#jimmy darling fan fiction

[poorbbyyy]

This is is from my book called Swing Low a Jimmy Page fan fiction. All rights belong to me

The Description: " How did such a sweet little minx like you end up here? Tell me darling what's your name?" He spoke with his thick accent.

His eyes dark and piercing through me in a way I'd never felt before. How they burned right through me.I gulped nervously before speaking to this mysterious man. There was something about him so dark that had me wanting to squirm away. But I was frozen still a few inches away before him.

" My names M-Misty. What is your name sir?" I spoke timidly.

The corners of his mouth turned upwards as he moved in a little closer. I could tell from the look on his face he enjoyed my nervousness. It was as if I was his prey and he the predator. His arm now snaked around my waist bringing me in closer to his lean frame. I could feel his hand on the dip of my back as he closed the space between us.

"The name is Jimmy, Jimmy Page to you."

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Chapter 1: Breaking The Rules

" Darla no! I don't want to get into trouble. You know my parents would never let me see the light of day if they found out. I mean what if your parents find out and tell mine!" A seven teen year old Misty shouted.

Misty looked at her best friend Darla with concern. Misty couldn't even stomach the thought of doing something so crazy. Let alone sneaking out to go to some place known as The Rainbow. A place where seventeen year olds had no concern to be, especially in the evening hours. Misty never stepped out of line when it came to following the rules. She never disobeyed or even dare acted up. She was so fearful due to her faith. Along with the punishments she might receive. The thought being sent to hell or purgatory for even the slightest thing sent her over.

Darla rolled her big brown eyes and shook her head. Darla was your average rebellious seventeen year old who lived with her grandparents. At this time of hour which was 9pm. They were already in bed and possibly knocked out to the sound of the nightly game show playing on their small television. They always had the same nightly routine which ended with the television watching them.

" Misty I am willing to bet they're off the pill and asleep. Stop being such a baby. This is a once in a lifetime chance and you wanna stay in!" Darla whined back.

" Aren't you tired of living so straight edge? So along the rules? Why live if you're always missing out on an adventure. Do you even know who's rumored to be there tonight Misty?" She said while shaking Misty by the shoulders.

Misty was quite the square, she never misbehaved. She never stepped outside her comfort zone or outside the lines of her mere simple life. Misty always abided by religious sayings and by whatever rule she was given. Her family quite trusted her given she was so well mannered and submissive upon request. They would lose complete trust and never let her sleep over again if they found out. Her parents trusted her enough to leave her be at Darla's for the summer  due to business travels. They'd only been gone for a day now .

Misty never entered into the typical female rebellious phase. Darla on the other hand was the opposite, she was such a wild spirit and so free. She was a wild child and a native to the California area. She didn't come from a conservative and straight edge home like Misty. Hell she grew up in such a liberal and free state. The raging and swinging sixties? She saw the revolution, she saw the riots and the drugs.

The environment around her blossomed something within. Unlike Misty Darla had kissed boys, even girls she kissed. She was free and explored a bit, she'd recently dived into the well known scene of the baby groupies. She was all still new but craved the feeling of being wanted by older men. The first man she slept with was the one and only Mick Jagger. It happened last year when she was sixteen.He took her virginity in the back of the limo on the way to the hotel.

She couldn't remember much considering how intoxicated she was. But that was a pivotal moment that changed it all.Knowing that she had what others wanted drove her ego. Her pride filled knowing she could possibly have someone wanting her for the night. Maybe longer if she was lucky.

Darla had quite the daddy issues but that was another thing both her and Misty shared. They both had similar struggles growing up. Yes they might've been cut from two different cloths but nonetheless they bonded well. They were like ying and Yang. Darla was a Gemini and Misty a Scorpio. They were quite the pairing.

Misty silently stood there still in Darlas hands. Darla was right wasn't she? But there was a strong instilled discipline that echoed in the back of her mind. The anxiety of what if? What would god think of me and what would my placement be with my parents? But she quickly shooed the thought away, hell Darla was right.

Misty was tempted after coming to that conclusion. All her life she behaved.... All her life she did as she was told and nonetheless. She never rebelled, now to think of it as what was she doing? She was a teenager, teenagers make mistakes and live. She never once had fun outside of hanging out with Darla. But no adventures besides sneaking out and sitting on the roof . That was the farthest she'd gone. She wanted to hear more though before she decided.

She shook Darla's hands off her shoulders before fixing the hem of her velvet black skirt.

"Who's going to be there?" She asked.

Instantly Darla smiled, she knew she had peaked her best friend's curiosity. A few more minutes of persuasion and she would sink the line. It was just that easy, especially with her big doe eyes. She was so persuasive  Even her best friend couldn't say no. Darla excitedly giggled and jumped in place.

"FREAKING LED ZEPPELIN! Like the Led Zeppelin! Also the Stones are going to be there as well as other upcoming bands. It's been the talk of the town lately. They've decided to come visit, I guess they've heard of the commotion and are on break from tour. It's quite the place." She gushed.

God she couldn't wait to see Mick again.

" Please just come just once, I'll never beg of you for anything else. Plus Elise and the other girls are gonna be there. They're waiting for me! This is a once in a lifetime moment Misty." She pleaded while pouting.

Misty sighed and that was it.

"Ah alright Darla, but just one night and that's it. Promise me we'll be safe?" She spoke.

Darla couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her ears rung with joy at that, she was dumbfounded. She grabbed Misty's hands and they both jumped excitedly. The two girls jumped in joy over their newfound plan. Tonight was the first night Misty would jump out of her comfort zone. Neither girl could believe this was happening for the same reason. This was Misty Ash the goodie two shoes catholic girl.

In all of their friendship since elementary school, she's never done something so profoundly different. The craziest thing she'd done was sneak into her basement to listen to vinyls of secular music. That's what her parents would call it.

" Alright first things first is I need you out of those boring clothes. We need to dress a little "scandalous" as they would say." Darla sarcastically giggled.

Misty looked down at her clothes, she was wearing an ankle length black skirt and a flow-like white button up blouse. She was very reserved or that's just what her whole wardrobe was like. She looked back at Darla confused. She didn't know if she felt offended or whatnot, she liked her outfit. It was the normal and was appropriate, not once did she show skin outside of what was to be shown.

She was raised so very conservative and to treat her body like a temple. Yes she wanted to dress like the new age girls did, but she wasn't allowed. She never argued about it.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" She questioned.

Darla laughed loudly at her, her head thrown back as she covered her mouth. Misty blushed with embarrassment at the seventeen year olds laughter.

