#shakin street

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One of my favourite Prince Buster track.

The title references Orange Street in Kingston, Jamaica, a central hub for the island's vibrant music scene.

[1977-1981-the-era-of-music]

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Artist: Shakin' Street

Title: Vampire Rock

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#Shakin' Street #BEWARE THE SIREN #1977 to 1981 THE ERA OF MUSIC

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Artist: Shakin' Street

Title: Vampire Rock

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#Shakin' Street #BEWARE THE SIREN #1977 to 1981 THE ERA OF MUSIC

[mattitudeing]

ㅤㅤ──── MATT LOVES TO EXPERIMENT WITH YOU ❞

ㅤㅤ♱ summary: matt binds your ankles, spreads you andㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤteases your pussy with ice.

you’re lying on matt’s bed, the room cloaked in shadows, the only light a faint glow from the street sneaking through the blinds, casting stripes across the walls. the air’s still, heavy with the scent of his room—old pizza boxes, a hint of cinnamon candle scent, and that musky undertone that’s all him.

he’s standing by the bed, bare-chested, his skinny frame loose and relaxed, that wild brown hair flopping over his forehead, wearing one these baggy plaid pajama pants, red and green checks that slung low enough you can see the trail of hair dipping below the waistband, his cock already half-hard, nudging the fabric as he grins at you, a spool of twine dangling from his fingers.

“y’down for somethin��� wild?” he drawls, voice slow and thick, a lazy tease in every syllable as he grabs and twirls the twine you always use. “m’gonna have you shakin’ f’me.”

your breath catches, and you manage a nod, heat sparking low in your belly and he moves quick then, kneeling on the mattress, his hands snagging your ankles with that sloppy confidence he’s got.

he wraps the twine around them, rough and scratchy, knotting each one to the corners of the bed’s base, pulling your legs apart until you’re wide open, thighs taut, pussy bare and pulsing under his stare. your arms stay free, hovering uncertainly, but you don’t fight it—too caught up in the way he’s looking at you, like he’s about to unravel you piece by piece.

“damn, you look like a fuckin’ gift like this,” he mumbles, settling back to take you in, his hands brushing the twine as he checks his work. “m’so pumped t’mess with you.”

he went to the kitchen and came back with a bowl—not fancy, just some chipped ceramic thing—and pulls out a dripping chunk of ice, water trailing down his arm, drops falling soaking into the cuff of his pajama pants.

he holds it up, letting it glint in the faint light, a slow drip hitting the floor as it starts to melt in his grip; then he’s over you, close, his breath puffing against your collarbone as he presses the ice to your neck, right where your pulse hammers.

it’s a jolt, cold, biting, making you hiss, your body twisting against the binds, the twine scraping your skin.

“shit… s’freezin’, huh?” he chuckles, all lazy and smug, sliding the ice down your throat, leaving a wet streak that chills you to the bone.

your nipples perk up fast, straining against the air, and he notices, dragging the ice over one, then the other, watching them tighten, water trickling down your ribs.

“you gonna squirm f’me?”

the ice dissolves quick against your heat, pooling in the hollow of your throat, and he grabs another piece, this time trailing it along your jaw, letting it drip onto your lips.

you taste it—sharp, clean—and he leans in, licking the water off before it can fall, his tongue hot and sudden, making you moan.

slowly, he started moving lower, skipping the obvious spots, teasing the ice along the inside of your arm, the crook of your elbow, anywhere but where you’re aching most, driving you nuts.

“matt—c’mon—” you groan, voice shaky, tugging at the twine as your legs flex, desperate to close, but he’s got you pinned, and he just smirks, all cocky and smug.

“nah, m’not rushin’ this,” he says, grabbing another chunk, letting this one hover over your hip, water dripping onto your skin before he presses it down, sliding it toward your pussy, stopping just shy.

your hips jerk, the cold radiating, your clit throbbing, begging, but he pulls back, letting the ice melt in his hand, water splashing your thigh. “y’so needy f’me.”

he takes a bigger piece, holds it low, and finally—finally—brings it to your pussy, brushing it along your lips, the chill hitting your slick heat like a slap.

you yelp, loud and raw, your whole body tensing, the twine creaking as you pull against it while he rubs it slow, the ice melting fast, water mixing with your wetness, dripping down to soak the sheets, your clit buzzing with the cold, your breath hitching in sharp gasps.

“fuck, y’feel that?” he mutters, voice rough now, his free hand gripping your knee, keeping you spread as he slides the ice up, circling your clit until you’re trembling, the sensation sharp and wild.

you cum fast, a sudden burst, your pussy clenching, a choked moan spilling out as your body shakes, the cold pushing you over the edge hard. he watches, eyes wide, licking his lips as the ice melts away, leaving you wet and shivering.

“damn, you're so fuckin’ hot... m’so damn lucky y’letting me do this.”

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Johnny Cade ;

you were sweet, pretty, understanding, and somehow always had a good hair day.

you were smiling every time someone saw you, grinning from ear to ear. everyday was a good day for you.

while johnny was quiet, timid, not a good person for comfort at times and always had grease in his hair.

johnny cade only ever had a good day when y/n l/n acknowledged him.

you were walking down the streets of Tulsa, waving to everyone who said hi—which seemed like everyone.

“hi, y/n!”

“y/n!”

“how are you, y/n?”

you waved at each and every one of them, saying your own little greeting each time.

you flashed your famous smile, making johnny weak in the knees.

even though he was sitting, he felt like he still needed to sit down.

you were close to the bench where he and dally were sitting at. johnny was obviously nervous, wiping the sweat off his palms onto his jacket.

dally saw how his friend was getting anxious at the sight of you and instead of ignoring it or talking to him about it—he decides to tease him.

“hey look, johnny. ‘s your girlfriend.”

he mumbles, his new york accent coming out at the end. he points to you, making it obvious they were talking about you. he nudges johnny, pushing him over slightly.

johnny smacks his hand down, making sure you didn’t see anything.

“she ain’t my girlfriend, dal! cut it out.”

he says, quickly and in a hushed voice. his eyebrows furrowed, glaring at dallas.

johnny was about to say some snide remark, but that was before he saw you in his peripheral vision.

he turns his head to face you fast—so fast, dallas could’ve sworn he heard his neck crack.

“he-hey, y/n!”

johnny shouts, his voice cracking. he mentally scolded himself for being such a loser.

you look over to the voice just to see johnny sitting on a bench with dallas. johnny lifted his hand off his lap slightly, trying to wave.

you smile at seeing him, you always liked johnny. you wave to him just like you did the rest.

“hey, johnny!”

you greet before walking away without a second thought.

johnny felt a 10 pound weight released off his shoulders at hearing his name.

johnny wasn’t in a good mood earlier but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t smile more after that.

