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strawberriebunn · 3 years

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Tooru who is just a little bit too eager. Tooru who forces the knot through before he can prep you. You're crying underneath him, but he's crying cause he desperately wants to cum in your clenching pussy. He's bucking his hips while you're crying in pain.

I- i’m deceased

Puppyboy!Tooru going into his rut unexpectedly, he always knew the telltale signs, or you would let him know, but this one had surprised him. You were out leaving him home that day, as it was very hot that day and you didn’t want to endanger him, despite his best puppy dog eyes and protests. Sulking in bed, he was planning on taking a pouty nap but his body had other plans.

He felt like he was on fire, body running hot and he felt like nothing could help it not even the coldest air conditioning, and then he smelled it. That sweet sweet scent he had come to crave and love.

You were home, just barely walking through the door when he latched onto you, grabbing you by your hips, and tossing you over his shoulder, practically running to your shared room, where he all but threw you onto the bed, ripping and shredding your clothes off of you.

“ ‘ru! Tooru! Tooru slow d-down please!” you yelled out to him, but it was like he couldn’t even hear you, drawn to the irresistible scent in between your thighs, and once he got to it he all but came when he saw it clenching and winking back at him, leaking wetness, as if it was beckoning to him.

He wanted to dive straight in and eat you till you were raw and screaming for him, but he had to satiate himself somewhat before he burst. He thought you were ready enough for him, the amount of wetness he had deemed perfect for him to slip right in without hurting you, but it seemed that this particular rut was blurring his thinking, because when he tried to slide home, he was met with resistance.

You were in tears, thrashing around and hiccuping while he tried to squeeze himself into you, though it wasn’t bad you were actually kind of enjoying it, something about him forcing his cock deep inside you in a feral state arousing you. Though that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

Tooru was in heaven, he felt as if you had never been this tight when he fucked you, like you were trying to strangle his cock, it just made everything more pleasurable for him. So pleasurable in fact, that his knot was already forming and about to pop, so he did the most logical thing his rut brain could think of; bury it deep inside of your warm, sweet cunt.

As soon as you felt his knot slapping against you, it seemed like you were babbling and crying out to him even more, whimpers of “Tooru! Tooru!” and other incomprehensible sounds, which only spurred him on. He started thrusting harder and deeper, he needed to get his cock, no, knot so deep into you, you felt it for days after he had pulled out. Babbling out to you how he was going to fill you up so good, enough for you to always have him with you, with tears in his own eyes from the pleasure.

He gave one hard thrust that had his knot catching onto your entrance, that had you feeling a good burn at the stretch which had you keening and sobbing, but when he gave the second one, that was much harder? The scream you let out would go down as one of Toorus favorite things in the world, for as long as he lived. You were squirming, and bawling underneath him, his knot pumping his warm cum into you was the last thing you needed to push you over the edge.

Tooru’s ears were flat on his head and he was close to crying again, his orgasm clearing a bit of his hazy brain, realizing how he knew he hadn’t prepped you properly like he normally would. He was kissing and nuzzling up and down your face and neck, all while his tears were dripping onto you, hoping you could understand how sorry he was through his actions. Almost in a daze, you shakily reach your hand up to his head to give him a rub, your nonverbal way of saying that you were fine. You’d tell him how much you enjoyed it the next round.

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xiumin-on-this-shit · 7 years

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I Am An Alpha Ch 23: Never Separate Family

I know a lot of you have been asking for this so I hope you enjoy!

A Week Later

“Are you sure you want to try this again so early?” Jongin questions once we step out of the car. I take a deep breath; the familiar chemicals fill my lungs unpleasantly. The rest of my mates unload from the cars to crowd around me.

“I freaked out last time, I didn’t really get a chance to look around at all,” I remind him.

“Let her have some fun,” Minseok encourages wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me along. Jongin is on my other side, holding my hand tightly in his own while the others group behind us, mumbling under their breath. Their grip on my tightens when we step out of the parking garage into the shopping center. It’s a Tuesday at ten in the morning, I’m honestly not sure what that had to do with things but Luhan told me that it’s a good thing since not as many people will be here. He is right, last time it was hard to walk without bumping into anyone, now small groups are far apart, leaving plenty of room to wander. We stop in the door way, allowing me to get used to the artificial smells.