" No one will talk to you unless they're either checking out a book or asking if you're Amish girlie. Let's get you out of this drab clothing. You need something that shows you off not covers you. I know this seems so different but trust me. I know how to dress to impress no offense. " Darla giggled as she ran to her closet.

Darla was thick but Misty could still possibly fit in her clothes. Darla had seen Misty before, she was a well endowed girl. She slightly envied her figure. Her breasts were bigger than Darlas flatter chest. Her thighs were thicker but her stomach was flatter.

Darla went through her closet trying to find the one dress she knew would suit Darla best. She pulled out an orange dress that would perfect show what Misty had.

( Misty's outfit and imagine some white go go boots)

She excitedly turned around pinching the soft velvety material between her fingers. She smiled as she looked up from the dress at Misty. Misty's eyes widened, dear lord this was so revealing.

"This is what you're wearing tonight along with the pair of white boots I own. You'll look amazing and it'll be so dashing on your figure. Everybody will want you in this." She said as she threw the dress at Misty.

Everybody will want me? Misty caught it and pulled it up looking at it. Her eyes still wide but she was ready, ready to drop the goodie look. Try something new, she was already going through her plan. She can't chicken out now, Darla would tease her until death did them in. She begged for forgiveness from Mother Mary before unzipping the side of her skirt.

"That's my girl!" Darla shouted before going back to grab her outfit.

Darla's outfit^ ( paired with platform chunky brown leather boots)

Misty pulled the dress on, it slid up perfectly fitting like a glove in the right way. Darla came up from behind her scaring Misty slightly. Her arms went before and around Misty's neck as she placed the heart shaped locket on her chest. She moved Misty's thick brown hair to the side so she could clasp the necklace together. The laying of the necklace on her smooth skin sent shivers up her spin. It was quite cold.

" Look at yourself in the mirror. See how divine you look? It's like the heavens crafted you perfectly." Darla spoke behind her while fixing her hair.

Misty brushed her legs trying to pull at the fabric. But it wouldn't move, she couldn't hide her body for once. She looked so surprised in the mirror, her body looked so grown. She looked grown and she was shocked. She saw herself in a way she never had before. She started to feel her ego jump as Darla hyped her up while hitting her joint. Misty could only look at herself in awe while posing in the mirror. Turning from left to right as she checked herself out.

This was new and she felt different  to how she would've before. She actually liked it, she felt hot. It was a new feeling, she felt so heavenly  as Darla would say. She'd never seen her body look so good before. Her breasts pressed tightly by the dress amplifying her cleavage. The dress perfectly clinging to her wide set hips. Before she couldn't have imagined herself this way. Out of her typically modest and conservative wear.

She was quite again developed for her age. She was quite the early bloomer and her parents were quick to cover her. Her parents knew how perverse people would be towards her.

"You're right Darla and thank you. I feel so out of my element maybe but I feel how would you say?" She questioned.

She couldn't find the word to describe it. Darla would beat her to the chase being so quick witted.

"You look hot, desirable. Hell if you weren't my best friend and I would probably want to kiss you. You're going to fit in perfectly. But before you leave hit this joint why don't you? I know how anxious you are and will be tonight." She spoke.

Misty shook her head, she hadn't smoked before and she would cope without it. She would try not to let her worry and anxiety sway her. She wanted to have fun for once without the vibe being killed by her conscious. She didn't really care for the smell of it either. Hell it smelt so skunk like. Darla shrugged and took one last hit before putting it out on the window sill before putting it in her purse.

"Welp that settles it Misty are you ready to go?" She giggled with her heavier eyes.

Misty took a deep breathe and nodded anxiously.

"I'm ready Darla let's go to Rainbow."Misty spoke.

Darla took Misty's hand and helped her out the window. Luckily Darla lived in a ranch house so the ground was easily accessible. Plus she'd snuck out countless times already, she helped Misty out. 

"One foot out than scoot over, I've got you."She said while taking Misty's hand.

Misty's boots hit the ground with a thud. The warm summer evening air brushed her skin like fragrance. It felt so beautiful out, the city of West Hollywood light up the sky. It was so beautiful, people were walking around.  There were couples and all sorts of people giggling, conversations filled the atmospheres along with the honking of cars. The air was dry and of pure quality, it was refreshing. She took her first few steps following Darla towards the sidewalk.

Darla put two of her fingers in her mouth and blew out a loud whistle catching the attention of people around.

"Taxi Man over here!" She yelled.

The yellow taxi sped over to us quickly, man this must've been a decent job Misty thought. She'd never seen Darla so eager to get somewhere. The whistle still ringing through her ears like a race car on the track.

The driver lurched over to roll the window down. The window squeaked a little bit as the man shown his face.

" Where to ladies?" He spoke with a thick Italian accent.

"My friend and I are heading to 9015 Sunset Boulevard. You know the Rainbow!" She hollered.

He unlocked the car quickly and both of the girls entered in quickly. The ride was quite short about 15 minutes. Misty just watched out the window as she heard Darla and the man converse. She watched all the buzz before her in Hollywood. She daydreamed wondering where the night would lead her. She'd heard of Led Zeppelin before but was never allowed to listen due to her parents thinking it was racket and demonic. But she knew they were such a big and loved band. Oh how the girls in the  neighborhood and school would gush about them.

She saw them also in the newspaper it was rather bad news about hotel shenanigans. She was honestly excited for the pizza, she'd been to the rainbow once with Darla's family. The pizza and sherry temples were to die for, how her stomach growled thinking about it.

"Alright ladies that'll be a ten dollar fee."The cab driver spoke.

The car stopped suddenly snapping Misty out of her thoughts. Wow we're finally here she thought. God it was lit up and looked packed, I mean it was a Friday night. What else could she expect. This was the hot and upcoming crazed spot. The infamous groupies came and bands would come to see them as well. It was a great spot to eat at and supposedly a great bar.

But she knew nothing of alcohol outside of the effects. She never tried it obviously it was forbidden.After hanging the ten dollar bill over Darla eagerly shoved her way out grabbing Misty's hand. Dragging her out the car and quickly towards the entrance.

Misty's heart started to race. She felt some sort of impending feeling in her gut. She didn't know why but she knew that something was gonna happen. Her intuition just gave off that feeling. Her parents always told her to trust her gut. But she decided that maybe she was overthinking and threw the thought away. She would come to know that she should've trusted it later.

