warnings: smut, unprotected piv (safety first), oral (recieving), hot and sweet, the 90s
To be clear, Tate didn't have a crush on you.
When you first met, smoking outside Westfield in between classes, sure, he totally thought you were hot. Definitely the prettiest girl in Los Angeles, including the stupid actresses and models. You were a totally real girl, raw and real and beautiful— but he saw you as a friend, nothing more.
He never thought about have sex with you. He respected you way too much for that shit— he wasn't going to fuck up what you guys had. You were his only friend, and even though you were pretty popular, you had confessed many times that you only felt like you could really be authentic around him.
It was true: his bedroom was the only place you could be real.
You'd climb the stairs after school and put on vinyls and talk about Kurt Cobain and Morrissey. All of your friends listened to pop music on the radio. Sometimes you felt like Tate was the only person with any depth in the whole city.
"Why do you hang around Langdon?" your friends would say, “He's a total headcase. Freaky eyes." You wouldn't even bother to respond. He didn't care what anyone said about him. You didn't either— you got him. That's what mattered.
After you started dating Connor, the captain of the football team, you made less time for Tate. He missed you, but he wasn't jealous. He was happy that you were happy.
When you still came to his house, he was only grateful.
You didn’t ring the doorbell anymore. You just came in through the backdoor, which was always open, and ran up the stairs. Sometimes, you got to his house before him if he had something to do after class, an errand or a detention.
Today you flipped through his records until he came home.
"Hey, Miss Popular,” he said, "I didn't think you were coming over today."
"I'm always over on Wednesdays," you say with a smile.
"I thought you'd be with Connor," his smile leaves an impression in his cheeks. "Hot and heavy, you two."
You laugh, covering your face. "Whatever!"
His eyes scan you. A Nirvana concert t-shirt, red shorts and white knee-high socks. He bit his lip. You don't see this.
You place a record on the turntable and sit on his bed as usual. "Today was shit," you grumble.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Well, Connor says I smoke too much, and I said, Whatever, 'cause it's whatever, right? but then he fucking threw away my pack," you roll your eyes.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he says. His eyes wander to your thighs again. They look really smooth today, he thinks to himself. "Do you want a cig?"
"Yes," you groan, "Please."
His eyes wander your face for a second. He smiles, then hops up and grabs two out of the pack on his dresser, along with his lighter. He holds out the lighter and you take a drag, looking into his eyes. "Fuck," you whisper.
Were your cheeks always this pink?
"What did you do today?" you ask him.
"Eh. I got detention, but I snuck out," he says.
"Yeah? What for?" You walk over to the window, leaning on the windowsill. He stares at your ass and your thighs as you're slightly bent over. What the fuck was it about you today?
"Uh- I got caught making out with Stacy in the locker room," he laughs.
You snap your head to look over your shoulder. "Stacy? Like, cheerleader Stacy?"
"Yeah," it's his turn to cover his face.
"I hate her," you mumble, returning to the window.
"Yeah, well, she's a total bitch. She told Mr. Donnahay that I kissed her, and he believed her, of course, cause he's a creep," he says.
"Huh,” you say. “Well, good on you, you kissed the prettiest girl in school.” He furrows his eyebrows. You put out your cigarette and hop onto his bed. You lean back on his pillows, knees bent, hands folded between your legs.
Your hair was falling around your face in this disheveled sort of way and your skin looked ultra-soft. And those socks, he couldn't stop imagining them wrapped around his back. Like, what the fuck was going on today?
"Why are you looking at me like that?" you say, brows furrowed, eyes wide.
"What?"
"I don't know. Weird," you say.
"Oh, I," he says. "Did you do something with your hair?"
You smile, and shake your head. "No. Are you okay?"
He stares another moment. Your eyes are so bright in the light and your cheeks are rosy and you're looking at him so intently, head tilted slightly, and your legs are open with just the length of your thigh showing and his chest is tight and he can't help it, he closes the gap between you and kisses you intensely.
He expects you to pull away, but to his surprise, you don't. Instead, you wrap your hands around his neck and whimper into his mouth.
Because, whether he felt it for you or not, there was one thing about you that he totally didn't know: you were absolutely, sickly in love with him.