“How are you feeling?” Suho questions from behind me with a soft voice.

“Alright,” I admit. Though there is lots of different noises and smells it’s not as over whelming as last time.

“Good,” Kris comes around and beams a handsome smile at me, “Should we head in farther?”

I nod.

Kris gives my mates behind me a look, four come forward while the other five stay back, creating a protective circle around me. The farther we go the more scents sneak into my nose, fake floral, processed fabrics, humans, and wolves. Our walk stops when we reach a large fountain in the center of the intersection. There are now three other halls to go down, looking up I see two more levels with who knows how many stores.

“Do you want to sit down?” Kai offers, pulling both Minseok and I to the fountain’s edge. I take a seat, take a deep breath and just watch for a few minutes. My mates take a few steps away, giving me plenty of room to watch others go by with large bags in their hands. The two wolves hanging on to me slowly start to pull away, most likely because of Kris, who is sending warning glares their way.

“So what to people really do at shopping centers?” I ask after about ten minutes.

“Well they usually just go shopping, meet up with friends, get something to eat, there are lots of things to do,” Suho informs me. “Would you like to look around a bit? We still haven’t found any clothes for you so maybe you could pick out your own?”

I nod.

Jongin and Minseok reattach themselves to my sides as we continue on our walk. My eyes scan over the stores, most of them have colorful themes to them while others are more classy with basic black and white. Something in one of the windows catches my eye. Without a thought I pull away from my mates and rush into the store straight up to a bright red dress.

I feel the fabric between my fingers, noting the soft texture and sweet scent coming off it. My childhood flashes through my mind, images of my mother standing next to my father in a red traditional dress. I remember how beautiful it looked against her tan complexion. I remember receiving a matching dress from my father, the same beautiful red. I remember my brothers taking it and ruing it before I even had the chance to wear it. My mother had watched and rolled her eyes when I started to cry.

“Excuse me,” A young woman calls to me.

I look up at her, dazed from my thoughts, “Yes?”

“Are you looking to purchase that dress?”

I stare at the beautiful dress. Never in my life have I been able to wear something like this. It’s short, ends just above the knee. It’s off the shoulder with a tight waist and goes out from there. It’s so beautiful.

I shake my head.

She eyes me strangely for a few moments, “Have we met?”

I look at her face for the first time, she is a pretty girl. Long black hair pulled into a tight bun, dressed in a neat blazer and matching skirt she looks absolutely professional.

“No,” I answer without a thought.

“Are you sure? You look extremely familiar,” She takes a step closer to examine me closely.

“Is everything okay?” Jongdae appears behind her looking only slightly friendly.

“Everything is fine Hyung,” I say as I step around the girl and go to his side.

The girl continues her assessment of me even with him there, “You are a boy?”

I nod.

“Soo-ya,” Jongdae ignores the girl, “Did you like this dress?”

I shake my head.

“Are you sure? You rushed off pretty quick to look at it.”

“I don’t need something like that.”

“Nonsense,” He points to the dress, “We’ll take it.”

She frowns slight, “For him?”

Jongdae doesn’t falter, “Yes. Now, if possible, your staring is making Soo uncomfortable.”

She bows and makes quick work of getting the dress off the mannequin. With it in her hands she gestures for us to follow her to the register. Jongdae is holding my hand, smiling softly at me as he pays for the dress and accepts the bag.

“Have a good day,” The girl bows once again as we go.

“What a strange girl,” I hum looking over my shoulder at her. “Are all girls that strange?”

He chuckles, “Some yes, not all.”

Back in the hallway we only find Sehun and Tao making me wonder, “Where did the others go?”

“We thought that all of us together would be too much so they went out in search of some other necessities we might not get too.”

“So what do we do now?”

Tao smiles down at me, “What you just did. Wander around until you find something you like.”

“I don’t need many things,” I inform them for the millionth time.

“We know that but just do this for us,” Sehun requests. “We haven’t been able to take care of you your whole life, let us spoil you now. It’ll be fun after awhile.”

I sigh, “Okay but no more dresses like that. I don’t even know what to do with that.”

They shrug, “Whatever you want.”