They pushed through the doors, it was bustling in there. Full of people and loud music blaring. There was conversations spewing throughout the air like a wildfire in the dry lands. She'd never seen this many people crowded outside of a church gathering. She saw things she hadn't seen before already, things considered impure. Women scantily clad in revealing clothing, sit on the laps of the men.

Thick smoke of cigarettes filled the atmosphere like a thick fog. The smell was intense but she would adapt pretty quick.

"Over there Misty! Holy fuck do you see them!! It's Robert Plant and the rest of them." Darla pointed out towards the back end of the place.

Misty followed to where she pointed. There at a crowded table sat a few guys with young girls sat in the both. Cigarettes and shot glasses in the hands of them all. It was quite the sight for Misty, she'd never seen something like this in her life. Over there she noticed Elise and the girls sitting at the table with the Stones, Darla rushed over still holding Misty's hands.

Misty was drug her feet just moving against her will.

" Darla you've made it! And holy fuck Misty is that you? Church girl Misty?!" The blonde headed Elise yelled in surprise.

Misty felt embarrassed as the guys peered at her chuckling. But also looking at her body with their greedy gazes.

" Yeah I'm here Elise, I don't know how Darla did it but I'm here." She laughed nervously while fidgeting with her bangles on her wrist.

Misty felt embarrassed indeed and the red again rushed straight to her cheeks. Thank god the room was dimly lit so they couldn't see. Misty felt exposed to this new environment, she was trying to catch her breathe. It was quite the sight to take in, this was definitely not her type of scene. It was different it was completely crazed. So much was going on. She needed to get away for a bit and possibly get something to drink to clear her dry throat.

She was also annoyed by how awkward she stood there staring like a deer in the headlights. She felt so lost in her environment and a little overwhelmed to say the least. Darla was already sat on the guy with shaggy hairs lap, he was a little rough looking definitely not her type. They weren't as good looking as the Led Zeppelin men. Well the ones she saw, she only saw what looked to be John Bonham and Robert Plant.

She looked for the nearest counter to find a drink and started to walk over. She was going to get through this night and have the fun she never did. She wasn't going to chicken out like the girls muttered earlier as if she couldn't hear. She would prove them wrong.

She soon enough got through to the counter after the multiple "excuse me" she spoke. It was quite crowded and she was still polite.

"Well I've yet to see you around here before?" The bartender spoke.

The man was so used to this hence speaking loud enough for her to hear. She chuckled nervously and nodded.

" Yeah I'm quite new first time coming here. I came with the girl over there." She said and pointed towards Darla.

He nodded and smiled.

"Ah Miss Darla quite the customer she is here. She's always around this way when the bands come in town." He said.

Misty just wanted a drink not conversation, for Pete's sake her throat was dryer than a desert. But before she could speak up a man came beside her and did.

" She'll get a margarita and I'll get a rum with coke." A British voice spoke besides her.

" I'll get that Mr.Grant." The bartender spoke.

Misty turned towards the man, he towered over her by merely a foot or more. Misty was only five foot three. She was quite the shorty. She couldn't understand and what was a margarita? It had to be something good from the way it sounded. Then she remembered it was an adult drink. But she remembered what the girls muttered about her being a chicken. She wanted to prove them wrong.

"Peter Grant Manager of the great band known as Led Zeppelin. I was told to have to come over one of the men were interested in dancing with you. Come forth love." He spoke while escorting her over.

He handed her the margarita he ordered for her. She didn't really know what to do or say, this was all so new. What did Led Zeppelin want with me? Why did they want me to dance with them? Who was this mysterious person?

The answers would come to her soon. Before she knew it she was met with a fellow she'd never seen before. He was a tall pale man with quite the fashion taste, his hair crowded his face like a cloak. He looked down on her easily. She felt so small compared to him.

Before she could turn around and make a run for it  he grabbed her wrist making her freeze.

She whimpered at the strength of his grip.

Who was this man? And why is he doing this?

A/N: I hope you guys liked this. I haven't written in years and I was writing this late into the night. I just want to let you know I like to write long chapters. I want to pour my heart into this. It's so fun and I enjoy letting my imagination run. Just wanted to let you know the next chapter is quite long. Also heavily detailed smut. It might be an almost 10k word count. Also want to let you know I do not condone what the guys did with ACTUAL CHILDREN!

#jimmy page #1970s #1970s fashion #jimmypage #led zeppelin #robert plant #wattpad #california #the rainbow room #groupie

[frankenkyle19]

hello! absolutely love your account and your amazing writing, and sorry for distracting you, but if you still do the ships thing i’d like to try this too, it’s always so interesting

i’m short, like literally 5,0. i’m skinny but have big boobs (one of my hardest complexes) and wide thighs 😭 i adore reading (non-fiction and classics) and painting (expressionism), and i’m literally a nerd in cinema and art 🤓i’m also a linguist 

i have black cat as a pet but always wanted a mantis lol

ADVANCE THANKS ! 💌

Hi yes! I ship you with Jimmy Darling!

Loves how short you are, always teases you about it but absolutely adores it.

Boobs. Jimmy. =Happy Jimmy.

also your thighs. Absolutely loves them.

Isn’t a huge fan of reading but will read something if you suggest that he’d like it, and he also likes when you talk to him about the newest book you’ve finished.

Loves your paintings. Always says they should be in a museum and that they’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He tries to paint with you, but has a hard time holding the paint brush in his fingers :(

[dirtyahs]

His Favorite Client. (Jimmy Darling x Reader)

this one was requested by @super-sunny-bean -- i hope you enjoy this!!! thank you for being so patient with me <3

Prompts: “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?” + “Sit back and enjoy.”

Word Count: 1,603

Warnings: oral sex (female receiving), slight praise kink

   You giggled in your circle of friends, making absent-minded small talk. You all gathered here once a week for drinks and lunch - and for Jimmy Darling of course. Your friend Barbara had hired him as what she called a "stress reliever." Jimmy was a performer at the town freak show, but was a sex worker on the side. His pointer and middle finger were fused together, along with his ring finger and pinky - he was born that way. His "affliction" made him damn good at his job though. Many of the women that came here were unhappy in their sex lives with their husbands, and Jimmy was here to fill the gap for them. You were different though; you were the youngest one of the bunch, not yet married, but just experimental. You'd heard about these little parties from a coworker at the diner you worked at. 

    Frankly, you weren't really interested in being married yet. All of these other women were married at 18 years old, and all of them are unhappy. It wasn't conventional, but you didn't care much.

