." you laughed.

"is that bad?"

"nah" you caressed his tummy as he let go another cloud of smoke.

"you like?" he offered you his cig.

you accepted easily. you never really liked to smoke regularly but if it was for alex, you'd do it everyday.

the smoke left your red painted lips making sure it didn't hit alex's hair.

you took his cigarette, making him turn around to look at him right in the eyes. his big brown eyes got you crazy, you die everytime he looks at you, questioning if you really deserved to be looked at by him.

"what are you doing?"

"trying to get your attention. is the view more interesting than me?"

"it isn't... i just didn't want to blow smoke on your face" he joked, taking a little strand of hair off of your face.

"that's... considerate" you stole a kiss from him, making the both of you smile. the taste of tobacco in your mouth never felt tastier, since it was from alex's lips.

another kiss came, and then another, until he took your chin and kissed you the right way. the way he knew you liked.

he tried getting his tounge on your mouth during the kiss to make it a bit some savage, first doing it slowly and then going all in. his hands went to your waist, which he loved.

suddenly, you felt the need to separate to search for some fresh air.

"do you remember what i told you the last time?"

"uhm... no?"

"of course you do" you laughed as you lifted the cigarette to your lips.

"oh... the cig thing" he smiled in a way only you could understand.

staying in the same position, he made you walk backwards until you felt the bed right behind you, and you sat there.

"are you sure, babe?" he asked politely. he was rough on sex but he always took care of you.

you smiled, and he took that as a "yes". you gave him the cigarette and closed your eyes, as you felt excited to finally meet your fantasy.

you always wanted him to do something "edgy" on you. some people may see it as crazy but, the thought of him leaving as much marks as he wanted from burning your precious skin with his cigarette was stablished on your mind since you first fucked him.

it was something you knew would hurt, and that was it's charm. it was risky, and the adrenaline of feeling that extreame heat from the cigarette in any part of your body, at any moment got you excited.

this fantasy started when you first ever saw him smoke. nothing surprising, but it was sexy for some reason. very sexy. obviously, you were afraid of telling him about your fantasy, not everyone likes hard kinks so you were happy that, not only he agreed to do it, but he also liked it.

you felt butterflies on your stomach as he started kissing your neck very, very slowly. so slowly it could kill you. he wanted you to melt into his kisses, to relax and make sure everything was going to be alright. and when you less expected it, he licked the other side of your neck, knowing damn well how much you liked being kissed and licked there. and just as he wanted, you slowly started melting into his lips, feeling his left arm go behind your back.

your eyes stayed closed and a smile started showing up on your lips, as you patiently waited for a kiss.

well, that never came. not yet.

another kiss was sent to your neck, but now with a burning feeling in your thigh; you smiled and whimpered, feeling finally satisfied with your fantasy. but you wanted more, so you asked for it.

your hands went to his chest, softly caressing it while unbuttoning his white shirt.

you stopped suddenly when you felt another burning spot on your knee, but this time it hurt more. you jumped a little by surprise and alex laughed.

"you weren't expecting that one, angel?"

he knew how much you liked to be called angel. as if he was the devil himself trying to crush your angelic inocence with his burning kisses.

the smile on your face made him know you liked it, so he countinued with a third shot. this time, right at where your shirt would allow him to see your chest.

his left index finger traced from your neck to your tits, right before taking your shirt off.

"keep your eyes closed" he threw the shirt god knows where and kissed you, taking his free hand to your waist and getting you to lay on your back in the bed.

the kiss was needy, full of heat from both bodies. he approached the cigarette to your neck and left a little burn mark there, rapidly taking it to your collarbones and leaving another one there. your soft moans were music to his ears, motivating him to keep doing his job. you would've never imagined he'd like doing these kind of things.

you whimpered his name softly when he burned your neck again, making him feel a fast electric shock running down to his dick. you knew he liked it because, unconsciously, he rubbed his pelvis into yours. it was something he would always do. not really trying to get youself into dominance, but watchin

still keeping your mouth busy, separated to let you get a breath of air and then kept going, making his right hand travel to your hips as he left there one of the last burning spots for now.

he lifted the cigarette to his lips and a had a puff from it, blowing the smoke on your neck and leaving a little burn mark right there. he left the cigarette on the ashtray and focused on taking your bra off, but not the regular way. he knew it would be too predictable for you.

he bit the lace and went south to reveal one of your breasts, and as it didn't feel like he was doing it with his hand, you opened your eyes, delighting yourself with the view of him biting your bra and taking it off with a promiscous smile. you couldn't have a better view.

"i don't recall asking you to open your eyes"

"shut up, turner" you laughed and placed your hand on his chin to lift him up. "i never asked you to take my clothes off either"

you both smiled and kissed, right before pushing him to the bed to sit on his lap. your hands went to his chest, travelling south all the way to his belt, playing with it trying to tease him. just by touching, you could sense that the pants became anoying for him and you wouldn't please him by taking them off.

the kiss became more desperate as his need for being touched started growing, whispering "take it off" on your lips. you loved seeing how desperate he was. he needed you.

"and what if i don't?" you separated only a few centimeters from his puffy lips to catch some air.

"aw, don't start now"

he moaned when you started softly massaging his bulge before unzipping the pant and taking the belt off. you sneaked your hand into his underwear and reached his cock, already full hard, thinking about what should your next move be.

"close your eyes" you whispered.

he obeyed you and did it. you took the cigarette and went down to his crotch, taking his dick and as you gave it the first lick, you pressed the cigarette on his thigh, making him gasp by surprise. his eyes were widely opened; he grabbed your hair and lifted an eyebrow.