We walk into a few different stores, all different kinds, some face floral designs, another had lots of dresses, and another had a lot of leather. Tao really likes the last one. He looks at a lot of clothes for himself, which I’m happy about since that means he is no longer showing me lots of things I should like. I much prefer helping him, complimenting the way something fits and how his style fits him well. Out of the three he is the clingiest. His rut only lasted two days with my help, the others told me that it usually lasted a week, it’s been a few days since then but his alpha still demands my presence.

The moment I disappear behind a rack of clothing he isn’t far behind, he asks me where I’m going or if I see something I like. Jongdae and Sehun try their best to get the other wolf to let me wander but Tao isn’t a fan of that idea. I don’t mind, I honestly find comfort that he is keeping such a close eye on me.

“Soo-ya,” Sehun calls me over, giving Tao a stern look to stay where he is. I shuffle over to him to see him holding a leather jacket with something written on the back. He holds it out to me, assessing how it would fit on me by the looks of it. “What do you think?” He turns it around to show me.

“It’s pretty,” I decide reaching out and holding the sleeve in my hand.

“I have one,” He admits, “Would like one too?”

I smile at him, “I would love to match you Hyung.”

He returns the action, “Good.” Sehun takes me around the store, pointing out things he knows his brothers have and things that they would like. He grabs a few things as we go, only ones that I agree to thankfully other wise there would be no room in the cars for anyone else.

After a few more stores and half a dozen bags of clothing we finally run into some of the others. Suho, Kyungsoo, Minseok, and Luhan greet us with big smiles. They are carrying even more back than us making my jaw drop, “Those aren’t all for me are they?”

Suho chuckles, “No my dear. Two of them are, the rest are for your pack.”

I cock my head, “My pack?”

“I had a conversation with Namjoon at breakfast and offered to get them some new clothing on this shopping trip as well. It took a lot of persuasion to get him to agree to let us get even some basics but I did it.”

I want to cry. I rush forward and wrap my arms around Suho’s neck, “Thank you.” He drops the bags he as carrying to hug me back.

“Anything for you. If they are your family they are part of ours now too.”

I hold him for a moment longer before pulling away, “I’m surprised Namjoon hyung agreed at all, he is a very prideful man.”

“I had to offer him something he couldn’t refuse.”

I raise a brow at that, “What would that be?”

“I will tell you later, we still need to find some new shoes, you don’t by chance know what sizes they wear, do you?”

“Of course I do!”

I eagerly follow Suho to a shoe store where attendants are already waiting at the door. They usher the seven of us in quickly and begin asking questions on what we are looking for. Suho asks for the nicest boots they have, I tell them the sizes and wait for them to return with the seven pairs of shoes.

“I think this is the most excited I’ve seen you all day,” Jongdae points out, sitting down on the bench next to me.

I shrug, “I don’t really like looking for things for myself.”

“But for your pack you seem over the moon,” He notes.

“I’m happy that they will have proper clothing for the cold months coming up. You have no idea how man winters I’ve almost lost a toe because of holes in my shoes.”

They all frown, “Are you serious?”

I nod, “It gets cold out, we usually try to stay put and build a shelter but when there is no food around you have to choose between starving or freezing.”

“Well you never have to worry about that again,” Minseok reminds me stroking my head lovingly.

“But my pack will,” I give them a bitter sweet smile.

They all look to Suho.

“No,” Suho sighs, “They won’t. Not if they don’t want to.”

“What?”

“I offered Namjoon and your pack the cabin. I told him that I can’t imagine what them leaving would do to you so I offered them to stay.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I jump to my feet, grinning like an idiot.

He chuckles at my reaction, “Yes, your family will not be going anywhere so please don’t worry about could winters or loosing toes or not having enough food. We failed as your mates for the last hundred years of your life, we are going to do our best to change that and tearing you away from your family isn’t how we do that.”

Once again I wrap myself around this wonderful man, though this time I manage to take him to the ground. I can’t help it. I love my mates very much and I can’t imagine my life without them but I can’t live without my family either. Suho and I are so wrapped up in each other that we don’t notice the attendants returning and the rest of my mates joining us in the store.

“Looks like everyone is having a good time,” Kris chuckles.

“Is Insoo giving out hugs! I want one!” Baekhyun rushes towards us eagerly.

Luhan gets in his way, “Get in line.”

“What is she so excited for?” Yixing wonders with a smile.