   You looked up to see Jimmy emerge from the hallway, wearing a white tank top and a pair of worn in blue jeans. "So who's next?" He smirked at all of you, leaning one arm above his head to rest on the door frame. He really was damn good looking. Many of the women here wanted to keep their attraction to him secret. The general population in your little town despised the freaks, harassing them any time they were out in public. Again, you weren't exactly conventional though. Your feelings had grown for Jimmy over the last few months. Somewhere within all of your activities with him, you two had clicked. He told you about his mother, Ethel, and you told him about your desire to go to college. It was probably wishful thinking, but you'd love to be paraded around on his arm.

   "(Y/N)?" He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a charming smile. Your heart fluttered in your chest when he said your name and you nodded, standing up from the couch. You smoothed out your light pink dress, walking towards him as the chatter among your friends continued. He took your hand in his own, his thumb rubbing over your skin.

   "How's your day goin', sugar?" He asked, closing the door and locking it behind you. 

   "Oh, pretty typical." You giggled, looking up at him, "And yours, Mr. Darling?" You flashed him an innocent smile, his hands snaking over your waist.    "It's much better now." His voice was low but playful, his words making your cheeks flush red. With this, he leaned down and pressed his lips into yours, taking no time to be gentle. He kissed you hungrily, hands holding your hips tightly. Your arms were holding to his strong biceps, giggling when his teeth nipped at your bottom lip.

   "Why don't you go lay down for me baby doll?" He whispered, smoothly tugging down the zipper on the back of your dress. You nodded, looking up at him as your dress fell down your shoulders to pool at your feet, revealing your white lace bra and panties. You stepped out of the fabric around your ankles and made your way to the bed, making sure to sway your hips to tease him. You laid on your back to see Jimmy pulling his tank top over his head, revealing his strong chest to you. There was something about a hard working man that just made you crave him even more. He crawled on top of you, one hand grabbing your chin and tilting your head to the side to expose the soft skin of your neck. He peppered your neck with light, open mouthed kisses, sending goosebumps over every inch of your skin. He moved down towards your collarbone, sucking at the skin enough to make you moan, but not hard enough to leave a mark. Your back arched beneath him, his free hand moving to rub small circles over your clothed clit. You couldn't help but whimper through your parted lips. You felt him smirk against your skin, panties already soaked through.

   "Jimmy, please stop teasin'." You whined, looking up at him desperately. With your words, his fingers only sped up more, forcing you to moan a bit louder than before. "I've been thinking about you all day."

   "If you don't like my teasing then why are you moaning?" He growled lowly, pressing a kiss into your lips once again. He was so cocky. Hell, he had every reason in the world to be conceited. He had the most charming smile you'd seen, his hair was always perfectly messy, he was the ideal "bad boy" which just so happened to be your ideal man. His lips began trailing down your body, hands giving your breasts a firm squeeze. He dragged his tongue down the expanse of your stomach, stopping to suck faint marks into your hip bones. His fingers pulled the lacy fabric of your underwear down your thighs, tossing them aside. Your legs spread for him almost instinctively, and he flashed you a small smile. 

   "You're so god damn beautiful (Y/N)." He muttered, kissing your inner thighs (almost) lovingly. His words made you shiver - you couldn't help but get excited every time he complimented you. You looked down at him between your thighs, dim lights illuminating his face beautifully. 

   "Just sit back and enjoy baby, let me take care of you." His eyes were locked on yours when he moved in and kissed your clit gently. You gasped quietly, leaning back against the pillows and closing your eyes. His breath was hot against your skin, his tongue flicking expertly over the little bundle of nerves. Your fingers gripped the fluffy beige duvet cover beneath you, mouth hanging open as Jimmy picked up his pace. His tongue worked expertly between your thighs, his right hand moving from your thigh to meet between your legs, just beneath his chin. Slowly, he pushed his pointer and middle finger inside of you, making your back arch once again.

   "O-oh Jimmy..." You whimpered, head falling to one side. 

   "Hows that feel baby?" He said quietly, pumping his fingers gradually quicker, head now leaning against your thigh to watch your face. He took pride in what he did - making women cum was one of his many talents. Most men didn't even believe in women having orgasms, so didn't care much if their partner finished or not. Jimmy was different, he'd rather watch women get off than get himself off. He never let you repay him though, no matter how much you asked. He insisted he wanted this to be about you.

   "It feels s-so good..." You stuttered, a string of swear words falling from your lips when he started going fast. He kissed your thigh once, eyes stuck on you.    "You're taking my fingers so well angel." He praised you quietly. Your skin started to feel hot, and the muscles in your stomach felt tight.

   "Jimmy, I'm so close." Your voice was shaky, breath uneven and shallow. 

   "Cum for me sweetheart," His fingers were going so fast now, your legs were threatening to close. He kept them pried open though. "Soak my fingers for me, could you do that for me?"

   Your knuckles were white from gripping the sheets so tightly, jaw hanging open still. Your body felt warm - that coil felt so tight you were going to cum any second. You felt euphoric. His fingers working your tight cunt open - hard and fast, just the way you liked it. Suddenly, the coil snapped, covering his hand in your cum, you were moaning his name so loud, guaranteed your friends heard in the living room. Jimmy helped you ride out your orgasm, fingers not slowing until he was sure you were finished. Ever so slowly, he pulled his fingers from you, smiling up at you. You opened your eyes slowly to see him crawling back up the bed to settle in a spot next to you, arms wrapping around your hot skin.

   He'd never done this before. Once you finished, you two both usually got dressed, you'd say your "thank you," and the next girl would come in and you'd go home. This was different. Your mind thought back to his praise and compliments - he must've said that to every woman. Why would he single you out? You didn't do anything special - you wanted to though. You desperately wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

   "Can I tell you something?" He asked. You didn't realize it, but you'd nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his cologne. 

   "Of course." You were quiet, still weak kneed from the earth shattering orgasm he'd just given you. 

   "You're my favorite." You felt him smile and you looked up at him, shocked. "Don't look so surprised!" He chuckled, moving a strand of your hair out of your face. "I mean it, you're incredibly beautiful and you're so eloquent and easy to talk to."

   Your heart was going to jump right out of your chest, you were sure of it.

   "I'd like to take you out on a proper date, (Y/N.)" His thumb was rubbing your cheek. "As long as you're okay with being seen with one of the town freaks." His smile faltered a bit, clearly a bit nervous about your response. Your cheeks were red. 

   "I'd absolutely adore being seen with the town freak." You beamed up at him, leaning into his hand.