"you're not the dominant one here" he slowly pressed your face into his dick, making you take it in your mouth before you even thought about doing so.

half enjoying it and half scared he didn't like it, you started licking his dick from the bottom to the top, sucking the tip and giving some kisses there. you took the first half in your mouth and jerked off the rest to give you some time for preparing before taking it all.

some minutes passed while you sucked his dick slowly, making him even more desperate: he was leaking pre-cum all over, and when he didn't expect it, you took his whole cock in your mouth, staying there for some seconds just to hear his moans. he thighted his grip on your hair and closed his eyes, moving his hips slowly to fuck your mouth.

after opening his eyes, he moved his sight down to see how he fucked your mouth, your eyes closed and some drawned moans and whimpers coming out of your puffy red lips. you didn't want to move, you wanted him to guide you into pleasure as his warm and hard cock filled your bucal cavity with his now faster movements. suddenly, you tapped his arm so you could catch some air, it wasn't like his dick was something easy to take.

"you ok?" he asked. it wasn't like he didn't care about you either.

"mhm" you smiled and gave his cock another lick, stealing a little moan from him. "al, please"

he knew exactly what you meant by that. he got his torso up and layed on the head of bed, making you sit on his lap. his left hand travelled to your waist as his right one went down to pull out your pants and underwear, all in one try. he came back to you by putting his index finger in the middle of your lips searching for your entrance. a minute after he softly massaged it enough to get you wet again, he pushed two fingers inside making sure it didn't hurt by looking closely at your facial expression, which showed nothing else than pleasure.

your moans filled the room, even if you were trying to drown them by pushing your face to his neck as he moved his fingers inside of you stroking your walls gently.

when he was sure that it wasn't going to hurt, he pushed even further trying to find your g-spot, which he knew he had found by your noisy and desperate whimpers. you approached his ear and gave some kisses on his lobe, moaning his name when he touched your spot again.

it felt like heaven, being touched by such a man. and he did it well too.

"alex... fuck, please" you begged him again, your need to ride him was growing nonstop.

"wait a little more, princess, please. otherwise it'll hurt" he kissed your cheek as he introduced a third finger, curling them to strech your walls a little more.

"but... al" you looked at him with big doe eyes, almost as if you were screaming please with your eyes.

"no, you have to wait. i don't want to hurt you, babe" he kissed you while moving his fingers slowly, and getting the palm of his hand to massage your clit. that made you feel on fucking paradise.

you reflected your desperation onto the kiss, playing with his tounge and putting your hands on his chest searching for his nipples, gently caressing them as he rubbed your clit slowly. even if he was kissing you, you couldn't stop your moans and whimpers, letting them go in his mouth.

he tried to reach your spot again by pushing your fingers further, and so he did. you scratched his chest with your nails as you let some gasps scape from your lips. alex noticed your reaction and separated himself from to kiss.

"did it hurt, babe?" he slowered the pace of his finger movements to let you catch your breath.

"no, it's just... fuck" you layed on his chest while hugging his neck. "i'm so close, please, just do it now, don't worry about the condom”

"your wishes are my orders, princess"

after saying that, you felt a little embarrased, how much did you wanted to get fucked to not want him to waste time in putting the condom? actually, he liked it. he liked how needy you were.

he took his fingers out gently, leaving you feeling helpless at your need to be fucked. you wanted him really bad, you simply couldn't wait to be filled by him.

he grabbed the lube bottle and spread some on his dick, massaging it up and down to get prepared. he aligned it to your entrance and slowly let it slip inside of you, stealing some whimpers from you.

"al, please" you cried a little, hugging him. he caressed your hair and gave you a kiss on the forehead as he felt fully inside of you.

"calm down cutie, it's okay, i'm here" alex loved to see you helpless and fully devoted to him as if your life depended on it. "does it feel good?"

"yeah, yeah" you smiled and gave him a kiss.

"make me proud now" he let his hands fall to your waist to grab it and start moving you up and down effortlesly.

you always obey alex and today wasn't the exception. you started doing little jumps, feeling full in all senses and enjoying being completely devoted to him. you wanted to be his, only his and no one else. not because of how good he fucked, but because of him as a whole. and if he wanted you to make him proud, you would do it.

you sped up the pace of your jumps and you tried to hide your face on his neck, but he stopped you from doing it. alex grabbed your chin and made you look up at him.

"don't hide, princess. let me see you enjoy it" he kissed you and thightened his grip when you closed your eyes.

"open. i wanna see those big eyes" alex loved when you looked at him with doe eyes, begging him to fuck you.

it made you embarrased when you noticed that you were already looking at him like that even if you didn't wanted to. you kept moving, now faster than before, switching from jumping to rubbing your clit on his pelvis by going back and forth.

obviously you're not the only one enjoying this, alex was clearly enjoying every second of it too. he loved to make you feel good, to fill you up and being the only thought on your mind. he'll never forget the time he found you touching yourself while blatantly moaning his name out loud. god only knows how good he fucked you that night.

but today he was being soft, he wanted to take care of you. you two fucked roughly too many times to do it again, and none of you felt like doing it either. you two wanted to feel every inch of each other, every breath, every kiss, every touch, everything. you wanted to feel him and he wanted to feel you. he loved feeling you. he loved touching you. you were his muse.

"if you only ever saw how pretty you look" he smiled and grabbed your waist strongly enough to stop your jumps. "stay just like that please"

alex lifted his knees and got in a comfortable position to start pushing his cock inside of you, never taking his eyes off of yours. your expression reflected everything he wanted to seem pleasure, excitement and the rush of tears he loved to see running down your cheeks as he fucked you. he dried your tears with his thumb and whispered something you couldn't hear because of your own moans right before he gave you the most passionate kiss you've ever recieved.

his movements started becoming faster as he felt he was close: he grabbed your cheek and made the kiss feel needy by letting go some moans on your lips, even cursing. with his other hand, alex hugged you by the waist and got you even closer to his body so he could fuck you faster, finally hitting your spot multiple times. you hugged him and buried your face in his chest trying to drown a scream.