See, you had followed him out to the courtyard when he went to smoke. You forgot your lighter on purpose. You chatted him up about your favorite bands cause you knew he liked them, too. You asked him to do your biology project together because you also knew you'd suggest to study at his house.
You pull his shirt over his head before he even gets a chance to get his hands on you. You pull away to look at him. He puts his hands on your hips and adjusts himself to hover between your legs.
"What about my boyfriend?" you whisper. God, you were such a liar.
"Forget your fuckin' boyfriend," he says, diving back into your mouth.
And you always did whatever he said to do. So you forgot your boyfriend. And you let him take off your shirt. You weren't wearing a bra. He stares for a few moments. "Holy shit, why didn't I do this sooner?"
Good question, you smirk to yourself.
He kisses you again, then detaches from your mouth less than half an inch to whisper, "Can I take off your shorts?" It's so breathy you can barely understand him, but you nod.
He takes your shorts off and leans his head down between your legs. He kisses you over the cloth of your underwear and you throw your head back. He kisses you down your thighs, biting periodically, which earns from you a choked whimper each time. He presses his face into your heat, groaning. "Can I?" he whispers.
You only nod again.
He pulls your underwear down your thighs and over your socks.
He runs his tongue up the center of your heat and you groan. He runs circles around your sensitive spot, whispering into you, "Godohfuckbabybabybaby..."
He tilts his head up, wipes his mouth and leans up to look at you. He then traces his fingers down your stomach and presses his fingertips into you. You moan again, and now with his face level with yours, you wrap your arms around him.
He works you, pressing his fingers into you and pulling them back out to circle up, and he repeats that a few times, until you are so worked up that the flush in your face has reached your chest and you are undeniably out of breath.
"Please, Tate," you mumble.
He always gives you what you want. He makes you finish on his fingers and smiles, laughing happily as he falls onto his back.
You take a moment to ride it out, then whisper into his ear, "Can I take your pants off?"
He looks over at you, smiling wider now, and nods. You crawl down to his waist, smiling up at him. He's rock solid. You pull his boxers and denim down, both at once. You're absolutely not surprised to find that he is huge.
You straddle him, and he grabs your hips, then runs his palms up to your waist, brushing your tits, then back down to your thighs. Your body is even better than he imagined.
“For the record,” he says, “You’re way prettier than Stacy.” You beam.
Then, you lower yourself on him. He groans. He's too far away from you. With all his core strength, he pulls his body up at once to lean nearly upright against the wall behind his bed.
You didn't even expect this and it hits your core in the dirtiest way. He pulls your body into him, so your stomach, your waist, your chest are all pressed against his. He forces your head into the crook of his neck with an arm wrapped tightly around yours, the other one wrapped around your waist. You are surrounded by his heat, his sweat. You can barely keep any rhythm now, you're so entirely caught off-guard by the intense embrace.
You're completely overwhelmed and he knows it. God, he knows you. So, he begins to thrust himself off the mattress into you. At that point, you're done for. You're almost embarrassed how quickly you come undone after he starts. "Tate, holy fuck," you whisper. He doesn't even respond. He just pets the back of your hair down, comforting you.
When you pull yourself together, you attempt to roll your hips on him again. This clearly shocks him, because he groans your name out loud. You peel yourself off of him, pressing your hands into his chest as you roll yourself into him. He mumbles a string of incoherence, eyes closed. You can tell he's almost there.
He opens his eyes once more, and you can tell that he's about to come, and he whispers, "Fuck, baby,can'tpullout," he whimpers.
"It's okay," you say, and you feel yourself close.
And he does it again. He pulls you tight to his chest, almost as if he's trying to make your bodies into one. Does he do this for everyone or only you? You'll ask about this later.
"I love you, baby," he says as he trembles underneath you. One of your arms reaches down to grab his hand and he squeezes it, hard.
When you are both finished, you peel yourself off of him.
"I love you, Tate," you smile. He smiles too, and pulls your back to press against his chest.
That's when you realize that it's definitely just for you.