   "It's a date then."

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[rax-writes]

Title: Happy Place Fandom: American Horror Story Characters: Jimmy Darling x Reader Word Count: 560 Warnings: Panic attacks, fear of thunderstorms Notes: It’s been rainy lately, and I’m still all up in my feelings for Jimmy, so this is the result.

The show had finished about ten minutes ago, so everyone was pitching in to clean up the tent. It had been cloudy all day, so you weren’t necessarily surprised when the first rumble of thunder erupted from the sky – but still, you tensed up.

Jimmy noticed it immediately. Truthfully, he would have known you were already anxious about the oncoming storm without ever having to see your reaction to the thunder. You two had known each other for a long time, so he was more than familiar with how uneasy you got during thunder storms. Although, he had no idea just how bad it was, until Eve brought you to his trailer one night several months ago, in a desperate attempt to find something – or someone – to help calm you down from the panic attack that had ensued as a result of the nasty storm that had swept through Jupiter.

Without hesitation, Jimmy had pulled you into a tight hug while you shook like a leaf and uncontrollably cried, your breathing labored and uneven. You calmed down a bit instantly, and within five minutes, the terror that had seized you had faded away. Since then, you’d discovered that being near Jimmy was the sole preventative measure to your panic attacks. You’d tried deep breathing, embarking on a run around the compound, keeping your focus on a certain thing – none of it worked. You’d once been told to “go to your happy place,” and you’d tried forcing your mind to drift off to the beach, or a peaceful log cabin in the woods, but that had never worked either.

Then you discovered that Jimmy was your happy place. And he was always a sure-fire way of putting you at ease.

“C’mon, let’s get outta here,” Jimmy said, coming up behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I-I’m okay. We should stay and help,” you said, moving to pick up a few folding chairs. Before you could reach them, Ethel was suddenly in your way, giving you that steely, motherly glare of hers.

“We’ve got it, hun. You need to go relax,” she said. Despite the kindness of her words, the sternness in them didn’t go unnoticed, and you knew that protesting was futile.

With a sigh, you let out a meager “Yes, ma’am,” earning a smile from Ethel. Jimmy wrapped his arm around your waist once more, and led you out of the tent towards his trailer.

The sky was pitch black, save for a handful of stars, and the moon giving its best effort to shine through the clouds surrounding it. You almost found it peaceful – until a streak of lightning shot across the sky, followed by a low rumble of distant thunder, effectively reminding you of the fear that had begun seeping into your bones.

Jimmy held the door open for you, ever the true gentleman, then wasted no time in kicking off his boots, kicking off his jeans, and climbing into bed, wearing only his white tank top and boxers. You followed suit, cuddling into his side as closely as possible, reveling in the warmth of his embrace.

“Get some sleep, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“I love you,” was your only response, and Jimmy felt his heart swell at the ardency and sincerity of your declaration.

“I love you, too.”

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[mossybank]

Keeping In Time — J.D.

Jimmy teaches Y/N how to keep in time to the beat after rehearsal.

A/N: was kinda embarrassed to post this one lol , hope y'all enjoy

Jimmy Darling x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, soft!dom Jimmy, masturbation (female), oral (fem recieving), honestly this is kind of tame—

Y/N felt herself shrink slightly under the scrutinising gaze of Elsa Mars, grip tightening around her guitar strap in hopes to ease her anxiety as the blonde critiqued her. Her eyes cast down to the floor, the sight of her shoes suddenly very appealing as everyone else looked upon her.

"you're on bass, you should be linking it all together but you're too slow!" Elsa scolds, enunciating her words with her hands, "if you don't get it in check I'll have to put you on backstage duties. Understand?"

Sucking a breath in from her teeth, Y/N nodded meekly and just like that Elsa made a movement that commanded everyone to disperse, Amazon Eve giving Y/N a supportive pat on the back on her way past. Left to pack up her bass, everyone else having tidied their things away as Elsa spoke with Y/N, she incorrectly assumed she was alone so when someone finally spoke and placed a hand on her shoulder she almost jumped out of her skin with how startled she became.

"Hey, Y/— woah there, it's just me!"

Letting out a sigh, Y/N placed a hand over her heart, turning around to see Jimmy's concerned expression, "Sorry Jimmy, I didn't know anyone else was here... Just spooked me a little.. did you want something?"

"Yeah!— well, no? It's more of an offer than a want," As Jimmy spoke, Y/N picked up her bass now in a case and slung it over her shoulder, raising a brow at the lobster clawed man, "If you come to my trailer later I'll help you learn how to keep in time.." He says, lowly, a classic cheeky grin and a wink that told Y/N what he really meant.

To put it simply, Y/N and Jimmy had some sort of a relationship between them, heavily unspoken for the most part, in which they often hooked up around the fairgrounds. Sometimes it was hard for Y/N to not find herself falling for the man, what with how considerate and sweet he was during the act, but she had to keep grounded to reality. At best the two were friends with benefits, at worst she was just something for Jimmy to do to pass time.

"I'll be over in an hour."

An hour and seventeen minutes to be exact, changed from rehearsal and clad under her clothes in a set of lingerie she couldn't wait for Jimmy to tear off; it was a deep brown, subtle red undertones giving it a warm and cozy look with lace that highlighted all of Y/N's best areas. Though, little did she know, Jimmy would be the one taking it off of her.

She barely even had to knock before Jimmy let her in, looking her up and down and smirking, pointing his over to a chair silently instructing Y/N to take the seat. Instinctively she went to strip, watching Jimmy out of the corner of his eye as he messed with some sort of wooden box, feeling her stare he looked back at her and grinned catching sight of her lingerie.

"You can keep those on..." He says, biting his lip slightly, walking over to stand in front of Y/N his grip on the box he was holding obstructing Y/N from seeing what it was.

"What's the box?" She asks hardly waiting a beat, shuffling in her seat as if that would give her a better view.

Chuckling, Jimmy placed a hand gently under Y/N's chin brining her up to face him but also stilling her movement, "patience peaches.." he mutters and leans in slightly, Y/N closing her eyes in anticipation only for Jimmy's touch to be taken away.

Opening her eyes, almost a little offended, she found Jimmy now with his back to her. With how sweet Jimmy could be it was easy to forget how much of a teasing bastard he was also. From the box now came a clicking sound and it made Y/N grimace knowing such a thing would become annoying fast.

"Don't give me that look, I'm tynna help you out here." Jimmy says, though he hardly sounds upset with the smug grin he displays.