“My pack is staying!” I yell.

“You told her?” Jongin hums, “I thought we weren’t telling her until dinner.”

“She was talking about loosing toes and starving,” Kyungsoo grimaces, “She looked upset, it couldn’t wait.”

“What?” Chanyeol’s eyes go wide.

“That’s a story for another time,” Suho decides as he gives the attendants his card to pay. “We have been out for awhile, Insoo, you must be getting tired or hungry.”

I hum, “A little hungry, yes.”

“I’ll start making dinner when we get back,” Kyungsoo smiles at me.

“It’s probably too soon for us to take her out to a restaurant,” Tao wonders.

I perk my head up at that, “That’s where you buy cooked food, right?”

“During our next outing we will go to a restaurant,” Kris promises, “We don’t want to overwhelm you with everything, okay?”

I nod.

“What do you want to eat when we go out?” Chanyeol asks.

“I want to go to one of those places that we saw on TV! Sehun and I were watching it!”

The youngest pops his head up, “A BBQ place? The one where they were grilling the meat at the table?”

“That one!”

“That is definitely possible,” Kris chuckles.

“Could I bring my pack along? Seeing that made me think of us grilling meat around a fire after a good hunt.”

Luhan hums, “We will have to talk with Namjoon to make sure he is okay with it. I know he mentioned that he isn’t sure if they want to intergrade into modern society right away.”

“We will start with getting you used to the modern world than you can tell them about it and see if they want to do it too,” Baekhyun suggests.

I jump to my feet, “I can’t wait to tell them about today already!”

They all chuckles as we head out of the store. They are each carrying at least two bags but refuse to give me anything, no matter how many times I ask on our way to the exit. We pass by the first store I went in, I glance and notice the girl from before talking to a group of well dressed men. A familiar smell tickles my nose but I ignore it. The girl notices me looking, our eyes lock for a moment as I pass the window, her expression looks absolutely surprised.

We are about half way down the hall when I hear her yelling, “That’s the pretty boy I told you about Oppa!”

“Kisum,” A deep voice scolds, “it’s rude to point.”

“Oppa, I’m serious. He looks like he could be your sister or something!”

“You are being ridiculous,” There is a pause, “Kisum! Come back here!”

“Sir!” She yells, “The boy who bought the red dress, please wait!” She yells louder, I stop to look over my shoulder and find her rushing down the hall. My mates follow suit, most look irritated or confused by her actions. My attention is drawn away from her when I see the men following her down the hall, calling after her. She stops about ten feet away, looks to the men following her and points. “See!” She sings, “Looks just like you!”

The tallest of them gently grabs her arm and pulls her towards him, “Sorry about my girlfriend.” He looks over the angered faces of my mates before landing on mine. Familiar green eyes that match my own widen in surprise.

“Minsoo?”

My world stops as the word drops out of my mouth without a thought, “Oppa?”

Is this a dramatic cliff hanger? (insert evil smily face)

#exo #exo wolf #I am an Alpha #wolf au #exo fluff #exo shopping #xiumin #minseok #luhan #tao #kris #yixing #suho #baekhyun #chanyeol #chen #jongdae #kai #sehun #kyungsoo

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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flying at tree level (shalaska) - comeapart

a/n: i still don’t really know if i’m good at writing shalaska or if i should stick to writing long sad katlaska fics. if you liked it feel free to tell me. i live off of compliments

Alaska hadn’t seen it coming because she’d thought that they were in too good a place.

Sharon had just won drag race, and Alaska was in the strangely familiar middle ground between finding out if she had been rejected yet again or finally taken onto the show. Sharon was on her first real tour, one where she headlined, and she had brought Alaska with her. Things appeared to be looking up as far as Sharon’s success went, and although Alaska was happy for her, there was still a vague taste of resentment that she wasn’t good enough. She had put so much into her drag, reinventing everything each time Ru turned her down.

Now Sharon finally had control of the scene, and she had brought home not only bookings, but a crown and a cheque. She could shape their lives as she wanted, and she had the power and authority that Alaska could only dream of. Alaska was happy for her. She really was, because Sharon deserved to be successful. It was just that she did too.