- DIRT IN CHAINS | X.
i can’t wait for the nights with you, i imagine the things we’ll do
cw: kinktober prompt (feet), semi crack treated seriously (he just comes back and says footjob. now.), pseudo incest (step brother & step sister), no shelly or chris 💀, set in the 90’s with brandon lee’s eric, small-ish age gap (reader’s in her early 20’s), fem ballerina!reader, random kurt cobain crush mention, implied inappropriate behavior when reader was 18 and after (nothing explicit but it could be seen as done with certain intent), attempted non con mention (not involving eric or reader)
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Body of my body, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone.
If you serve a chunk of still bleeding meat to a gruesome stray dog, then that is love. If you toss a coin to a crow with a glint in its beady eyes, that too is love. Even when you scoff and grumble at the perceived inconvenience and continue your jaunt down the muddy alleyway. You are assuring an animal that you believe it deserves to have its hunger sated and tended to like a toothache. don’t be surprised when gangrene sets in around your ankles and wrists, bracelets made of red jade. They bite for the same reason that you sharpen their teeth and beaks with roadkill and gemstones. It is life’s greatest gift to ever be well fed, such neglect can open a void from which there is no escape. If only your heart could plug up the hole.
The most painful sentences in existence are hypotheticals that start with if. That's why this will be nothing of the sort, hunting season will be successful.
marauders modern appearance hcs!
𑣲 i think sirius is around 5’11 / 5’10 because i will not fall for the small black brothers propaganda!!! they are smallER than their partners but not small…sirius still has long black hair but its not ringlet curly its more of a tight wave that ends at his collarbone. i think theyd be more lean than skinny and pale and very cool undertones. i think hed have lots of cybersigilism style tattoos especially on his arms and hands that are self done or barty. id guess he dresses pretty monochrome, lots of black and probably lots of silver accessories. i think hes have really bring eyes that are very feline with super long lashes. he has a hooked nose but it suits his face…(unlike remus) He definitely has a brow piercing and lip piercing and his right ear done (maybe even a tongue peircing) i think hed have minimal body hair and hed smell very clean like linen but hed still smoke cigarettes and then the smoke scent would get in his jacket) (james hates it)
𑣲 i think remus is very tall, around 6’3ft maybe even 6’4ft. hes fairly skinny but very strong (i love applying werewolf quality to remus even as a muggle) hes very olive toned (his mother is welsh and fair but his father is eastern european .. maybe greek??) ((he inherited his dads roman nose)) with lots of freckles, especially across his shoulders and arms..i think he suffered with acne when he was 16/17 so has scarring on his face. his eyes are big and hazel an slightly downturned. i also think hed have some mousy brown body hair especially on his arms and legs. remus’ hair is fairly long but i think its fairly straight and flicks out really randomly (especially around his ears) i think it probably ends around halfway down his neck. remus has no tattoos apart from sirius’ constellation under his right ear. i think he has a nose hoop , idk why but i can so see him with a gold sleeper hoop in his nose and both ears pierced. i think he owns lots of vintage clothes and probably dresses like some kind of 90s britpop legend (im looking at you gallagher brothers) he smells of smoke and really earthy like sage or incense. he wears a leg brace on bad days (thunderstorms and damp days) because he has chronic osteoarthritis in his left knee.
𑣲 i think james is around 6ft , 6’1ft, his dad is english and his mother is indian or colombian. he has really dark hair thats fairly curly but he keeps it short at the front but lowkey a short mullet at the back and sides. he wears round glasses with black frames and has really clear skin and has really dark thick brows that effie insists on being well kept. his eyes are big and brown and he has a pretty big nose (from his dad) he is primarily an athlete so hes pretty well built (my man has big biceps mwahah) ((and big thighs MWBAHAHA)) he has a fair bit of body hair especially on his legs and always forgets to shave his facial hair (sirius HATES it). hes pretty well dressed and wears a lot of primary colours (lots and lots of red) but mainly jeans and tight shirts bc hes a slut. hes got a scar on his right thigh from a rugby injury and a crooked left index finger from another injury. he has no tattoos and both ears pierced, exclusively tiny gold hoops.