"are you close?" you asked him with your eyes full of pleasure tears.

alex gave you a "yes" by shaking his head and stopped moving, took his dick out and started jerking off by looking at you right in the eye with a smile. he kissed you softly and licked your bottom lip, went down to your neck and left a little hickey on there.

he took one of your hands and placed it on his cock, putting his on top of yours to make you jerk him off.

not much time passed before alex came on your hand while letting go a moan from his puffy pink lips and smiled again as you didn't stop jerking him off.

you whispered his name and took his hand to your inner thigh, giving him the signal that you were close too and wanted him to touch you.

"al, please" you smiled and kissed his cheek, all blushed and breathing fast.

alex took two of his fingers to your clit, massaging it and trying to search your entrance with a third finger. once he found it, he massaged it without introducing his finger, only to tease you a bit. your moans could be the death of him; he would always speed up his movements just to hear you moan louder.

he kept teasing you by introducing his finger just a little while massaging your clit, enough to make you melt into his arms and close your eyes as you felt closer and closer to your orgasm.

your last words were nothing else than his name before cumming in his hand, unleashing every groan or scream you could have been retaining.

alex took his hand off and placed it on one of your ass cheeks to give it a slap and smiled all blushed.

"babe" alex whispered and played with your hair.

"mhm?"

"i love you"

you inmmediately felt a bunch of butterflies in your stomach, because, even if you didn't wanted to admit it, you loved him too. who wouldn't?

"i love you too, al. you're amazing" you buried your face into his chest and took the cigarette to have a puff.

"did you like it? did it hurt?"

"nah, it didn't. i really loved it" you gave him the cigarette and hugged him again. "by the way... uhm, was i wrong for doing it on your thigh?"

"no, you weren't. i liked it too" he laughed and blowed a cloud of smoke into the air, making sure it didn't hit your hair. he gave you the cigarette again before saying "do it".

"are you sure?"

"yeah, i want both of us to have marks from the other" alex closed his eyes to leave the placement choice up to you. you pressed the cigarette into his collarbone, making him gasp.

"did it hurt?" you said, worrying about the pain level. you weren't sure if al really liked pain on him, so you kissed the mark.

"just a little, but it's okay" he left a kiss on your forehead and took the cigarette, leaving it on the ashtray. "you know what? i missed you"

"i did too, babe. i thought you were not going to call me ever again..." you really did thought about that. even if you two were... friends? you still mised him. a lot.

"how could i? you know i always miss your kisses. i'm just too busy... and i hate it. i wanna be with you. can we stay here?" he took a blanket and placed it on top of both bodies.

"sure" you smiled and layed on his side, still holding the hug.

you closed your eyes and smelt the fragance on his neck, which was almost undetectable from the cigarette smell. well, what they said about him was partially right: "he was shy and smelt like cigarettes". and how could you not fall in love with someone like that?

hugging him, with your eyes closed, half asleep and half awake, that's when you noticed how madly in love you were with alex. and lucky you, because he was too.

#alex turner #alex turner smut #arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n #alex turner imagine #alex turner fanfic

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veliamore · 1 year

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popular s/o !!

yashiro , teru , akane , aoi

; yashiro :

she often thinks how she menaged to get with you : you're smart , beautiful , talented , popular .. why would you choose to stay with a girl with fat ankles .. she can't help but still feel really jealous when students still try to confess to you when you two are in a relationship she's scared one day you're gonna leave her .... then when at the end of the day you hug her and reassure her how much you love her , how you wanna be with her till the end , that's when she let's herself be selfish towards you.

; teru :

he's popular , you're popular , so ... people thinks yall got togheter just because you two are both popular , so that's just how it works , but your school reputation is the last thing teru considers in you. He's head over heels for you in general , your charm , your intelligence , your beauty , how you can look after yourself easily , everything really ! When someone tries to confess to you he's behind you smiling at the student , a smile that can be classified as harmless , but that actually hides a murderous instinct /hj maybe. He rarely gets jealous but he still wants people to understand that you're his and he's yours , popular or not.

; akane aoi :

the first time he saw you he kinda thought you were like teru , kind to the eyes of everyone but a sadist inside ... he tried to stay away from you , but being in the same class he was obliged to share some comments with you , and he realized that you weren't that bad at all , so more time passed and you 2 started to get close. After noticing his romantic feelings for you , he decided to confess to you in the most memorable way ever He honestly thought you were gonna reject him like aoi did , but to his surprise , you accepted him ! He was the most happier man in the world , and he still is. He's by your side everytime in school , i mean he tries ... he doesn't care if you're popular or not either , for him you're just perfect being you. If someone even tries to confess to you he'll have a chat with him :3 let's just say that the poor soul started avoid you after that " talk ". Overall he'll do anything for you.

( i think you can see how im down bad for this man )

; aoi akane :

tbh your popularity is the main reason she noticed you. She started to talk to you , just wanting to know how you were in person , she kinda remained in shock when she realized how much of a great person you are ! She introduced you to yashiro , and when nene was somewhere with hanako , you were with her spending time togheter. She often brings you to quiet places where you can't be interrupted. She hates when someone comes to confess to you or to her , interrupting you time. It didn't get too much time for you two to get togheter. It honestly annoy her how people still have courage to confess to the both of you after openly saying that you were a couple , but she still rejected with a smile on her lips ; sometimes she does that for you too " im sorry but they are already occupied with me ! ". She just wants to run away from the world hand in hand with you ..