She deserved to be happy. They were surrounded by fame, and everything that came with it. Sharon felt more on top of the world than ever before, and Alaska couldn’t keep up in the same way. Maybe that was why she did lines between herself and Sharon going on stage, so she would be just as good as her. That was why they were in the middle of Nashville with Sharon’s security, backstage at a bar that Alaska had already forgotten the name of.

As Alaska had grown, she’d learnt that happiness fluctuated on a daily basis, and sometimes working for it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Learning to love herself was an easy one with her boyfriend’s help, but happiness was fickle. It was a lot harder when Sharon was constantly happy, and didn’t need to drink as much, leaving Alaska behind in a rut.

Sharon was on stage, and Alaska had wanted cigarettes.

The logical thing to do was to ask security to go get them, but she was too drunk to care about logic and reason. She had let herself out of the back door, walked to the nearest store in the ridiculous high-heels that she had demanded Sharon buy for her and bought two packs, ignoring the way the lady was staring at her. So what if she was drunk at midnight and wanted cigarettes? Plenty of people did. She had been pretty sure that lots of people did, and if she wasn’t stumbling, she would’ve actually asked what her problem was.

It wasn’t until it was twenty minutes later and she was on a road she didn’t recognise that she finally admitted to herself she was lost. She got out her phone, checking her messages, and trying to find a signal for directions back to the bar that she couldn’t remember the name of.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Alaska blinked, looking up from her phone. She froze for a moment, pursing her lips and looking the man up and down. “What?”

“You’re on my property,” The man barked, taking a step towards Alaska and pointing at the fact her heel was ever so slightly on his lawn. Fucking Nashville.

“Sorry. I was just checking directions -”

“Yeah, I’m sure you fucking were,” The man hissed, and wow, Alaska had no idea why he was acting like this. If she was sober, she would’ve left it, or called the cops.

Instead, because she was drunk, the obvious answer was, “What is your fucking deal? What did I do?”

“You didn’t need to do anything, tranny,” He hissed, looking down at the lawn like he might set it on fire because he couldn’t stand the idea that Alaska had touched it. “You think we don’t know.”

“What?” Alaska turned around to face him properly, the alcohol making her sway. The drugs in her system made her a lot more confident, and it completely hid the nausea in her stomach and the way it made her want to die.

“You think we don’t know you’re a fucking fraud.”

“I’m not a fraud, girl,” Alaska said, clenching her jaw. She knew she wasn’t supposed to start fights, especially when she wasn’t at a club where security could pull a dude off of her. She was skinny. She wasn’t exactly built for fighting.

“Do you really think that dressing like a whore and forcing people to call you a different name means anything? Do you really think that changes who you are?” The man was way too close for comfort, and even though Alaska was wearing heels, the man was still taller than her. That was saying something, because Alaska is a giant. His voice was quieter than before, and Alaska was about to cry, because she knew what this was. He didn’t care if anybody else heard him. He just wanted to hurt Alaska. “Do you really think that this can exonerate you of the freakish person you are to be like this? To want to be like this?”

Alaska was about to cry. She knew it because she could feel tears in her eyes, like they were going to ruin everything. Normally, drag was her safe space, the thing that made her feel like she was real. She couldn’t think of anything to say, and she didn’t have anything that could fix the situation at hand. Nothing would be enough. She couldn’t stop looking at the man, waiting for him to stop his bigoted rant.

“Fucking disgusting, you are. I can’t believe they let your kind into our state.” The man spat, and she’s wasn’t going to cry. There were tears in her eyes, but instead, she threw the first punch.

The man stepped back, but didn’t seem to back down. There was blood on his face, lining the curve of his lip and falling from his nose, and Alaska had probably broken his nose. She couldn’t think of anything to say, but she knew when she started drag that there was only one important thing, and it was learning to run in heels. She wasn’t particularly fast though, and the man managed a good few hits on her before throwing her to the floor, spitting at her and leaving her bruised and bloodied on his front lawn. Typical.

The man went back into his house, and Alaska probably should’ve left, but instead she stayed down and thought about the cigarettes and how they weren’t worth the hassle.

Her phone was ringing and when she went to check it, it was Sharon, and she had been lying down for too long. It’s long past when Sharon’s show had ended, nearly four am, and her head was pounding. She doesn’t answer the call because she probably deserved this, and pulled herself up, stumbling barefoot and carrying the heels in the direction she had came from.