"How is that," she gave the metronome, as she had just figured out what it was, a quick galre, "meant to help?"

"I mean, it's what we use to keep in time with the music," the metronome clicked steadily, slowly, and Jimmy came to stand behind Y/N, "And I've got a really good way to help you remember the rhythm..."

His hands came to rest on Y/N, a hand cupping her bra clad boob and the other travelling further down to tease her over her panties, "But you gotta put most of the work in, peaches."

Y/N lifts her hips to try get more contact with Jimmy, Jimmy taking his hand away at the movement and going to take her right hand, guiding it to where his hand been resting moments before.

"Wh.. what do you want me to do.."

"I want you.." He pushes her panties to the side, rubbing her clit in a circular motion, "To finger yourself in time with the metronome.." he pulls away, promoting Y/N to take over in pleasuring herself and plants a kiss on her cheek.

Y/N whines, but complies regardless, blushing slightly at how vulnerable she felt in this position, spreading her legs slightly and begining to tease herself. For now the metronomes tempo was slow, easy to keep up with if not a little difficult to keep as slow as, Y/N getting impatient at how far the clicks were apart. Though, as she went off beat everyso often, Jimmy would raise a brow and watch her with his arms crossed, a warning to listen more carefully.

"Hey, c'mon peaches you gotta try.... There's a reward for if you do well." A reward? God, Jimmy really should've mentioned that sooner.

Y/N felt herself get turned on just by thinking about what a reward could entail, Jimmy always knew all the best ways to touch her. It didn't take much for her to obey orders and follow the time of the metronome, concentrating on the reward she wanted.

Able to stay with the metronomes speed, despite how annoyingly slow it may be, Y/N felt some accomplishment in her actions... Only for Jimmy to speed it up. She gives Jimmy a questioning look, whining about how unfair it was only for the man to shrug.

"The songs faster than this peaches, would you have preferred for me to start of fast?"

Rolling her eyes, Y/N supposed working up to the tempo she was meant to be keeping up with in rehearsal was better than being thrown straight into it.

Her fingers delved in and out of as pussy in time with the clicks, panties pushed to the side and legs spread to give Jimmy the full view of her actions, him watching as he stood uttering praises to her. The tempo at which the metronome was at changed in steady intervals, just as Y/N got used to or bored of the previous speed, the pleasure she gave herself increasing as she improved her timing.

She could tell she was close, and thank god because by now the metronome was going so fast she feared her hands might cramp as she fucked herself with her fingers. Her legs twitched slightly as she felt her core tighten, Jimmy's gaze upon her burning hot, and bit her lip to suppress her sounds— the walls of Jimmy's trailer were in no way sound cancelling— though she knew when it came time for her reward Jimmy would insist that she lets out as much noise as she can, finding her moans so beautiful.

Her hips lifting to sync up with her fingers it only took Y/N a few more weak thrusts to bring herself over the edge, throwing her head back and going almost limp in the chair.

"Good job, peaches," Jimmy speaks softly, coming to stand in front of Y/N and kneeling down between her legs, waiting for her to bring her head back to make eye contact with her, "You okay?"

Jimmy was always sure to check on Y/N after an orgasm, especially if he planned for her to have more so hearing that phrase she nodded enthusiastically, "More than." She insisted.

He smiled, hands coming to rest on her thighs, massaging them, "I bet you're wanting that reward now, huh?"

"Please.."

Jimmy's right hand moved from Y/N's thigh to her pussy, thumb resting on her clit, the contact lacked movement but still sensitive from the climax she'd brought upon herself moments before it made her quiver. Smirking, Jimmy moved his head to replace his hand, tongue licking a long strip up her cunt to collected her juices and groaning before reaching the top and sucking on her clit.

Letting out a high pitched moan, Y/N's hands delved into Jimmy's hair, stroking through his soft locks and pulling on them as he ate her ate out.

Having Jimmy eat her out was probably one of Y/N's favourite thing to have him do, he always hit the spot just right and with Y/N being extra sensitive right now this was a dream reward.

His mouth worked away at her clit, his lips sucking on it and creating a suction of sorts, his tongue flickering over it and his fingers pistoning in and out of her core, walls clenching weakly around his every thrust.

It never took long for Jimmy to pull a reaction from her when he did this, Y/N repeating his name over and over like a mantra before the heat inside her arose again.

"'m close.." She groaned out, a whimper on her words motivating Jimmy to work even harder. As Y/N came, Jimmy continued to eat her out through her release, removing his fingers from in her and lapping up her juices, pulling away eventually with a smug grin and chin glistening.

"See, keeping on beat's not so hard, is it peaches? You'll show Elsa next rehearsal you're not made for backstage!"

Y/N hummed, looking over Jimmy with half lidded eyes, eyes scanning down until they met his crotch, a prominent tent standing tall in his trousers.

"Mhm.. I could name something else that's hard though.." A smile like the cheshire cat overtook her features as she watched Jimmy's face contort in confusion before blushing when he realised what he meant, "Let me repay you, Darling..." She whispered as she slid off of her chair and onto the floor with Jimmy, catching his lips in a steamy kiss.

It was safe to say with that eventually Y/N did get her wish from earlier on in the night of Jimmy tearing off her lingerie.

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[greenduvet]

Hi! Another Tate Langdon lover here. I was wondering if you’d be okay with writing something for him where the reader is in Violet’s place? Like she had told him to “go away” but after a few months, she’s still in love with him so she calls out, asking him to come back. Any format is fine! I’m just curious to know how you think that would all go. :)

A/N: I’m so sorry for the long wait Anon!! This was a great request I loved trying to make it. I probably rewrote this 4 or 5 times trying to make it feel right. This was the end result. I hope you like it <3 

Telling Tate to go away was one of the hardest things Y/N had to do. Of course she still loved him but with what was happening they couldn’t be together. She didn’t want to have to be so harsh but that was the only thing she knew that would work. “Tate. Go away.” She told him. Looking to the floor feeling her eyes water. “No. Y/N.. Please don’t do this.” His voice already cracking, the begging so clear in his voice. “Go away Tate.” She did her best to sound strong and try to control the tears streaming down her cheeks. “GO AWAY!” She screamed. And with that Tate vanished. Gone into thin air. She was alone.

She knew Tate hadn’t fully left. Different times of days she could feel eyes on her but no one would be there, or things would be moved around. It was a bittersweet feeling knowing he cared just as she did but she was scared to be hurt again. Of course she missed Tate. The love of her life. Her longing and loneliness grew almost daily. When you were ghost time did pass quicker but for Y/N she felt she was stuck watching paint dry nonstop.