Dallas Winston ;

y/n l/n. the girl that made the sun envious with her smile, the girl that made everyone want to be her, the girl everyone knew.

dallas winston, the boy that was hand in hand with the devil himself, the boy who was in and out of the cooler, the boy that everyone knew.

y/n always had a good day. you just gave off that aura that surrounded everyone in peace.

dallas never had a good day. sure he’s had okay days, but good was pushing it.

he only has a good day when y/n talks to him.

dallas had stumbled his way into bucks bar, a black eye and a bloody nose.

he knew buck was throwing a party tonight and it seems that whenever a party has booze, two-bit is right there.

he tripped over his own feet searching for two-bit. he found him, sitting on the couch with you sitting right beside him.

you were giggling as his friend smacked his knee, absolutely dying at his own joke. dallas felt like dying when he seen how well the two of you got along.

two-bit glanced around the room, locking eyes with dallas. he shot up out of his seat, rushing to his friend.

you followed his gaze and saw dallas all beat up. you didn’t know the guy well but, you still worried for him.

you walked over to them, two-bit shaking his friend by the shoulders.

“don’t die on me, dal! don’t follow the light!”

“shut up and stop shakin’ me, will ya?!”

you let out an breathy chuckle as two-bit gets off dallas.

dallys eyes shift towards your direction and his eyes widen at the sight of you.

he grins, raising his chin like he doesn’t have dried blood all over him.

“hey.”

he says, his thick new york accent more obvious than before.

you smile, waving at dallas. you knew who he was, you’ve seen him around and heard all the rumours.

“hi!”

his lips were slightly parted, his eyes moving up and down—obviously checking you out.

he was about to say something else, probably something not so kid friendly. two-bit had shoved his shoulder, causing dallas to stumble back.

two-bit has a firm grip on his friends shoulders, spinning him around to the exit. your new friend looks over his shoulder as he guides dallas away.

“bye, y/n!”

“bye!”

two-bit leans in close to dallas, snickering.

dallas kisses his teeth, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“what was that ‘bout? freezin’ up when seein’ a pretty lady? tsk tsk, how unlike you.”

“shut up.”

maybe dallas did freeze up when seeing you, or maybe it was just shock that a bad day finally turned into a good day. all because of y/n.

how embarrassing.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

you always shined. people surrounded you all the time just to be around you. you were popular, everyone knew that.

ponyboy wasn’t outgoing but he wasn’t all that introverted either. he had the gang and that was enough for him.

but sometimes his eyes would wander towards where you and your friends were and wish he was over there with you, holding your hand.

ponyboy only had a good day when y/n invited him into stuff.

yeah, ponyboys had his fair share of good—even great days. but nothing like when you ask him to join you and your friends at the drive-in.

darry had gotten on ponyboy about his snide remarks during an argument, leaving him with a bad taste in his mouth for the rest of the day.

dally, johnny and ponyboy were walking into the dingo. dallas was talking about this broad he picked up last night while johnny and pony exchanged judging looks the longer dally went on.

the second they stepped in, they heard giggles and laughs in a booth seat. they sat at the counter, the old stools squeaking the second they sit.

ponyboy wanted to know who was having such a good day while his was absolute shit. maybe he could feel better about himself if it was one of dallas’ broads. he knew loads of embarrassing stuff about them through dally.

he leaned his elbows on the counter, slightly raising himself above his seat, trying to catch a glimpse.

that’s when he made eye contact with you. you were looking around the restaurant and just so happened to see ponyboy, looking like a weirdo.

he just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

you grinned, standing up in your seat. it’s been a long while since you’ve seen pony, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him.

“pony! come ‘ere!”

you shout, waving your hand. all your friends had turned to look at him. he got nervous, his palms started to sweat. there were some of the toughest greasers with you, so he thought they’d laugh at him.

they just grinned or gave a poor excuse of a smile to him before continuing their own small conversation amongst each other. he figured no one could really be mean with you around.

ponyboy got up out of his seat, his heart beating out of his chest. dallas was whistling as he got up with johnny trying to make him shut up.

when he made his way over, his hands shoved into his pockets as he stood infront of the table. everyone was looking at him again, tough looks on their faces now.

you flashed your famous smile and ponyboy’s body relaxed, getting a small, awkward smile on his face.

“are you busy friday?”

you ask, eyebrows furrowed. you were leaning on the table now, trying to get a good look at him.

he shook his head no, excitement filling his body. he felt butterflies in his stomach at hearing you ask that.

“good! i was wondering if you wanted to go to the double movie that night with me and my friends?”

a pink hue was now on ponyboys face. he could feel it and he knew you could see it.

he smiled, grinning from ear to ear. he put a hand behind his neck, rubbing it out of embarrassment. he looked away, not being able to meet your gaze with such a nerdy expression.

“yeah. i’ll go.”

he answers, finally looking back at you. the other greasers now with smiles on their face, yours sticking out to pony.

“cool! i’ll see you then, alright?”

you say your goodbyes, leaning back into the seat. suddenly—everyones small conversations didn’t matter anymore. everyone focused on you as ponyboy walked away.

the dread, anger, and annoyance in ponyboys body seemed to evaporate after speaking with you.

he kept thinking about friday, friday, friday. he was so into his thoughts, he didn’t hear dallas’ teasing or johnny telling him to shut his trap.

ponyboy’s terrible day turned into a good one in the matter of seconds. all because y/n invited him to go watch movies.

Sodapop Curtis ;

y/n l/n was a pretty lady. it wasn’t a secret. sure, she had other dudes interested in her but none too special.

y/n l/n was kind, had a one of a kind sparkle in her eye, and was that girl you could take home to mom.

sodapop curtis was that pretty boy all the girls talked about, the cute grease, the one you could—also—take home to mom.

they’re basically the same person. so, nobody was really shocked when they noticed that soda’s grin was wider whenever y/n came around the DX.

sodapop only has a good day when y/n comes around to buy a pepsi.

today at the DX was slow. yeah, there were a few customers here and there. no one worth remembering, though.

until you walked in. you had a small smile on your face—the one you always had. you payed no attention to sodapop at the register and immediately went to the drinks.

sodapop shot up immediately, his back straight and chest puffed out. he pretended to be checking himself out in the window, trying to act cool as you walked up to the counter.

“is this all?”

he asks, after pretending to be the coolest dude on the planet. all that, just so you can think about him in a positive light. soda knows you see the good in everyone but he wanted to be the one to stand out.

he wanted you to think of him the way he thinks of you.

you nod your head, smiling as you pull out your wallet.

soda stops you, pushing the pepsi bottle closer to you.

he leans on the counter, his elbows supporting his weight. he looks up at you, grinning. you looked down at him, lips parted and eyes wide.

“it’s on the house.”

you grin from ear to ear, putting your wallet back. you were about to grab your drink before stopping yourself. you put your hand on the space next to it, resting it there.

“really?”

“totally.”

soda confirms, tilting his head. you flash a smile, teeth and all before grabbing the drink.

you thank him, rushing to the door. before leaving you look back at him, waving goodbye. sodapop gets off the counter and waves back, the smile never leaving his face once.

once he knows you can’t see him anymore, his whole body relaxes. he exhales, a pink hue adorned on his ears.

soda slams a hand on the counter, the other hand on his knee as he bends down. he’s acting like he’d just ran a marathon when in reality—he just talked to you.

his boring old day turned into a good day. a day he can look back on before he goes to bed.