By the time she got back to the club, it was five am and she had figured out every single injury she received. She definitely had a split lip, and her eye is swollen up. She was pretty sure her eyebrow was split, or at very least bruised, and her wrist definitely didn’t feel good. It was dark and the streetlights weren’t on anymore, but there was moonlight and the tourbus that the Season Four girls traveled on and she knew she was in the right place.

“What happened?”

Alaska sucked in a breath, and didn’t look up. She was uncomfortable and her drag was probably ruined and her wig was almost definitely stuck together with her own dried blood.

“What the fuck happened, Justin?” Sharon said louder, but there was no malice behind her voice. There were hands on Alaska and there were definitely more people than just Sharon leading her onto the bus, but she didn’t hear what they were saying, because all she could hear were her own thoughts. She felt like there wasn’t enough room inside of herself for all of the things she was thinking.

After pretty much everyone except Sharon and Michelle left, Sharon was speaking to Alaska, and she wasn’t hearing anything. Nothing got through to her until Sharon touched her cheek, bringing her back to reality and smiling when she saw Alaska start to respond. Alaska didn’t deserve her famous girlfriend.

“I asked if you were okay,” Sharon said softly, like she wanted Alaska to tell her exactly what went down so she could exact her revenge or maybe call the cops, but Alaska was too tired and hazy to know what to say.

“I’m good. I think my tights have runs in them,” Alaska offered, swallowing the anxiety in her throat and looking down. Sharon’s wearing the shirt that Alaska bought her in Chicago, for an anniversary. Sharon laughed quietly, shaking her head and stroking over the cut on her cheek carefully. Alaska didn’t pull away.

“You have to stop getting into fights. Or at least answer your damn cellphone. I pay too much money for your contract to have you blank my calls, Miss Thunderfuck,” Sharon sighed, moving her hand so that Michelle could swipe disinfectant over the open wounds and use plasters to keep the split skin together enough to heal. Alaska pouted up at her, and Sharon just shook her head. “Seriously, Justin. You got me so worried. I was trying to find you all night.”

“Sorry,” Alaska mumbled, reaching up and wrapping her arms around her waist and trying to pull her down. Sharon resisted, because she wasn’t about to sit on Alaska’s lap when she was hurt, but instead sat besides her, letting her cuddle up. “I started a fight because a guy was being a dick.”

“Yeah? What was he doing?”

“He was being a dick because I was in full drag and lost and alone and he was a homophobe. But I got him good, y’know,” Alaska whined as Michelle cleaned her eyebrow, pressing her head against Sharon’s shoulder in discomfort, “I think I broke his nose. If I didn’t, then he probably has a bruise. I’m pretty sure it broke, though. I felt it.”

Realistically, that wasn’t what was on her mind. It was the feelings of not being good enough, the feelings of not being accepted. She didn’t say anything else, just closed her eyes and let Michelle clean her up, and twitched when Sharon tried to get her makeup off. It wasn’t ideal to sleep in full drag, but Alaska hurt too much to let Sharon take off the inch of foundation that caked her face, so she settled on sleeping on her towel instead of the pillow and cuddling up closer than she would usually to her boyfriend.

She was nearly asleep when she heard Sharon mumble something, but her ears weren’t working properly, and she just blinked, eyes begging for her to repeat it so that she didn’t have to ask.

“I said I love you.”

“Oh. I love you too, Noodles,” Alaska smiled, immediately regretting the decision as her lip split open again. Sharon just shook her head, kissing her forehead carefully and smiling ever so slightly.

“I was talking to Michelle about season five.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. You might want to check your emails sometime, I hear they emailed the applicants last night.”

“Oh. I didn’t get in again.”

Sharon just stared at her, raising her brows and pursing her lips. “Baby, why would I tell you if you didn’t get in?”

“Shut the fuck up, it’s a sin to lie. Not only is it a sin, but it’s rude and mean and I hate you… Did I really get in?” Alaska smiled tiredly, her eyes heavy as she looked up at Sharon.

“Yeah, and I didn’t even pull any strings. But, uh, you aren’t allowed to talk about it. You’re going to have to sign a NDA. Like how I did.”

“Like how you broke it and told me everything as soon as you got back?”