Tate had been terrible. He felt as if something died inside of him, even with him not being alive. He knew Y/N needed her space and he would respect that. That was the least he could do after everything. He thought so often of what he could have done differently or changed. But they were all what ifs. Y/N didn’t have to forgive Tate and he was well aware of this. Soon enough 6 months passed of these games between the two. It had been a gloomy day in October when Y/N called out “Tate..?” Ever so weakly, almost unsure of herself. Tate himself wasn’t even sure if it was real or if he was imagining it. He slowly appeared a few feet away from her. Y/N gasped slightly. Seeing him after these few months all of these emotions hit her hard, she was crying. Tate slowly walked closer to her and pulled her into a soft comforting hug. “I’m so sorry.” Tate mumbled quietly to her. She took a deep breath and nodded. “I know you are Tate. I’m glad you are.. I just want to see you change.” She looked up at his face. She was so torn. She loves Tate more than anything and was hoping he was willing to truly change his act. Tate took a deep breath as well. “I will do whatever it takes. I want to prove myself to you, I want to show you I really have and will continue to change. I love you so much Y/N, I don’t want to lose you.” This brought a smile to her face. That’s exactly what she wanted to hear from Tate. “I love you too Tate. A lot.” She hugged him tighter and inhaled his scent. She missed this more than she’d care to admit but she was happy to have him back.

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[anaomynous]

James March p6

"Come in, Jewel," She said, her tone soft, and her expression gentle. I walked into her suite, and watched her sit down. She patted the spot next to her, and I obliged. "So, I want to make this up to you as I said before. I am willing to correct the history of this to say you weren't murdered by James, however, I will leave it anonymous as to who it was." I stared at her, "You're still not taking responsibility?" She chuckled "Who would believe that I did it?" She maintained eye contact with half lidded eyed, drinking down what champagne she had left. "On the condition you leave me alone, you can stay here of course, but I dont want to see you, I dont want to hear you, I want you far from my presence." I chuckled, "Bitch... You extend me an offer as if you cared about my feelings. As if you truly wanted to make it up to me." I laughed lightly, "And here I wanted to believe you did, but you still won't take responsibility for what you have done to me, you took everything AWAY FROM ME!" I yelled, slapping her hard across her face. "I was foolish to believe that this was an offer of peace, when all you wanted was to correct a lie you started, that a man who worships my existence, murdered me then killed himself from the guilt." I began to walk to the door, as she walked towards me, and spun me around. "Life isn't fair, and neither is death. All creatures on this Earth meet their end in a terrible way, alone, in the darkness, being swallowed by it. I wanted what I didnt have; power. Do you think I would still be here, without it? Me killing you was necessary, I only wanted to make it right, so you could move on." She said softly, ending with a gentle smile, her sociopathic ways, surfacing. I shook my head. "Get off me," I said, pushing her hands away. I opened the door with force, giving her one last look before I ran back to my room. "My dear where have you been?" James asked in a confused tone, as I rushed in. My heart was pounding, as I looked into his eyes and shook my head. "What's happened?" He asked gently, before walking over to me. "Elizabeth wanted to meet with me to try and make peace, and her offer was just a passive aggressive, waste of time. She wanted to hurt me, and she did." I walked passed him and to our room, laying on the bed. " Why did I have to die this way?" I said, laying my head on my pillow. He sat down by me, and with a gentle stroke, put my hair behind my ear. "My love, no use feeling this way, we're both dead dear, and that is all there is. You have been fixated on these things for months, what is it that changed?" "Realizing I'm a murderous monster, when the person who deserves it the most, is still living a luxurious life, while I take innocent lives," I said my voice cracking. I sighed deeply, and buried my face into the silky pillow. James continued to touch my sea of black hair until I soon enough fell asleep.

I hardly left the room, for months, I couldn't sleep, I could hardly speak, and my eternity with my one and only became us living in hell. I was a good person... And I was condemned to this. "Jewelia," James said as he walked in, I looked over to him, and didnt say a word, before looking back to the wall. My hair was greasy, dark circles around my eyes, only wearing a tone instead of my usual nicely done appearance. "My love, I brought this," He spoke holding a beautiful diamond necklace, with emeralds. I smiled a closed lipped smile, and laid my head back down. "Thank you, darling," I said softly, pulling the blanket back up over my shoulder. He walked over to me, the bed creaking from his weight, resting his elbows on his knees, and hanging his head in his hands. The necklace clenched in his fingers, sparkling against the sunlight. "What can I possibly do, to console you? It hurts me when you hurt," He said, pulling his face out and resting his chin on his hands. "I just want you to be okay, my moon and stars," He turned towards me, and looked into my sunken eyes. "Mrs. March," He said with a sweet smile. "Yes, Mr. March?" "Oh how I love when you say that to me." He kissed me passionately, before he sat back up. His shoes hitting the hard wood, he took one last look at me before leaving. I was a mess, I wanted nothing to do with this any longer. If I wasn't already dead I would kill myself to make this suffering go far away from my body and mind. I was in pure and honest agony, wishing I could end it. This was my forever.

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[fictitiousmagines]

The date with Dandy Mott wasn't exactly thrill. A quiet dinner at a nice resteraunt and a freak show after. Mrs. Mott was eager to socialize her son. She didn't want to go. But Mrs. Mott was silver tongued. Assured her Dandy is quite the gentleman. Rotten man child was more on the money.

He was rude to the waiters. The conversation was wooden and unnatural. She was all too thankful for the noise at the Freak Show. Drowning out his incessant whining. The whole show was breathtaking. Every performer beautiful in their own right. Each person lighting up the stage. “The Lobster Boy,” was the real star in her eyes. The way he clutched the microphone and belted out his song. She blushed in spite of herself. A detail that didn’t go unnoticed by Mrs. Mott. Dandy was too enthralled to notice, especially when the twins took the stage. She wasn’t jealous by any means, but the way he stared struck her as odd. He looked at them like objects. Even when the show ended, Dandy and Mrs. Mott lingered. Whispering among themselves. 

She about lost her lunch when she figured out the reason for loitering. Buying Dot and Bess like a shiney new toy. She couldn’t figure out how someone so wealthy could be so classless. Denied and sent packing, Dandy roughly grabbed Y/N’s hand. 

She yanked her hand back angrily. 