Darry Curtis ;

you were kind to people you don’t know, talkative, calm, and children like you.

darry’s quiet, aloof, calm in a scary way, and children cry when he stares at them for to long.

darry knows of y/n, just like how she knows of him. they don’t know each other to say they’re friends, though.

but it seems that every time y/n offers darry something—his terrible day turns into a good, bearable one.

darry’s never one to incline more on his day rather than just saying ‘it was okay,’ other than those days. then it’s, ‘pretty good.’

it was real hot in tusla and unfortunately for darry—he was roofing houses today. he had no water, no shade, and a black shirt on. as if his luck couldn’t get any worse—he worked past his lunch break.

you were walking to this cute place you and your friend had set up to meet when you walked by the house with some unfortunate man working. he was sweating, panting, and looked like he was dying.

you felt awful about it and you looked for some sort of solution to help him. that’s when you remembered the water in your bag. you were saving it for later but—you can always buy another.

“hey, mister!”

darry hears a shout from below. he turns his head and looks down, meeting your gaze. he immediately feels, well—humiliated. he’s sweaty, not in the best clothes, and is probably beet red.

he puts his tools down, shoving his hands into any sort of pocket he can find. he stuck his hand into his nail holder and regretted the choice.

“yeah?”

you raised the water bottle up, extending your arm. you shook it a little. you’re on your the tips of your toes, trying to show darry the bottle better—just incase.

darry tried to focus on the bottle but his attention shifted from it, to you. even though tusla was the temperature of the sun, you didn’t have a hair out of place, outfit absolutely perfect.

“do you want it?!”

“sure!”

he agrees, nodding his head. you toss the bottle up, praying that the throw wasn’t too long or too short. darry caught the bottle with ease, not even batting an eye.

the coldness from the bottle shocked darry at first, but nonetheless—he spun the cap open and started chugging the drink.

you stood there with a smile, happy to help. darry took the drink away from his lips, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he looks back at you, a small smile on his face.

“thanks!”

“you’re welcome!”

you shout, walking away while waving. darry watched as you walked away, admiration filled his eyes.

it seemed like the water bottle was a good luck charm, the wind started to pick up, the sun moved to the perfect spot, and eventually—he stopped sweating.

when darry got home, soda was the first one to ask how his day was. he opened his mouth, ready to say, ‘it was okay,’ until he stopped himself.

he looked down at the crumbled and empty water bottle, thinking of you.

“pretty good.”

Steve Randle ;

y/n was understanding, nice, pretty, and hated violence in anyway.

steve was rude, loud, and always found himself in fights—verbal or physical.

no one really knows how the princess like y/n heard of steve randle. but it happened and no one can really stop it now.

steve found himself in a cycle. one day he could have an okay day because the tuffest car came into the DX or he’d have a bad day, a rude customer ruining it.

he only ever has good days when you come around to fill up for gas.

steve and soda were outside, cooling off. they were talking about god knows what before the coolest car pulled into the DX drive way. it went to the gas pumps, the two boys watching it intensely.

steve smacks sodapops shoulder—telling him to get inside so the person can pay. soda kisses his teeth and rolls his eyes, walking towards the entrance of the store.

steve looks back to the car, seeing you pumping gas. he felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs when he saw it was you.

he spun around, facing a window. he’s focused in on his reflection, looking for any food stuck in his teeth or a hair out of place. when he snaps back into reality, he sees soda laughing at him on the other side.

steve flips him off before walking away. he walks towards you, stopping right beside you. you look over to see steve, admiring your car. he had sparkles in his eyes the longer he looked at it.

you smile, giggling to yourself. he looks over to you, a small pink flush on his cheeks.

“tuff car you got, ms.”

he mumbles, shifting around. by this time, your gas tank was full. you took the pump out and put it back.

“thank you.”

you say, grinning. you begin to make your way to the DX, ready to pay for gas. you’re stopped in your tracks with a hand on your shoulder.

steve wanted to talk to you more, so he couldn’t just let your attention be drifted away so soon. he wipes off any dirt on his hands onto his uniform before stopping you from moving any further.

you look over your shoulder, looking at him with curious eyes. you tilt your head, eyebrows furrowed.

“it-it’s free. on me.”

he stutters. mentally—he’s beating himself up about how stupid he was for stuttering. his eyes shift from meeting yours to the ground.

you grin, who are you to decline free stuff? let alone gas. excitement was obvious from your expression to body language. seeing you this happy made steve smile—just a little though.

“seriously?”

“yeah.”

he answers, trying to seem cool and collected as if he didn’t just stutter 10 seconds ago. he lets go of your shoulder, stuffing his hands in his pockets. he raised his chin, acting nonchalant.

you chuckle to yourself. what’s so bad about this steve guy anyway? you think to yourself.

“well, thank you.”

you say, walking towards your car door. steve rushes to it before you, opening it before you can even get the chance.

he, himself didn’t even know why he did it. he just did. his hand gestures to the inside of your car, telling you to get in.

your lips are slightly parted, eyebrows raised. you smile, flashing your teeth as you get in your car—thanking steve once more before driving off.

soda ran out of the store, cackling like a hyena at steve. he didn’t pay any mind to his best friends teasing, his mind was only filled with you.

sure, the ac in the DX stopped working, sure he had a nasty run in with several customers today. but you made it all worth it. he’d be willing to do it all again if it meant he could retry you guys formally meeting, without stuttering.

Two-bit Matthews ;

y/n was known all around. you were that girl. you were sweet, pretty, a good listener, and pretty funny.

two-bit was also known all around. not for the same reasons, no. not in the slightest. two-bit was snide, can’t sit still, always has to voice his opinion, but also—funny.

two-bit has some days that are better than the rest, without a doubt in his mind. but anything that sticks out? hell no.

two-bit matthews only has a good day when y/n l/n laughs at his jokes.

two-bit was sitting in a car with a bunch of his bar friends. all the windows were rolled down to drown out the smell of booze in the vehicle.

he was making jokes left and right, his friends hollering without a care that the cars on opposite sides of them could hear.

“then—the poor bastard tries to hit me but winds up with a black eye, from his own fist!”

he howls, almost falling out of the car window because he was laughing so hard.

you and your friends were one of the unfortunate cars beside them. your friends were groaning and complaining. on the other hand, you found it rather amusing. you rolled down your window just in time to hear the end of his story.

you laugh to yourself, finding the way he tells stories endearing. two-bit heard a laugh that wasn’t obviously from any of his buddys—too cute of a laugh.

he looks to his right, seeing you laugh at his jokes with your window rolled down.

two-bit stops laughing and starts admiring you, your smile, your hair, you. you were just—wow. you look back at the car beside you, wondering why the man isn’t saying anymore jokes.

you meet his gaze, embarrassment replacing all emotions. your lips tighten as you look down, trying to play it off.

two-bit snickers to himself, finding you interesting. he leans out the window, half his body left inside the car.

“hey, pretty!”

he shouts, grabbing your attention. you smile, waving back to him. your arm was out of the window, attached to the door of the car.

“you must have some humour to ya if you’re laughin’ at my jokes, huh?”

he teases, laughing out loud. he looks down at the grass as he continues to find his words absolutely hilarious.

“well, i like to think so.”

you respond, letting out a breathy chuckle. even though you didn’t find his words as funny as he did—his laugh sure did make up for it.

“if you think ‘m so funny, why don’t we hang out sometime, eh?”

two-bit offers, a giant grin on his face. you smile at his question and just as you were about to answer, your friend cuts you off.