#anime #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #reader insert #x reader #yashiro nene #yashiro x reader #teru minamoto x reader #teru minamoto #akane aoi #akane aoi x reader #aoi akane #aoi akane x reader #tbhk x reader #tbhk headcanons

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 19 days

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ok we got more the gang dealing with their each f!greaser crush. Like they all like different girls- but how tf are they with them/about them

Pookie sorry for the wait I was at school!!!

❤️🖤❤️

Ponyboy Curtis

-ok so bro is sooo awkward, most out of the greasers

-he literally doesn’t know how to talk to you

-needs a pep talk and lesson from dally and johnny

-he would be down so bad tho

-struggling in classes? Free tutor!

-he would do little nice things for you though like always keeping a spare sharp pencil in hopes you’ll forget/lose yours to ask him

-memorized your schedule to “randomly” bump into you

-daydreams 24/7

-tells you all about his books and talks about characters that remind him of you

-I feel like when he finally confesses he’d just do it thoughtlessly

-“You know how much I like you?”

-literally out of the blue and then instantly regret it until you grin

-“Ponyboy, you’re so smart. Yet so stupid. I like you too.”

Johnny Cade

-soooocute

-he’s also a daydreamer

-well, more like night dreamer?

-before going to sleep in the lot he thinks about you holding him or just you in general

-so cute tbh

-absolutely a secret keeper no one knows but him

-he blushes whenever you talk to him

-he gets really flustered trying to talk to you

-I feel like he’s the type to do secret admirer

-when he finally gets the guts to ask you out he would 10/10 pass a note

-“I really, really like ya y/n. Do you like me? Y or N (circle one)”

-biggest grin on his face when you pass him back the note circled “Y” with a heart ❤️

Sodapop Curtis

-totally a flirt

-gives you discounts on gas station stuff

-whenever you come to the gas station charm goes up 10000%

-he’s the type to go home and at dinner be like

-“GUYS today she asked me for the TIME!”

-“no way”

-“WAY”

-he’s literally that one audio

-he asks you out straight up and gives you a sweet smile when you say yes

-passes you his number on your receipt/piece of paper to make plans

Darry Curtis

-wouldn’t want his brother around you until it was official

-finds them embarrassing in front of you 💀

-one time you complimented his cologne and he hasn’t stopped wearing it since

-he always tries to look nice for you, I feel like he takes extra care of his appearance

-I feel like he would try to come off cool

-I feel like it would fail so hard lmao

-I feel like after he failed you’d give him a little kiss on the cheek like Darry you big dork

-and he’d grab your hand and look you in the eyes

-“You know, I like you, Y/n. Really like you.”

Dallas Winston

-ok we’ve seen this shit

-cocky bastard 10/10

-he flirts upfront

-hits on you everytime

-also casually so fucking vulgar

“If you ever wanna sit that fine ass on my-“

“DALLY!”

-catcall vibes 💀💀😭

-literally the most obvious guy ever

-I feel like you’d play hard to get

-yk keep his ego checked

-but I feel like you’d need to make it clear you were looking for committed

-and at first, he wouldn’t be into it, but over time realize… he really doesn’t want to break your heart

-when you finally go on a date you end up making out first date 💀👍❤️

Two Bit Mathews

-he does stupid shit to impress you fr

-whatever he thinks you’ll like him to do hes alr on it

-shoplifts stuff for you that he thinks you’ll like

-cracks jokes fr

-he tries to woo you with humor so hard

-it does work

-I feel like he would actually try to tell you he likes you through a joke

-and actually get kinda flustered in anticipation

-“what has two thumbs and likes a cute girl named

y/n? *says quietly* This guy…”

-you giggle and kiss his cheek

-“Me too, dummy. I like you too, two.”

Steve Randle

-he’s definitely more flirty

-he flirts with you fsfs

-I feel like it’s not quite as charming as Soda, not quite as vulgar as Dally

-smack dab in the middle

-fixes your car for you and is always suggesting you come there for free repairs

-TOTALLY not so he can just talk to you and be around you in general

-he would whistle to you tho “lookin good there baby”

-when he finally confesses I feel like he would be a bit nervous and tries to hide it so much he tells you completely stone faced 💀

-“I-Uh… I like you.”

-such a serious voice 💀😭👍

-but he gives you a smile (rare for him) whenever you say that you like him back

-I can’t stress this enough… FREE HANDYMAN!

#urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the gang x y/n #the gang #Ponyboy Curtis #Johnny Cade #sodapop Curtis #Darry Curtis #Dallas Winston #two bit mathews #Steve Randle

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itz-wanderer · 1 year

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I've realized and I've known that writing contents about yakuza series or even judgment series is scarce and I'm pretty sure you guys noticed that already. So here I am gonna try my best to write about them (BCS I LOVE THEM ❤️❤️) and mostly it'll be headcanons but that can change over time.

Plus, this is the first time I've written a headcanon so Idk if this gonna get much likes or not, so I'm just testing the waters. Also,, forgive me if it's kinda out of character bcs I'm still new to writing these characters. 😭

I hope you enjoy!

How they act around their crush (Kiryu, Nishiki, Majima)

Kiryu Kazuma

- People would describe him as a cold person considering how he lacks of expressions. But they should know he has his own soft side, a side that he only shows to his crush. At first, his friends, especially Nishiki would notice his different behaviour whenever you are around. He starts to stutter occasionally around you and if you stare at his face, he’ll likely blush too which ends up with Nishiki laughing and teasing the hell outta him! Sometimes, you would eventually catch him looking at you with a genuine smile on his face as well.

- You can see him getting tongue-tied or accidentally saying something stupid. Definitely regrets that the next second he realizes what he just said, but manages to save himself. And it surely is hella cute to see a man like him struggling to find the right words!