“How was I supposed to keep it from you? You were crying so hard because you thought I had left on the first episode and threatening to kill Chad Michaels.”

“Fuck you, I was worried. Am I not allowed to be worried? You’re my talented evil boyfriend.”

“Baby, your lip is bleeding again,” Sharon mumbled, wiping away the blood with her thumb before smiling. “I’m just saying. You can probably get away with telling me because I was already won, but you can’t go telling all of the other girls.”

“Wasn’t gonna. They’ll probably figure out when I have to cancel all of my shows, though. Maybe you can tell everyone I have the flu or something,” Alaska rolled her eyes

As she was about to fall asleep, Alaska realised that she was in a pretty good place. They were in a good place. She was good enough for Ru, but more importantly, she was good enough for Sharon. They were part of a movement, and if that meant avoiding fights for long enough to look good on TV and prove herself to the world, she would deal with it.

#sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #shalaska #oneshot #tw violence #tw homophobia #comeapart #rpdr fanfiction #submission #canon compliant

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ckygetsjobs · 2 years

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I wanna be yours

Rut Ru x male reader part two

author’s note: I’ve delivered another for me and the other people who want male readers I see you guys <33

You and Rut Ru had been fucking for weeks, like sometimes it was just quickies but you still enjoyed it, you weren’t going to complain. You were railing an asshole you’ve had your eyes on and finally it worked out. The thing was you weren’t quite sure if that was the case.

Before, you were just horny for him, which like makes sense. But now…. It was more than that. You fucking fell in love with him and you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t think it was that at first but the longer you were around him throughout the day the more you looked at him like he was the only person in the world, the more you held him softer and kissed his cheek goodbye.

He didn’t question it at all, but a flip definitely switched between your relationship. And you didn’t know what to do, you thought it was just going to be simple. Oh, you’d fuck a hot guy and do some golfing, but it kept growing. And it was driving you crazy because you didn’t know if he was in love with you. It would fucking suck if he didn’t feel the same way and you confessed to him. You knew your whole relationship would change. And you might never even see him again.

It affected your sleep, it affected your life, sometimes you just screamed into your pillow just begging for an answer. And also Rutger was worse with confessing his feelings than you were, and you KNEW it. Like yeah he made the first move, but that was just kissing you, saying you love someone was a big step.

So you kept it a secret, and let’s just say it sucked, so fucking bad. That’s how you knew it was time to be honest. So, it was another one of those days on the golf course staring at Rut Ru getting ready to take his turn in your match. Then you stopped him midway through and took his golf club, and he just stared, clearly confused.

You took a deep breath and just kissed his cheek first, “I have something to say…. And it’s been bothering the fuck out of me. And it’s okay if you don’t share the same feelings. I just can’t keep lying to you anymore. I love you…”

Silence was in the air, so thick you couldn’t cut it with a knife, as he just stilled, like he didn’t move a fucking muscle, not even his eyes. And you grew nervous, like was he going to run away? Was he going to hate you? Was he never going to talk to you again?

But then he looked in your direction, and you couldn’t tell for the life of you what his expression was, he was so weird. But he started laughing, like his evil laugh. Then he paused for a second. And he grabbed your face and tilted it up and just kissed you softly. For the first time, he was smooth and not rough. You admit you liked it rough better but you weren’t complaining. You loved how he felt, so you kissed him too.

Then he let go and held the back of your back “I think you’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen, well besides me. And I think that kiss says everything it needs to.” He didn’t even say anything else, of course he didn’t, he’d never actually say the words, he’s too much of a pussy. But you knew what this meant, he loved you too, in his own insane way. You just held his hand softly when you guys finished your game.

It wasn’t just a fucking thing anymore, so you can finally admit you liked cuddles and hand holding. And he was fine with it, even though he seemed like he liked sex more than cuddles he did what you said, he always did. He did have the weirdest house though, like who has paintings of themselves littering their house, hanging up. But then you liked it that way, it was just another piece of Rut Ru, a rich asshole you love.

#GOD I CANT IM UPSET #IM TUGGING AT MY HAIR WISHING THIS WAS REAL #Tell me if I got the characterization wrong bc I do plan on making more rut ru fics at some point #I love him so much #so so fucking self indulgent #jackass #viva la bam #cky #brandon dicamillo #dico

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