“like hell she would, two-bit!”

they shout before driving off, obviously pissed off at his antics and jokes. you stick your body out the window, waving goodbye to two-bit.

he waved back as he watched the car you were in disappear. yeah, he was sad you left. but shoot, knowing y/n thought he was funny was the brag of the century!

two-bit had a terrible hangover the next day. he wished he could say he regretted drinking that much, but he really can’t.

because you turned a night he should regret into a night he’ll remember.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

It's thirty til midnight 'n the house is crowded with the hot press of bodies. Someone's shoutin'. Actually, most of 'em are shoutin'. The living room stinks like the spilled beer Two's ground down into the carpet. The TV's playin'. Some New Year's special that Pony's glued to. The record players skippin' its way through a Christmas album. The tree's still up 'cause none of them would let Darry take it down 'til after New Year's.

Darry checks his watch once, runs his thumb absently over the face, compares it to the little glowin' clock above the stove, stands up 'n shifts past the card game Johnny has been creamin' Dallas at for the last half hour. Darry wasn't sure how he had any money to his name left. He steps over the coffee table 'n catches the hand of pure shit Dallas grins 'n ups the bet on. Good lord Johnny was gonna have the shirt off his back before the night was over.

Soda's bouncin' back 'n forth between the holiday special 'n the card game, offerin' commentary only Johnny seems to enjoy. Steve's got a huge bowl of popcorn Darry had fixed balanced on his lap, pitchin' kernels at Two's mouth as he dives for 'em.

Darry sighs, snatches one out of the air 'n pops it into his own mouth, steppin' out of the way so Two falls unceremoniously onto his knees with a grin.

"Hey! I was gonna catch that one!" Darry rolls his eyes, absently grabs Pony from where he had his nose three inches from the tube 'n hauls him back, much to Pony's indignation.

"Sure you were. Just like you were gonna catch the other thirty or so that I'm gonna have to vacuum outta the carpet." But he doesn't really mean it. The mood's high 'n Darry's just pleased to have 'em all together. Outta trouble 'n safe.

"Hey it ain't my fault Steve can't throw straight! He ain't exactly got your arm, Dar." Two wraps both hands around Darry's bicep 'n Darry hauls him up, danglin' like a monkey with his knees all bent.

"Hey!" Steve takes his opportunity 'n dives off the couch, nearly dumpin' the entirety of the bowl onto Dallas' head. Dally yowls, drops his cards onto the table 'n snatches for Steve's ankles to drag him back across the floor. Johnny leans over, tips the cards up, 'n grins to himself, then promptly sprawls to the side to avoid Darry shakin' Two off him 'n onto the floor.

Soda, never to be left out, throws himself into the mess of limbs until they're all a tangled mass of carpet burn 'n sharp-toothed peels of laughter. Darry disentangles himself, hovers in the doorway 'n watches them for a moment. Then he checks his watch again, adjusts the worn leather strap, peers at the clock on the stove glowin' softly through the darkness of the kitchen, 'n slips out the back door.

He knows his time is numbered 'cause Pony 'n Soda have always been herders. Had to know where everyone was at all times. But Pony's sleepy 'n zoned in on the TV like a lifeline 'n Soda's had two shots (both hastily over the kitchen sink 'cause Pony still thought Soda was drunk on the plain idea of bein' alive 'n they all liked to let him think it) so he had maybe just a few more minutes than usual.

It's fridged outside. The kinda cold that burns along his bare arms 'n makes his breath hang in low clouds around his face.

He can't really explain it. He's never been real good about the holidays. They're just... heavy. Even before, well, everythin'.

He crosses the porch, sinks down on the stair 'n blinks down the empty street. There's a light or two on. One house or the other still holdin' out for midnight. Most are quiet 'n dark 'n Darry's heart does an odd little flip in his chest.

He doesn't know why he thinks about the winter he was twelve 'n had been the best of friends with the boy that lived on the corner. Or why his stomach sinks when he thinks about how hard he'd cried when they had moved out. Inconsolable even when their mama had pulled him up into her lap (though he was too big for that. Too big for needin' his mama.) (that last bit was never true. He still needed his mama. Maybe more than he ever had before.) 'n had just cried 'n cried 'til Soda 'n Pony had come home from wherever they'd been 'n that had been that. 'Cause he shouldn't cry in front of his brothers. He should be strong for them.

Somethin' shatters to the ground inside 'n jerks Darry outta his memory.

"Sorry!" Someone hollers 'n Darry chuckles to himself. Man, maybe he shouldn't have had that last beer. He must be in too good of a mood 'cause he doesn't even think about goin' in to reem out whoever was breakin' shit. But he knows that's not true 'n it ain't the beer to blame.

He runs his hands up 'n down his arms, stands up 'n crosses the lawn, dead 'n dry in winter, leans against the fence 'n hisses when the metal bites into his arms. He sighs, kicks at the hole ripped in the bottom, smiles absently to himself.

Soda 'n Two had put that there. Had run one of those push petal cars so hard into it they'd both flown off 'n scraped knees 'n elbows 'n come crawlin' up the steps with, not two, but three missin' teeth between the two of them.

God, they must have been in middle school then. When had they grown up so much?

"Agh put me down you sonofabitch!" Somethin' else hits the ground but this time Darry's mostly sure it's a person. No one wails so he figures he's still safe. 'N he ain't ready to go back in yet.

He checks his watch, fiddles with the knob on the side, a nervous habit he's had since he was eighteen. Fifteen minutes to go. Plenty of time.

A breeze kicks up, swings the gate open 'n closed so it lets out a low, mournful squeal. It hadn't hung right since the summer Darry was ten. They'd always just jumped the fence, givin' each other the boosts they refused to ask for, gigglin' when their mama had called them coyotes, takin' runnin' starts 'n laughin' off when they misjudged it 'n came down hard on their knees. Their daddy had sworn he was gonna fix it every summer since.

He never got to.

Last month they'd had a real bad wind storm that pushed that old gate forlornly back 'n forth for hours, wailin' 'n moanin' until Darry had scowled 'n muttered he was gonna fix that goddamn thing if it was the last thing he ever did. 'N then he'd looked over at Pony 'n they both suddenly felt sick to their stomachs.

He never did get around to it.

The wind howls 'n Darry flexes his fingers, realizes suddenly its the only sound he can hear. He checks his watch again. Five minutes to go. He should go back inside.

But then he's runnin' his fingers around the face 'n thinkin' about the people not waitin' for him back in that hot 'n crowded living room. Thinkin' about how it ain't really his watch.

It had been his daddy's. His pride 'n joy. Thick leather strap 'n gold platin' around the face 'n it had been his granddaddy's before him. God, Darry had coveted it. Could remember bein' thirteen, runnin' fingers around 'n around it til it shone. Fifteen 'n askin' his daddy if he'd pass it down to him one day. Eighteen when he had put it in his hands on his graduation day.

You gotta watch out for it. The time flies, kiddo. Be careful how you spend it.

Darry doesn't hear the screen door slam, or the patterin' footsteps across the lawn, or the creak of the fence as someone leans against it til Soda's there, head restin' down on Darry's shoulder. Darry jumps, scrubs the back of his hand against the tears so hot against his flushed cheeks they burn. 'Cause he shouldn't cry in front of his brothers. He had to be strong.