- He’s very appreciative of you, which shows a lot through his subtle actions. When you were out with him on a date for the first time, he was being awkward, indicating he never went out on a lot of dates which only made him cuter. But there was a moment when your hands brushed against his and you could feel him tense up at the sudden contact but he finally gave in and felt more relaxed as you slowly laced your fingers around his. He did it all with a serious expression but that’s his charm, isn’t it?

Akira Nishikiyama

- Nishiki may look cool and badass on the outside but it seems like he can be a little clumsy or awkward as well, especially around you. Not being able to hold eye contact for too long and scratching the back of his head while trying his best to answer you.

- But only when he once thinks through twice and gathers his words to give a witty reply. He can’t always look like a stuttering loser in front of you right? After that, he shows up to you with his signature confident smile.

- He would often ask if you’d wanted him to accompany you, whenever you needed to go somewhere. Basically showing that, that was his way of indirectly asking you for a date.

- He had all your schedule memorized, so he had more than enough time to plan something whether it’s him bringing you flowers out of nowhere or treating you to lunch, dinner or anything you wanted.

Majima Goro

- The mad dog of Shimano shows you his soft side? He doesn’t show it to many people, that means you’re special for him and surprisingly, he’s a very good listener too. When you’re feeling down and you need someone to talk to, he’d always try his best to take out time for you and listen to your rambles.

- People know him for his crazy personality but to you, he’s a true gentleman. You might notice him being overprotective over you, especially when you two are walking down the streets together and men would stare at you, he definitely made sure to reply them back with an intense piercing glare as well.

- He may or may not hold your hands when you were walking down the streets together, but he never forced you to have any physical contact with him if you were feeling uncomfortable; any slight hints and he’d catch it within seconds.

- He remembers your favorite foods and sometimes he even shows up with your favorite snacks in his hands so you both can enjoy them together. It’s a huge moodbooster for him when he sees your eyes light up everytime you share your favourite snacks with him.

#rgg #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza series #yakuza #yakuza headcanons #majima goro #kiryu kazuma #akira nishikiyama #goro majima x reader #akira nishikiyama x reader #kiryu kazuma x reader #yakuza x reader #kiryu x reader #x reader #reader insert #nishiki x reader #majima x reader #yakuza imagines

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yankstrash · 7 months

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september 27

amelia had actually thought about her conversation with drew

a lot.

more than she thought she would and more than she'd like to admit

she was kinda rolling her eyes the whole time he was talking to her, but at the same time something in her told her to really think about what he was saying

and she did

and now she can't stop thinking about it.

(now she knows how gabe feels)

her head was a mess

she didn't want to give in. she didn't want to. but something in the back of her mind wouldn't shut up about giving in.

he was cute

he was charming

but he was exactly what she went into college trying to avoid.

she was so scared of caving and ending up looking like an idiot because of it, which is why she fought her thoughts so much

but this was a losing battle.

she was losing the fight with her thoughts, and it was driving her mad.

she went into work that afternoon with a lot on her mind

too much.

she was hoping the coffee shop would be busy so she could distract herself and time would go by quicker, but the lousy weather today seemed to be keeping people away

the skies had been gray since this morning, and only got darker as the day went on

amelia was closing by herself tonight, and when the last co worker left an hour before close, amelia really felt like she was gonna lose it

now she's alone. no co worker to talk to, no customers besides the 3 sitting at tables to keep her occupied. it was just her and her thoughts, and the constant battle that had been going on in her head for days

amelia sighed and retrieved her backpack from behind the counter, resorting to doing homework while she waited for her hour to be up

not only did she need a distraction from her thoughts, she needed a distraction from what was going on outside

she jumped slightly at the first crack of thunder

it wasn't raining yet, but the wind was picking up, and as the clouds rolled in and became darker, she began to feel more uneasy

amelia hated thunderstorms. hated them.

always has, ever since she was a kid.

they always scared her

everytime there was a thunderstorm when she was younger, she would always run right to her parents and hide

the loud noises frightened her, and the fear did not go away as she got older

now that she's in college and not living with her parents, she felt extra anxious whenever one rolled in

she tried to keep busy while she worked by herself, and thankfully time did go by quick

by 7:55 the coffee shop was completely empty, leaving amelia by herself with 5 minutes left till close

well, almost by herself.

as if he knew now would be the perfect time to strike, gabe walked through the door

amelia looked up from her homework at the sound of the door opening

for the first time, her heart pounded in her chest when she saw him

immediately, her conversation with drew flooded her mind

had drew talked to him?

told him anything about their conversation?

there wasn't much to talk about really. amelia had barely said 2 words during it, just letting drew speak.

for the first time, amelia was nervous to see gabe.

nervous because she didn't know what the hell to do or say

she was 99% sure her mind was still telling her 'NO', but there was some doubt about that..

"slow night?" he asked, breaking her out of her thoughts

she snapped back into reality, shaking her head a bit to come back to

"we're about to close, so.."

gabe nodded at her response

"then i'll wait." he said as he took a seat at a table

amelia quirked her eyebrow

"wait for what?"

"for you. to get off work."

was he gonna follow her home or something?

"why.."

gabe shrugged, taking out his phone and propping his feet up on the chair across from him

"i think we need a chance to talk not in your work setting.. always feels so rushed and too many distractions."

amelia heart rate sped up again at his response

what the hell did drew tell him.

"i," she fought to find words, but couldn't find any. "i'm going straight home after this and finishing homework." she finished, saying all she could think to say

"that's fine, i'll walk you home." gabe said

amelia shook her head

"that's okay, i don't need-" she was cut off by a loud crack of thunder

it took all the words from her mouth and made her jump, which did not go unnoticed by gabe

he waited for her to finish her sentence, but she never did

she stood staring out the front windows at the heavy winds outside, fear evident in her eyes

"amelia?" gabe said, snapping her back into reality once again

"hmm" she hummed

"you okay?"

just then, another crack of thunder

she jumped again

gabe was fully aware of what was going on now

he checked the time on his phone then stood up

"come on," he said as he walked up to the counter "it's 8, i'll walk you home."

amelia looked at him, eyes filled with doubt

but even more than doubt, fear.