𑣲 i think peter is the smallest , around 5’8 with very pale skin and blonde straw like hair. his hair is very straight and he struggles to keep it from being greasy. i imagine his hair being like kurt cobains. he has a monobrow but lowkey pulls it off. he has minimal body hair but does have a snail trail and hairy arms. he has a small nose and has lots of moles on his face (he also has roseaca) hes slightly overweight and plays rugby with james. he wears lots of jorts and big tshirt on top of long sleeved shirts. he wears lots of shorts and lots of funky socks. he also has a gap between his two front teeth and has a septum pierced. he has some tattoos that are literally all stick and pokes or sirius experimentally using his piercing gun that are mainly on his arms and legs. he has a small facial tattoo on his right cheek under his arm which is a flower.
good omens is so funny to me because they were there the entire time. You could say some shit like “oh Aziraphale was Oscar wildes gay awakening” “oh Crowley was besties with Freddie mercury and good old fashioned lover boy is about Aziraphale” or “oh Crowley threw the first brick at stonewall” or “Aziraphale invented paper” or “oh Crowley stole a bunch of books from the library of Alexandria while it was burning” and no one can prove you wrong.
like. sure why not
OKAY BUT THE QUEEN/FREDDIE ONE'S DRIVE ME C R A Z Y IM TELLING YOU
long masculine framed cc wishlist ramble post
i don't have the ability/resources to make cc right now, so if any cc creators happen to see this post please feel more than free to use my ideas. and also this post is only about masc framed cc.. don't even get me started on a fem frame wishlist. also i really encourage anyone with a cc wishlist to reblog this and add theirs ! i'm curious to see what types of cc people are wishing for, but specifically masculine framed cc. could be useful to see what options we're missing. it can be very difficult to dress masculine framed sims sometimes. also if you know of any cc that exists like these don't leave me hanging here..
all pictures taken from pinterest
Rock band au for mike afton where he wears the red and black striped sweater kurt cobain wore (im thinking domnie mike afton but with the shitty curly 80s mullet around the time of sister location).
I am willing to give you my liver to see this. please.
Weird way to propose but yes
Micheal is like, a musican/in a band at some point in my personal AU/rewrite, considering music is like somewhat relevant theme within it -- hes a bassist and i can give an essay as to why he is one and like the parallels or something in that but in summary i play bass so he does fight me (and NO i cant draw a bass i cant draw straight lines)
halloween costumes for yuugi’s halloween party, year SEVEN
IT'S POP STAR HALLOWEEN!! ✨
Atem: dark-haired cheerleader Taylor, from "you belong with me"
Yuugi: blond nerd Taylor, from "you belong with me"
Ryou: he got tired of everyone poking fun at his elaborate fantasy costumes, so he decided to be a bat, and only when he got to the party did he realize that he missed the pop-star memo, so now he's the bat ozzy osborne bit the head off on stage, and everyone's like wow that's so morbid of you why didn't you just come as bowie or something? and he's like I WOULD HAVE
Jou: dug through his closet, found a stripey t-shirt, threw it on over another t-shirt. Kurt Cobain from "smells like teen spirit"
Honda: he and Jou were supposed to be matching denim Justin and Britney, but Jou didn't want to cut up any of his nice jeans, so he changed costumes without telling Honda, so Honda is just wearing a denim tuxedo.
Otogi: a cat =^.^= (specifically taylor swift's cat, olivia)
Anzu: Madonna in her cone bra, but not everyone gets the reference, so people keep asking if she's Gaga, and she's like i AM NOT, and vogues to prove that she's not, but Atem politely goes "oh, i see" (he doesn't.)
Mai: the CLASSIC red jumpsuit from "Oops! I Did It Again," because she already owned it. halfway through the party she changes to the flight attendant outfit from Toxic, because she owned that one too, and she couldn't decide.
Malik, Isis, and Rishid: all in camouflage. they are Destiny's Child in "Survivor" music video, and Isis is feeling really ;) about it because it was her idea and she's really proud of herself for discovering Destiny's Child all on her own before anyone could be like "what do you MEAN you've never listened to Destiny's Child, did you live under a rock?" because technically she kind of did, thank you for asking, and we won't talk about it.
Mokuba: Pink and white fur-trimmed robe, for "Lucky." He already had the robe. It's from Seto's closet.
Kaiba: the schoolgirl outfit from "Baby One More Time" because no one thought he'd actually be down to wear a skirt, and then he showed up with a business shirt knotted up and the clunky mary janes and everything. He refused to wear braids and pom poms in his hair, but for some fucking reason he knows ALL the words, so he's forgiven.