"I figured I'd find you out here." Soda wraps a blanket, stolen from the couch, around Darry's arms 'n he suddenly realizes just how cold he is. He sighs, pulls Soda in 'n tucks him under his elbow.

"C'mon, Soda. You shouldn't be out here." 'N he shouldn't. 'Cause he shouldn't ruin everyone else's good time with his stupid achin'. "Let's get you back inside."

Soda tilts his head back 'n blinks up at Darry. Or, no he doesn't. He doesn't need to. Hasn't needed to look up to Darry in a long time, long since hit that final growth spurt that had their mama lettin' out all his jean hems 'n hopin' they stopped below his ankle. "You shouldn't be out here alone, Dar."

"I'm fine-"

"Oh, I know. You're fine. You're good. You're peachy." Soda sighs, drops his chin back down to Darry's shoulder. "You thinkin' about them?"

'N he is. But not really. He's thinkin' about all of them. About breakin' promises 'n not bein' careful enough. About turnin' around one day 'n Pony's not six years old 'n followin' Darry around 'cause he was still young enough to think Darry was the coolest person alive. That Soda's not ten years old 'n missin' his front tooth 'n a permanent bandaid on his knees 'n bringin' home one kid after another until their house was always full. That Johnny 'n Two 'n Dallas 'n Steve ain't just his brother's friends or strangers hangin' around his living room or even just good buddies.

"I'm thinkin' about my resolution." He pulls Soda in closer 'n somewhere down the street someone bangs pans together. A lone firework bangs off into the sky, lightin' his brother's face in a way that makes him look like he was a kid again, pressed against the window 'n tryin' so hard to stay awake.

"Well, don't leave me hangin'." Soda yawns, presses his face into Darry's chest to shield it from the wind.

Darry smiles softly to himself, runs a hand through Soda's hair, the lamp light bouncin' off the watch face when he lifts his wrist.

"I'm gonna keep some old promises."

I ain't gonna let time slip me by. The back door bangs open 'n when Darry turns he can see the shinin' grin on Two's face, his arm draped around Steve's shoulders. Pony leanin' hard on Dallas though Darry knows he'll claim he ain't tired. Johnny shiverin' in his too-big jacket.

"Come on, Dar! You're gonna miss it!" 'N Darry knows he means the ball drop or the announcer on TV or the end of the special but Darry can only smile ruefully, shift Soda closer to him 'n sweep him right off his feet to carry him inside.

You're right. You gotta be careful or you will. You'll miss it all.

tags 'cause y'all were so sweet in my other post I was like well I simply gotta finish this right now😭@trekkiehood @strxwberry-julius @marmaladedcroissant @wildestdreamcatcher @sarcasticallyexplicit11 @scalls @greasernamedbug

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

THIS CAME TO ME IN MY DREAM... CAN YOU MAKE A STORY ABOUT THE READER BEING NANAMI'S LITTLE SISTER AND GOJO HAS A CRUSH ON HER OR SMTH IDK 🤭🤭🤭

A/N: Gojo art credits go to @tayatimiko

GOJO that jumps in his seat startled af, eyes wide as saucers behind his blind fold when come up from behind and cover em w/ both hands. "Baby, why haven't u called me back? It's so lonely in my mansion." You quote, a sensual whisper in his ear. He jumps to his feet, bumpin into his desk clumsily, offering a nervous chuckle at ur joke. "Hey, y/n.. Was just omw out. Sorry. I Gotta, um.. Uhh, u know-," Stutters some lame excuse and flees the classroom. Just like he does whenever u catch him alone after hours. "What the actual fuck?" 🤨 Fuckin guy's been actin strange lately. Like even for Satoru's weird ass. You've been tryin to get him alone to talk about but it's as if he can't stand to be in the same room with u. Refuses to look at u more than a few seconds and its drivin u too the damn brink.

GOJO that's always been like kin to u. But you're not fuckin blind, how could you not notice the skyscraper is sex onna stick? Soiled 💦 plenty of ur pretty panties just from lookin at his pretty face. But he swats away ur school girl crush without a thought. As Nanami's lil sis, Satoru insisted on treating u like a sibling. But ur older now. And what u don't know is.. He can't deny you've grown into a lovely young woman. Smart, compassionate, brave. And GAWD, don't even let him start thinkin bout that fuckin body..

GOJO is startin to feel like a super creep cause he can't stop his filthy mind from day dreaming albout you, no matter what he's doin. Ur soft curly mane, shape of ur beautiful y/e/c eyes, curve of ur cute nose. The softest plush full lips.. They'd def feel otherworldly wrapped around his- 👄👅🍆"Fuuuck, baby, don't stop.." Satoru groans, abruptly wakin himself up from the lusty dream starring u. Scrubs at his tired features and glances at the alarm clock. 12:37 am. "Dammit, ma.. Can't even sleep without u on my mind." Spends the rest the night tossin and turnin, tryin to erase the vision of u gaggin on his cock from his pervert brain.

GOJO no longer believes in relieving his stress if it isn't inside of u, basically becomes a born again virgin. Really thinks the amount of nut he's savin for u gave him hyperspermia and now every time he cums, it can literally fill buckets. Even worse he just start havin the most intense nocturnal emissions. Though his body feels like it's on cloud 9, it's startin to get aggravating, goin to sleep w/ u on his mind only to wake up to his dick dischargin like a automatic. "Shitshitshit! Nooo, not again." Satoru stares at his inflated cock swelling fatter in disbelief, energy burstin from him uncontrollably when he spasms, whimpering for u again and again as the temple starts to tremble, cracks tearing through the foundation. "Y/n, baby, fuuuck- I need u! Ohhplease, be mine.. Jus lemme feed that pussy this big fat load. Please honey, 's all for u, all for -nghh.. ah, ah, ah, can't stop! I can't stop cummin for u baby." The lastest dirty delusional demo 🍆🍩 of u cloggin his brain and he's so helpless, grippin the thick throbbing base of his shaft tight, trying to stop the overwhelming flow, gut compressin as the next spurt shoots even harder. An detrimental earthquake cracks through the surrounding streets but Satoru's too busy cryin and shakin. "Oh fuck, I can't take it! T-too good, too much.. haaah! 'M gonna die, pleeease! Stopstopstop- no! Wanna stuff u princess, such a waaaste.." Delrious ass sweatin bullets while his nut shoots high in the air, splatter audible when it rains back down all over his face and chest. But he just sloppily jerks at his dick, head saggingon his pillow as he attempts to wring himself dry, nut coating his slender knuckles in the yummiest glaze. "H-help me sweet girl- ohhh y/nnn.." Can't stop gaspin ur name, thrashin in his king size bed, the last of his ooey gooey nut cascading down his dick and balls as thunder crashes up above, lightning hailing across the sky like electric arrows before a random bolt slices through the adjoining building. Fuck.. Yaga's definitely gonna be pissed.