"come on, let me walk you." gabe said

it was evident in his tone and demeanor that he knew she was scared, and he wanted to help

and for the first time ever, she gave in.

she slowly nodded her head before packing her homework in her backpack and getting the key to the coffee shop out

amelia turned off all the lights before the pair walked out the front door, gabe holding the door open for her

she lightly smiled, mumbling a 'thank you' before locking the door

the sky looked like it was about to collapse with rain at any second

"show me the way" gabe said

amelia began walking towards her dorm

gabe walked next to her

they walked in silence for a few moments, but gabe did not care one bit. he was just happy to be in her presence

"so, no practice today?" amelia shrugged and asked, just making casual conversation

"nope, not on fridays. we get the night off since we usually have games on saturdays."

she nodded at his response

"when's your first game?"

"october 7th"

"who are you playing?"

gabe laughed to himself

"i thought you didn't like sports" he smiled as he looked over at her

she rolled her eyes, "i never said i didn't like sports, i said i don't like going out with athletes."

gabe nodded slowly

"well, we don't have to talk about hockey. would hate for you to think that's the only thing about me." gabe said

"hmm" she sarcastically hummed

"what are you majoring in?" gabe asked

"neuroscience and i have a minor in psychology" amelia snwered

"WOAH okay smart girl"

amelia laughed at his response, but her laughter was cut short by a crack of thunder

gabe looked over at her, and by instinct, moved a little bit closer to her

"i take it you don't like thunder" he said

"you would be correct."

"why's that?"

she shrugged, "i hate loud noises, and with thunder comes natural disasters, so.. i don't know, it's always scared me."

gabe nodded at her response

"you think it's stupid don't you" she asked

gabe looked at her and shook his head

"we're all afraid of something, it's normal." he said

she turned her head and met his gaze

"and what are you afraid of?"

gabe thought for a moment, then looked over at her with a tight lipped smile

"missing out on opportunities."

the pair looked at each other for a moment

gabe was waiting for amelias response, but never got one

"and spiders... spiders too. hate them" gabe spoke

amelia laughed at his comeback, and he joined her

and next thing she knew she was in front of her dorm building

she nudged her head towards the building to let him know this was her destination

she thought about her next move for a second, and the thought telling her to say 'NO' was all but squished completely by what actually came out of her mouth

"well," she said, lifting her hands from her sides before putting them back down "if you're going to go out with me you're gonna have to work on that because i hate spiders and will not be killing any. that's all on you."

gabes eyes nearly bugged out of his head at her words

was he hearing things?

he almost asked her to repeat herself, but he's pretty sure he heard her right.

he grinned lightly, "so that means..."

she let out a small sigh

she scratched the back of her neck, "my sorority has a date function on monday night.. and i.. don't have a date..."

he nodded his head slowly at her words, "so.."

amelia tilted her head at his response

"are you gonna make me spell it all the way out for you??" she sarcastically asked

gabe laughed and said, "i mean, i've been working my butt off the past 4 weeks so yeah i'm gonna make you meet me halfway just a little bit"

she groaned at his response, but smiled

"fine. yes, would you like to be my date to the function?"

since when did this turn into her asking him out?

gabe grinned at her words and nodded his head

"yes amelia, i would love to be your date to your 'function'."

she shook her head and laughed

"i know it's stupid, and i really don't even consider myself a 'sorority girl'. i mean, i'm in one but i was sorta dragged into it by my friends, i hate these stupid functions and i skip almost every event anyways. well, most of them. some of them are-"

she stopped when she noticed gabe laughing at her words

"yeah yeah laugh it up."

he shrugged, "you're just funny, but you don't have to justify it, i really don't care if you're in one or not"

"well," she kicked her feet around "i don't know, didn't want you to think i was.. a basic college girl ? or whatever you want to call it. i- ugh, whatever nevermind"

"hmm" he hummed, and she looked up at him. "my my how the tables have turned."

she gave him a sarcastic look

"we'll make a deal. i won't look at you like a 'sorority girl' if you don't look at me like a jock who's gonna break your heart. deal?" gabe asked and stuck his hand out

she looked up at him, thought about it, then nodded her head

"fine, deal." she said and shook his hand

he. was. holding. her. hand.

they dropped hands and fell silent for a moment

"so," he said, and took a tiny step towards her. "could i please get your phone number?"

she playfully rolled her eyes and held her hand out

"phone."

he handed over his phone and she put her number in

finally.

at long last.

"happy?" she joked as she handed him his phone back

his lips tugged up

"ecstatic."

"well," she began "thank you for walking me home, i really appreciate it."

gabe nodded

"wasn't about to let you walk alone in your biggest fear."

"ha ha" she sarcastically said

she started to walk towards the door to the building

"so see you monday?" she asked

gabe smiled and nodded

"yes you will," he shrugged "guess 7th times a charm."

she tilted her head, "you were counting?"

"how could i not."

and with that, he walked off.

#princess!gf x gabe perreault #g + m timeline !

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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I'm so sad to see the lack of writings about Jyushi here! I love him sm...

Can I request jyushi in a relationship with someone that's a famous V-kei singer??

Jyushi with famous V-kei singer s/o

if I'm not mistaken it's literally the second request about Jyushi..! So yeah, I think I do really have just a few works with him..

GNreader, just wholesome stuff;;

-Ah.. finally, the same lonely, wandering soul, wrapped in darkness of night..! Jyushi's soulmate!

-No but really, he's so excited to meet another V-kei fan! Especially when he gets to know you're also a singer.. And a famous one?! Jyushi will try to use all his charm to show in all his glory in front of you now.