GOJO despises staying away from u and misses the fuck outta ur clingy ass. Craves how u used bake him his favorite sweet treats when he came over, yummy body bangin in ur sports bra and lil cotton shorts. Backing it up on him, reachin back to grip his neck, twerking all on him to the nastiest playlist. Or how u used to slide to his place unannounced, usually watchin as he laid on his tummy and rocked out on the ps5 in only a pair of black briefs. You'd always sit on his naked back, playin in his hair, massagin the weeks tension out his broad shoulders as he shouted obscenities at his teammates, only pausing to groan in satisfaction at ur talented fingers. Satoru can still feel the heated print of ur cushy tush 🍑 and chubby puss 🍪 molded to his spine. Had to will his away his nut countless times as he laid atop a fat boner, tryin to concentrate on the game and not moan like a whore when u squish ur front to his back and hug him tight. "Yay, good job Toru, u won!" Ur weight puttin the most delicious pressure on his dick. Feels so slutty rememberin how the smallest softest kiss to the back of neck had his eyes glazing over, teeth diggin into his bottom lip as nut pours from his flushed slit.

GOJO can't accept his crush on his good friends lil sis. Needs space from u since he can't pin ur feet behind ur ears and slurp ur cunt till he's full, so he decides to be a grade A dick. "Y/n, we need ta talk." Folds his long arms and shakes his head when u stomp ur foot and throw a hissy 😡 after he says u can't come on missions w/ him and Nanami anymore under pretenses that he just tryin to keep u safe. "Seriously Toru? U been ignorin me for how long? No reason, not a text or call. Now this shit?" Lean frame reclined against the schools entrance doors beside ur perplexed brother, kissable lips thinning dramatically. Pussy ofcourse is lookin anywhere but u. "'M not gettin into all that, y/n. Lets jus keep it professional since we're at work, yeah?" Nanami quirks a blonde brow, so sick and tired of the odd tension. "Gojo, it's fine. Y/n's got us. It's never been a problem before. We can-," ur brother tries to interject but Satoru huffs and storms off without another word. "Just stay this once. I'll talk to him." Ur bother squeezes u in a quick hug when ur eyes tear w/ frustration, kissing the top of ur head before jogging after the idiot.

GOJO feels bad when Nanami scolds him the next day about makin u cry. "U were an absolute terror yesterday. More than usual. I don't care why. U need to fix this Satoru. Whatever it takes." Satoru is exasperated af atp. Wholeheartedly doubts ur brother knows what he's saying. He can't even be in ur presence w/ out wondering what ur perfect tits would feel like in his mouth. 🤤 "Look.. We just need.. Space rn. Its nothin." Nanami slits his eyes, poppin Satoru in the back of the head. "I'm not an idiot, like u. Can't just ignore how she feels bout u.. How u feel about eachother." Satoru definitely engages his infinity, always expectin this convo w/ ur brother to be rather unpleasant. "How long have u known?" "How long have u loved her?" Satoru's stumped. So he's not as subtle as he believes? Shocker. 😮 "Longer than I care to admit rn. Kento.. It'll change everything." Nanami nods slow. "Just don't hurt her."

GOJO that's the one who ends up hurt when he arrives to the school for class but sees u trainin real up close and personal with the new instructor. The fucker 🖕🏽is all in ur grill, leanin his weight into u as he helps u "stretch". Feelin up ur thighs while pressin ur leg above ur head, his bulge pokin dangerously close to the center between ur legs. "How's that feel, sweetheart? Not too bad right?" Its a dagger to his heart 😭that ur all smiles and giggles. Satoru doesn't even realize he's shoved em off u, wailing on the guy over and over. "Fuckin bastard! Swear if u EVER fuckin touch what's mine again, I'll rip ur fuckin arms off!" Pummels him to a pulp and the fuckin loser is unconscious by the 2cnd punch but he doesnt stop. "Satoru, stop! Ur gonna kill him!" Which he wouldn't have realize if it weren't for u usin the cursed technique u share w/ Nanami, the precise hit blastin him back so hard Satoru has to dig his nail into the ground to catch his footing. U gaze at eachother in the longest stare down, tense af, chests heaving, both brewing with fiery burst of cursed energy. Thoughts racing a hundred miles per minute and Satoru just can't take this shit no more. Teleports inches away, yankin u to him w/ both hands on ur ass and smotherin u inna a hungry demanding kiss. But ur still pissed, pushin him back before slappin him across the face. "I should rip UR fuckin arms off for thinkin u could ghost me then slide thru to defend my honor!" Feelin a bit of justice as he rubs his pink cheek. "I know, I'm sorry y/n. I-," But u interrupt him with another hard smack. "Just.. Shut up, dummy. Dick first, talk later." You snarl, dragging him to his office by his uniform collar.

[c0rpseductor]

people killin people dyin peter lois meg and bryan never see it cuz im on my private island makin stacks and fuckin lyin hit the dow and imma buy in wall street shakin and they cryin they the gazelle and im the lion you better stop tryin STEWIE!

[stewie accent] mile high club with these hoes im flyin never come down cause up here we giants so much ice call it cryoscience get her so wet now we slip and slidin

[todouswife]

Fanum Headcannons

I'm still pretty new to amp as a whole so this is probably not the best but I'm trying bc why is there no Fanum content here ???? this man is too fine to not have a million fics. sigh i guess i gotta do it myself. i swear ill get better once i grasp how he is more. i just gotta watch them more

He is very protective, not jealous. He knows he got you and you stayin' but he don't want no one to try anything with you. Like he doesn't care what you wear with him but he doesn't want u to wear stuff too reviling by yourself. He's just worried someone will try you.

He gives me very much so

"Nah you need to look sluttier. Let ya ass hang out or somethin'," he says looking at your outfit. You scrunch up your face not expecting that answer.

"What do you mean?"

" What I said, wear something sluttier imma show you off tonight baby. Don't worry about nobody sayin' nothin' to you I can fight baby."

With that said he deff the type to meet some folks while you are out with him and when they start talking about you not knowing you're his girl he just lets them talk and get surprised when you come up and kiss him.

"Damn, she shakin' that shit," one of the dudes he was sitting with at the bar says looking at you. Fanum just chuckles and agrees glancing her direction every few minutes.

"Look at ha. She comin' this way imma try and get ha number." the same guy says when he notices you walking in his direction.

"Nah bro, I wouldn't do that. What if she got a man?" he says with a smirk watching his girl make her way over.

"Who cares nigga? She bad he shouldn't have let her come out alone."

"Good thing I didn't huh? Now get the fuck on goofy." Fanum says right as you get over to them. "How you doin' mami?" he asks, his attitude so much different.

He is such a gentleman. Like holds your hand and guides you downstairs. He refuses to let you open a door if he is there. He will not let you walk on the side near the street. just little stuff

he knows little things make you happy. He will plan dates, color code y'alls outfits, buy flowers, cooks, and takes care of you.

This man will speak in Spanish and it is the sexiest thing ever and he will say some of the sweetest stuff and then refuse to translate

He seems so mean and like he just goes through women but when he finds someone he loves he is just so sweet and like a big teddy bear.

[yuurei20]

Short Translation from Twisted Wonderland the 2nd novel: The Stampede (1/2)

“‘Ruggie is not in the procession.’

Upon hearing this from Riddle and Cater, Yuuya and Grim break into a run.

Riddle and Cater are to join the March of Athletes, while Yuuya and the others are to wait on standby near the coliseum. The original plan had been for each of them to monitor Savanaclaw’s movements. And yet they have lost sight of Ruggie.

Riddle did confront Leona, but it seems he—of course—brushed it off, claiming he does not know.

And the march has already begun.

Yuuya and the rest of the non-athlete group split up to search for the missing Ruggie.

The main gate is open, the campus flooded with guests. Just as everyone has been saying, the tournament is far livelier than regular school events. Looking this way and that on their search, Grim bumps into a passerby.

‘Ouch! Watch where you’re walkin’!’

‘Grim, hey!’ In a slight panic, Yuuya quickly bows to the man.

It seems the short Grim is having difficulty making his way through the crowds. There are so many people that Yuuya, too, struggles to make any progress as they search. They decide to put some space between themselves and the boisterous festival grounds.

Catching his breath, Grim watches the large crowds as he complains. ‘We’re never gonna find that bastard Ruggie with all these humans swarmin’ the place!’

‘Yeah. It might be better for us to move somewhere with a better vantage point.’

Grim lifts his head. His ears twitch, suddenly on high alert.

‘Hey. Feels like the ground’s shakin’.’

‘Really? I don’t feel anything…’

And in that moment, an animal-like cry rings out. At first Yuuya thinks he must have imagined it, but then it grows louder—closer.

Realizing where the sound is coming from, Yuuya begins to tremble. It is the combined, desperate screams of many, many people.

‘Please, help me!’ ‘Run!’ ‘I’m being crushed!’

In the direction of the cacophony of voices there rises a light brown cloud. Dust. And within it, people’s faces. And not just one or two. Ten, twenty, no—dozens of people, running all together in a group.

They move over the ground as a single organism, like a wave, towards Side Street. Towards Grim and Yuuya.

"Everyone, please remain calm. Follow the guidance of staff and please move in an orderly manner.’

The hysteric crowd is not listening to the announcements from the PA system. Caught up in such chaos, all they can do is run for their lives."

[sebsxphia]

can we get a walt finnegan fic maybe one day .. especially the dancing scene in the bar which leads to the nile’s fight scene , like you and walt dancing getting your groove on and then that happens and you have to meet him outside because he’s been kicked out because of the niles fight scene where everyone starts fighting

(use the songs ‘take your time (do it right’ as like a prompt type song yk cause it’s in the film !!)

￫ warnings: mentions of injuries and sex.

￫ authors notes: i hope you enjoyed this little drabble, my dear anon 🥹 i miss finn!

the phrase, “it all happened so fast” has never rung so true. the multicoloured flashes from the lights above the dance floor blurred your vision. you could only make out figures moving and limbs swinging. finn’s warmth was plucked from your frame and you could feel a cool breeze of air flush on your chest.

“finn! walt!” you yelled against the booming music still playing. your eyes adjusted and you watched the rest of his friends stumbling out the back door, with a security guard firmly behind them. “fuck.”

you ran across the dance floor as quick as your small heeled boots could take you.

the stark contrast of the cold night air, in comparison to the hot and sweaty air inside the club, hit you like a freight truck. your body began to tremble and you crossed your arms over your strapped top, trying to in-case some warmth.

the cheers and jeers of finn’s friends echoed down the street and panic began to set in. where was he? did he leave without you? was he still inside, lying cold on the floor?

“sweets!” a cracked call caught your attention from the side of the pavement.

“jesus! finn!” you ran over to him and immediately squatted down to his hunched over frame. he was cradling the side of his face, with one eye squeezed shut.

“are you okay? what the fuck happened?” he dragged his hand down his face, before wrapping his arm tightly around you to draw you in. “oh my god! your eye!”

a gruesome gash slit down his eyebrow and onto the very top of his cheekbone. a light dusting of purple was already starting to blossom on his tanned skin.

“i’m fine, sweetheart. jus’ was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” he chuckled and squished you in closer.

you let out a “tut” sound and shook your head, in complete disbelief for his casualness to this situation. you moved out of his grasp and fumbled around in your purse for a tissue. you gently dabbed it against his graze, but he couldn’t help but notice how badly your hand was trembling against his face.

“you’re the one shakin’, you’re shivering, baby.” he winced as you pressed on a particularly sore part, but he covered it quickly with a reassuring smile. you didn’t miss how his body was reacting to his infliction and you playfully rolled your eyes back at him.

“i’m fine, walt, i promise. you’re warm enough. just, let me.” you argued back at him, determined to let him falter back and shed the un-phased look he carried.

once you cleaned up the majority of blood from his skin, you firmly instructed him to hold the bloodied tissue against his graze until you were home. you helped him up (although he didn’t need it, you just wanted to prove your point) and guided him back the way to his dorms.

although you were still neatly tucked under his arm and pressed against his body heat, the chilly night air couldn’t hold back and you practically vibrated against him.

“give it up, you’re cold.”

“am not!” you protested once more but it fell on deaf ears, as he parted from you and shed his shirt. “walt! you’re gonna freeze—”

he draped his shirt over your shoulders and pulled you into his now bare chest, to place a firm kiss on your lips, in an attempt to stop your protests.

“i would rather freeze out here with a pretty girl like you, than bare to see my sweetheart shiver so hard, that i can see their nipples poking through their shirt.”

you gasped and looked down to see the exact thing that finn had pointed out. you playfully jabbed your fingers into his side, that caused him to rupture out into laughter.

“c’mon, lets get you home so i can warm you, and breasts included, up with my hands.”

[angeliteeyes]

Can you do Aoi asahina x androphobic male!reader?

Of course!! And thank you for trusting me with this topic. I did my best to research it properly and sincerely, so hopefully that came through in my writing. Here you go!

Aoi Asahina x Androphobic Male Reader

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The night sky glittered up ahead. Seeing all the stars shine like this as you walked home was a sweet reprieve from the difficulties of daily life. Those stars brought you peace with their stagnant simplicity. Beautiful, but far away. Visible, but incapable of viewing you. Strong, but never hurting you. In an odd way, you could call them "perfect".

The group of boys huddled together in the street embodied the exact opposite qualities: dangerous, perceiving, and much, much too close for your comfort.

You hurriedly ducked behind a nearby bush. If you wanted to get back home, you'd have to walk past them. But... even now, you could hear their loud laughter roaring in the middle of the road, making your body tremble. It didn't matter if they would hurt you; it mattered that they might. And no matter how small that possibility, how unlikely, it lingered within your brain. Taunting you.

"Hey, what's got ya shakin' like a leaf over here?"

The sound of a woman's voice pulled you out of your spiral and made you look up at her. Oh, you recognized her from somewhere. Aoi, was it?

Seeing her helped you calm down a little, yet explaining the situation felt a bit humiliating. You weren't sure if she'd even understand. Many didn't, with your gender and androphobia being falsely perceived as incompatible.

"Um, it's just..." You pointed timidly over to the group's direction.

"Huh? Are those guys causing problems for you? Urgh, lemme go over there and teach 'em a lesson—" She begins to stomp over to where they're at before you hastily pull at the end of her jacket sleeve.

"No, no, they haven't done anything wrong. It's just..." The full truth was too much to say, but if you didn't stop her protective tirade, who knows what she'd do. "It's just how I am. It's so dark out, and there's so many of them. It's... it's scary."