-"That's it.. The darkness itself condescends to give me such a present, a fatal meeting with another stranger of the dark world.." - he nods, turning on his 'prince of night' mode, talking with you in a pompous tone with a glamorous smirk on his face. - "S/o.. I do hope you wouldn't mind taking my arm and plunge once more into the abyss of the gloomy underworld with me, as my loyal assistance?"

-Despite he will only talk in his exaggerated tone first few meet with you, it's clearly visible how much he nervous actually. Yes, he's also really popular yet he still didn't get this stardom and didn't turn into a selfish diva. So he is so so so shy around you, actually, behind this mask.

-But eventually Jyushi will reveal his other, sincere side of himself. Probably when he gets too overwhelmed because you drop a new song or something.

-"Ahh, s/o..! This song you release.. I like it very much! I cried two times while listen to it!!" - he whines, clinging to you and hugging you tightly, you can see new tears forming in the corners of his eyes. - "It's like your words hitting my soul!!"

-This sensitive boy just has something like a hyperfixation on his hobbies and talking with someone with the same interests is so exciting and refreshing for him!

-Oh, and if you compliment him back, telling that you also enjoy his last album, that's it.. Jushi melting in the spot, sobbing in your arms, praising you for being so kind hearted to him.

-Visit your performances at least five times, absolutely mesmerizing with your stunning figure on a stage. Everytime he came home, covered in goosebumps and just cried from joy and the overwhelming feeling of your coolness, sending you a bunch of messages about how gorgeous you are.

-Of course he would like to share some vocal tips or make some little dates in cafes where you try to come up with new ideas for your songs. And if you and your team would be generous enough to make a feat with his band, he'd be more than happy..!

-Well, but actually I feel like he would prefer to write a song just for you two, a passionate duet about some dark love that rejoices in the night or something.

-"S/o.. My royalty of shadows.. This burning feeling keeps aching in my chest, an appeal passes out from my soul to unite with you.." - his bright blue eyes are piercing at you with some kind of allure, but when you look up at him confused, his whole confidence fades away. - "Uwaa..! Please, s/o, let's sing a duet together!!"

-It's actually amusing how quickly he changes in his cry baby mode with you around. Jushi is still kinda shy to be like that but you're always supporting him and now it's something on instinct's level, he immediately relaxes at the sight of your face.

-It's not like he doesn't appreciate the help of Hitoya or Kuko, just when it's you, it resonates in his heart more deeply. Maybe because you, as a fellow V-key singer, understand him more or maybe because he's madly in love with you and has no idea how to cope with that, take anything you say to heart.

-But despite his weakness, Jyushi is a vigorous guy when it's about your relationship. He will not be afraid to tell his fans about you or write songs about his deep love. After all, you're making him the happiest person alive, and he doesn't want to hide his bright star.

-"S/o.. Despite the fact that I always call you my royalty of shadows.. Y-you know, you're more like an angel.." - he mumbled, leaning needy to you, clinging to your chest like a small kitten. - "An angel who falls from Heaven in my arms but still saves this pureness and kindness in this gold heart.. Please, stay with me forever, my fallen, beautiful angel.."

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic jyushi #jyushi x reader #hypnosis mic jyushi #jyushi aimono #jyushi Aimono x reader

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thingsarenotgoinhwell · 2 years

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✨byclair hcs!✨

the obvious will would’ve come to lucas’s game and give mike and dustin shit about not caring about lucas’s interests. because he knows what its like to feel ignored from s3

will would love drawing lucas can you blame him lucas is gorgeous and would doodle him on everything and lucas would keep them and tressure them forver

lucas would try to teach will to play basketball you cant tell me something like thing wouldnt happen

will cant drive for shit and lucas chauffeurs him everywhere✨

similar to lucas teaching will to play basketball will would teach lucas how to draw and they’d draw when they are stressed or just bored. lucas is super self deprecating and will never lets him make fun of himself

will i think after a little bit would get comfortable and start being like sassy will would be the “oh my god your soooo annoying” and lucas would be the “but you looovvveee meeee” and will would roll his eyes and put his arm around lucas’s shoulder and smile and be like “your lucky your right” IDK I CAN SEE IT

lucas is the one who’d be super afraid of bugs and will would send them all to their deaths

they both love horror movie and will, will is a complete connoisseur and would never get scared and lucas would get scared at all the jumpscares and hold wills hand and will would just kinda laugh and roll his eyes smiling

lucas would be really like show offy like always wants to impress will or pick him or get him to laugh and when he succeeds and will laughs or blushes or something lucas feels like so fucking proud for no reason

they are the kings of forehead kisses and cheek kisses it is constant and dustin and max tease them relentlessly about it

LUCAS’S LETTERMANNNNNNN it is a rare sight to see will without it on and another rare sight to see lucas not being obsessed on how will looks in it its win win lucas is like so proud all the time that we wears it

lucas is also kinda proud to date will in general like everytime they have a positive interaction lucas is just internally going “letsss fuckkinggg goooooo”

so obviously they wrote letters to eachother while will was in california and its kinda blurry but im pretty sure lucas has his new haircut in wills painting and i hc that will was super nervous to like ask lucas to send a polaroid of himself but he did and he keep the picture on his dresser and when will asked lucas was super nervous to get a good picture and also kinda flustered about will asking but with max’s help they got a really nice picture

i hcs lucas love language as physical touch so lucas is always touching will hair or holding hands or the as i mentions forehead and cheek kisses

i think theyd argue alot about which male celebrities are hot like anytime they watch a movie they always talk about whos hot and who aint

so theyd obviously go on an art museum date that lucas would surprise will with and lucas would drive them while wills in charge of music and will is amazed by everything and would have just a wide eyed look the whole time and lucas is like staring admiring will in his element

also at the art museum lucas would try to be all conceptual and like say dumb smart sounding shit about all the paintings and impress him and also just make him laugh and will would laugh so much and like shove him and giggle and it would be fucking adorable.