You braced for a negative reaction but received none. Instead, you watched as Aoi thumped her enclosed fist into her other, open hand. Her face beamed at you with a bright, excited smile.

"Ohhh I get it, so this is a challenge for you. I know what to do. Let's run past them together! The more challenges you face, the easier they'll get." Full to the brim with energy, she assisted you up from your crouched position. You could feel your heart beating faster at the thought of her plan. Before you could back out, though, she grasped your hand and nodded reassuringly at you.

"In 3... 2... 1... Go!"

Within the first few seconds, you'd already started to stumble. Clearly, she hadn't taken into consideration your differences in athleticism. She corrected herself, though, and eventually slowed down to your speed. Her hand firmly pulled at you to ensure you stayed upright, offering much-needed support.

The two of you eventually found a steady rhythm together. But now was the time for the real challenge: getting past the men. At the thought, your head started to get dizzy and your breath faltered. Maybe you couldn't do this, after all. Maybe the running would draw their attention. You looked up and—

Oh. You already passed them.

"That should do it!" Aoi's hand drew away from yours, now instead being placed on one of her hips. "You're headin' home, right? We close to it yet?" Your head swiveled around to look at your familiar surroundings.

"It's right here, actually. Thank you so much. I'm sorry for bothering you." She rubbed the back of her head shyly.

"Aw, don't mention it. I was itching to get a good sprint in anyway." Aoi shuffled a little from side to side. She tried to play it off as if she'd barely done anything. In her eyes, maybe she really didn't. But in yours, she'd managed to help you face your fear without even a second of judgment or disbelief. That's... well, that's kinder than the other ways she could've reacted, that's for sure.

"No, really, thank you. Um, I guess I'll go inside now. Bye." You started towards the entrance of your house until you heard her call out from behind you.

"Wait a minute. I'm still feeling fired up! That's it, you gotta train with me tomorrow. Got it? No excuses!"

You turned around in disbelief. "Huh? But you're way faster than me. I'll just slow you down, won't I?" Despite your attempt to reason with her, she merely doubled down.

"I said no excuses! I dunno why, but my instincts are yellin' at me to train with you, so I'm gonna listen to 'em. I'll see you soon!" In a flash, she was gone and out of sight.

You entered your house and crawled into bed, but not before looking out of your window one last time. You gazed at the stars, and felt strangely nostalgic for the bond that had just formed beneath them.

Beautiful, strong, perfect. You quietly recounted that previous description of the stars to yourself. This time, though, you were talking about something—or rather, someone— else.

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Author's note: Dear everyone reading who struggles with androphobia/any other life-altering phobia, this is a safe place for you. You should never feel ashamed for something that is not your fault. I wish the best for all of you and your futures 💙

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Title: Vampire Rock

Album: Vampire rock

Played on: Tue Dec 03 2024 10:55:18 GMT-0600 (Central Standard Time)

#Shakin' Street #1977 to 1981 ERA OF MUSIC

[drakehavenelite]

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Artist: Shakin' Street

Title: Vampire Rock

Album: Vampire rock

Played on: Tue Dec 03 2024 10:50:12 GMT-0600 (Central Standard Time)

#Shakin' Street #Female Fronted #BEWARE THE SIREN

[dollyluvss]

trans chigiri brain rot, trans chigiri brain rot, trans chigiri br-

warnings; oral, gn!reader but also implied trans!reader, pet names(princess, baby, pretty),manhandling :33 sent kink(???idk im just a perv at heart n sent gets me goin) fluff to smut, minors dni!!!

trans!chigiri uses he/they/she pronouns and wants to experiment with neopronouns as well>:3

trans!chigiri who finds comfort in reader especially if you are also trans! chigiri loves bein able to bond with you and get colser, eventually fallin for you hard.

trans!chigiri who dresses however the fuck they want to. hyperfem? short skirt with a crop top, thigh highs n heels? absolutely. baggy pants/shirts with big shirts/wife beaters? of course! completely androgynous, messy/smudge makeup from the day before with unkempt hair? they are walkin down the street with a scowl on their face as he walks to his destination givin everyone who looks at him sideways a dirty look.

trans!chigiri who loves to match and shop with you! if you like dressin any way you want as well she will want ti match with you everyday if you let her.

nsfw under the cut<3

trans!chigiri who agrees to you giving him head, hes so so nervous.

trans!chigiri her thighs are shakin’ like crazy, she’s already pantin’ before you even undress her.

“you okay, princess? your shakin’..” you coo at chigiri as you settle between his legs. hes sitting on the edge of her bed with you in between her legs.

“m’just nervous..just get on with it already..” he replies, turning his head to the side while running his hand through his hair while sighing.

you chuckle at his snide reply, running your hands up his legs, tugging down his shorts revealing black panties. he’s so damn pretty, fuck. you could almost taste them already, their already soaked through their panties and the smell? oh god the smell was divine..you lift their legs over your shoulders and pull them so they are flush against your face. you breathe them in, nose rubbing against their clit slightly. chigiri falls slightly at your sudden actions, they gasp at the sensation and embarrassment. how could someone be so lewd?

“h-hey..! not so rough-” he breathes before he moans, almost sounds like a yelp from a puppy as you lick his cunt through his panties.

he moans your name, loudly. making you moan in response, you could taste his sweet cunt even through the panties. licking and sucking his pussy through his panties before pulling them to the side before you dive back in. licking up his cunt slowly as you look up at him, he’s so beautiful like this. panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. he’s looking at you with beautiful pink eyes, glossy from how much hes feeling. chigiri arches her back as you suck his clit, paying close attention to the cute bundle of nerves. you close your eyes, completely lost in her beautiful moans and please for nothing, her taste is so so sweet. just like her, you can get enough, you need more of her.

you pull away quickly, pushing chigiri back on their back so they are laying on some pillows. you place their legs are on your shoulders again, settling on your hunches and you bend them almost in half. their feet are next to their head in a heartbeat, they are stunned as you manhandled them so easily. you smother your face into their sweet cunt like a starved animal. it felt so fuckin good all he could do was moan louder and louder. your tongue is so deep inside of their cunt they can almost feel you in their stomach, everything’s happening so fast that they don’t realize how close they are to cumming in your mouth.

“f-fuck! c-close..gonna c-cum..!” she moans, gripping the sheets she thinks they might rip, you dont stop at all. sucking her clit feverishly until she start to shake, she squirts, hard. you pull back as she squirts all over herself. she’s panting, starstruck at the intensity of everything. you hold her legs, kissing her inner thighs to soothe her, before she can speak she feels you kiss her clit. it was like you were making out with her cunt, your tongue is deep inside her again as you almost suck her dry. shes moaning again, begging for a break. you pull away, saliva and cum connecting you two as you look at her with eyes of pure lust.

“im not done with you yet, pretty girl.”

woo! i am done! this was steamy, had me all hot n bothered im ngl>;3 i realize tge position chigiri is in at the end is kinda confusin so here is a visual link (its a porn link bc it was only one i could find</3) anyways! this was my first finished smut, how did i do? i hope the use of all three of the pronouns isnt to confusin but do let me know! :)) reblogs are appreciated! mwah have great day!<33

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