soooo lucas would be super flirty and charming like really charming and hes smirk and smile so much at will. at first will would be kinda nervous and flustered like embarrassed but then he started play along saying shit like “i bet you say that to all you boyfriends😏” but then… he started to flirt back and lucas… was not expecting that and every fucking time will was flirty lucas would die he would stutter and blush like crazy he would totally short circuit

bro… i may like byclair more than i thought i tried to keep it short i swear😅

let me know if i should do a part 2 or recommend others ships or characters hcs are my favorite

just tagging some fellow byclairs

@braydenbylerblog @blueperiood @schnappled @duquesah @disasterblogsstuff @captinsteveharrington

#byclair #stranger things #byler #idk if i should tag this as byler but yall are still my people and i hope you appreciate it

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euclyta · 10 months

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Well since you asked (and I've kinda been wondering about it) — what's chocobo's mystery dungeon like, especially compared to the pmd series?

LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

im putting this under a readmore because i (redacted)

so i gotta give a bit of context first: there is an entire spin-off series of final fantasy games all protagonized by a tiny little chocobo. i bring this up first because there were two dungeon crawlers on the playstation- these set up the regular returning elements of the chocobo series (namely some main characters), and it even runs with the trend of having cid in every ff game!

the specific one i love is Final Fantasy Fables: Chocobo's Dungeon, it was on the wii and its a very basic dungeon crawling, PMD-esque game, with a hunger meter, monster houses, etc. i think the thing that sets it apart from other dungeon crawlers gameplay-wise is that it has a job or class system much like mainline final fantasy games do, in which you unlock access to eight different jobs that completely change up the playstyle AND the difficulty of the game due to their own niches (my favorite job for example, white mage, is very high difficulty until endgame)

for me the main reason why i want more people to know about it and try to give it a chance even if its just via an emulator is the story. i might be biased here but i first played this game when i was 9 years old and it still lives rent free in my brain to this day (im 21 now for context)

to not give any spoilers, the main premise is that chocobo and cid are treasure hunters looking for a gemstone; upon finding it, they're suddenly transported to a town in seemingly a completely different world where the citizens constantly lose all their memories everytime the belltower rings

the very first night they spend in this world, a meteor crashes in from the sky, turning out to be an egg from which a baby is born. this baby then proceeds to somehow start bringing people's memories back by allowing chocobo to enter their minds

this is also why i think its such a cool concept, because it uses memories and people's minds as the main set up for dungeon crawling, even representing memories as scattered puzzle pieces. and everytime you are inside someone's memories, you can hear snippets of their thoughts as you go along, ending in the full memory being fully restored when you exit

there are a ton of memory dungeons, one for almost every npc in town, and they introduce a thing called "special rule" dungeons for non-story ones where you have to play with certain gimmicks the whole way through (1 hp, perma blindness, enemy gauntlet, stuff like that). and every single one has those snippets of lore and foreshadowing you gotta piece together, little by little, to understand the truth behind the town

for the characters, the cast is very colorful and i think everybody genuinely feels very human. granted the voice acting isnt the best but it adds so much to the charm of it. plus the designs and all the official artwork there is is just breathtaking (ive only now been noticing there are a few elements in my own art that are subconsciously inspired from this game's artstyle)

i HAVE to mention raffaello here because now that i have a bigger understanding of how tropes and storytelling work, i can say for sure that he is just so, SO crazily well written; its not all in the text, but all the worldbuilding comes together eventually and that's when it really hits

and of course i gotta bring up the soundtrack- its almost entirely comprised of arrangements of older final fantasy songs and each and everyone of them is MAGICAL. its remained as one of my favorite soundtracks for years, so much that i realized that the official disc release was incomplete and went out and put together all 42 songs in the highest quality i could to make sure it doesnt become lost (this is a very reocurring theme with this game in particular)

i want people to play it and i want to talk about it. partially its because this is my favorite game. but also because its been THIS close to being a major case of lost media. there are SO many things that have been lost to time because they were japan only or they were overwritten on the internet (including the entire japanese chocobo series website portal, thats like three different unique websites with tons of never saved artwork they nuked). so much of it i still remember but i have zero way to access it anymore and it eats me from the inside out.

its a common theme of things being lost to time with this game but its also incredibly sad and funny because the entire theme of the game is things being lost to time. ouroboros. time is a flat circle.

and... here is where i come in talking about the remake- chocobo's mystery dungeon everybuddy and why i heavily recommend the original over it

so... the original wii game had a japan only ds port with some new elements and stuff. but the main thing with it is that they changed a LOT of the story; same plot, different execution, to fit in with a ds format. the problem with this is that the remake was based off of this version and not the original one, which leads to a LOT of serious and emotional moments being gutted and sped through.

the gameplay itself is fine, they actually made it even more pmd-like by adding a companion system, and they upped the difficulty a lot if you dont know what youre doing. but the story changes genuinely kill it for me if im being honest. they retconned what made me sad about the ending at the cost of everything else (and even then im angry because that took away from the intensely emotional ending that still had me crying like a baby LAST WEEK)

in general though. i just think this game is so beautifully crafted. this game originally came out in 2007 and it still holds up SO well. the graphics are very cute and stylized, but everything is so detailed that every single part of the world feels lived in. the town is very small but i think its why it always feels like coming home. huge recommend and i refuse to die until ive convinced at least one person to play it through to the end (its been 12 years and im still trying)

#long post #i am so sorry for the essay i love this game #please anybody who reads it. please try it #please #im genuinely so alone

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