“My initial instinct was to stay far far away from you. And I just wish I had followed my gut. You think with all that money, you could afford class. But I guess some things can’t be bought.”

“Come on, Dandy.” Mrs. Mott cooed to her infantile son. “Let’s leave the trash were it belongs.” They both left the tent, as cool as can be. Y/N’s fierce glare didn’t relent until they car was heard zooming down the road.

Her face softened as she looked to the troupe, “I’m so sorry. I honest to god didn’t know that he was-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jimmy reassured. “How could you know?" 

By the intensity of his star, and his puffed up chest, it was easy to tell he was smitten. Her gaze was equally intense. You could feel the electricity throughout the whole tent.

Elsa nodded and cleared her throat. “Jimmy, it’s awfully late. Why don’t you walk her home. Hmm?”

“Sure,” he said a little to eagerly. “Is that okay, uhh? I didn’t quite catch your name,” he beamed.

“Y/N,” she said softly. “My name is, Y/N.”

It didn’t take long for them to grow close. Like, soon grew to love. The grounds of the freak show was their own personal Eden. That is, until Elsa left and Dandy took over. He wasn’t really hurt over the rejection. He had no more interest in her than she did him. But he wasn’t one to be publicly humiliated. He was no delight to work for, and he make sure of that. Right up until The Freaks quit. Instead of skulking back home and licking his wounds, he hunted down each freak and gave them their severance pay. Their severance being a bullet at close range. 

Y/N hid in a trunk of old costumes, hoping he wouldn’t hear her trembling inside. Her heart breaking with every firing of the gun. She stayed in the truck for hours, terrified to emerge. To witness the inevitable. But the cover of night, made her brave. 

She spotted Eve’s body in the big tent, stiff and cold. The carnage was too much to handle. Tears fell freely as she cried out in anger.  She ran over and nudged her firmly, her body cold and unresponsive. “Eve?” She prodded. “Eve please,” she sobbed, as she layed her head on her shoulder. “Honey, they gone. They all gone,” a familiar voice croaked. Her eyes scanned the tent, and the gravity of the situation sank in.

She glanced up, to see Desiree walking towards her. She ran quickly to Desiree and wrapped her arms around her. “Thank god, you’re safe.” 

Desiree, nodded sadly. “We’re the only ones left.” The women sank to the floor and cried together. Surrounding them were the bodies of all they loved so dearly. 

"Jimmy?” 

“I ain’t found him yet.”

Y/N swallowed hard, clinging on to the hope he was safe.

Part two, will be up in a week or so.

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[wholockedcumberwumber]

PRETTY LITTLE ONE ~ AN AMERICAN HORROR STORY: FREAKSHOW FAN FIC Part One

Lucy Allencott felt safe at the Cabinet of Curiosity, she had become friends with the performers.”Jimmy, I know his death will be the only way.”  she had told him about the guy who wouldn't leave her alone.

“Doll, look at me.”  he was having a hard time not crying “Let someone else deal with Mott.” the people in town thought of Jimmy as untrustworthy but he only trusted people he liked. He was falling in love with her but he was afraid to tell her.  Jimmy Darling needed her in life.

A few months later... Lucy had been having a hard time sleeping and she knew the people in the freakshow would be in danger if she stayed here. Dandy had stolen her father’s Pick Up truck he thought it would be poetic for Mr. Allencott to find his daughter dead in the truck.

Jimmy had been burying a dog in the woods. when he had seen “Hell No. Ma! I will be back in a little while.”  before she would react Jimmy was running into woods and he heard the engine turn off.  He got to the clearing as he Saw Lucy Pull a gun from her pocket “No Lu!, he’s not worth it.” he yelled 

“Get away from here freak.” he paused “Pretty Little One can choose whomever she wishes.”

JImmy’s voice had shaken her out of the semi-awareness and she looked down at the gun and fell back into Jimmy’s arms as he opened the door “Dandy Mott, MY name is Lucy Allencott and i am not your Pretty Little one.”

she dropped the gun and Elsa Mars grabbed the gun and shot Dandy in the head and the heart. and as he slumped over dead she shot him in the crotch “You don’t treat people like property.” she looked at Dell “You go into town and inform Mr. Allencott. That Lucy is safe and she will be living with us in the Cabinet of Curiosities.”

“Lu, I love you and i couldn't stand the idea of Dandy Mott harming you. The last time we were in Town, Elsa saw the look of death in his eyes.”

“I love you too, Jimmy. I guess i just tried to see Good in Dandy Mott. When it wasn’t there.” he carried her to his trailer 

“JUst rest here and i will have maw bring you tea to calm your nerves.” as Jimmy Turned to leave she grabbed his hand, she had been one of the few people outside if the show that didn’t shrink from his hands. He caressed her hand with his thumb. 

“Don’t Go, Please.” she cradled her face into his palm as he cupped her face and sat on the bed “I don’t want to be alone.” he kissed her cheek to removes the tears she hadn't realized were rolling down her face.

Six months later...... Lucy was sitting in the front row by the main stage while Jimmy rehearsed. since this was one of those days where there were only two performances. afterward, Lucy and Jimmy went for a walk “I promise i no longer do that, Doll.” he said in response to her questions about charging women for pleasuring them it had felt like he was betraying her after they had started courting

“THat’s not what i meant Jimmy.”  she smiled as she leaned against the tree “I want to feel the touch of a man who really cares about me.” she whispered in his ear “I want to feel your fingers inside me.” 

He gulped in a nervous breath, he had never thought she would be the one to make the next move “Are you sure, Lucy.”  he knew she was chaste, he also knew she had likely thought this over for while.  He kissed her neck

“Yes.”

“Marry me.” he took a ring he had been carrying on a chain around his name “Please, i may not know a lot. I want you in my life forever. Everything with Dandy Mott made me realize that ad I've been saving up money it's not much.” he held his breath, he was hoping she would say yes but he was also worried she might not.

She watched as he kneels at her feet “Jimmy, stand and look me in the eyes. we are equals. you saved me.” as he stood up she removed the ring from the chain and slipped on her finger “It would make me happy to be Mrs. Jimmy Darling. Yes.”

When he absorbed what she just said his heart began to race and he ended up sitting on the ground she knelt next to his deep eyes looking into her blue eyes “Elsa gave me two days off so I could spend time alone with you.” he placed his hand on top of the hand that was caressing her cheek “you are one of the few people who see me as man first and my differences second. You said your God-father is out of town. can we go to his house so we can be alone.”

A few hours later in the aforementioned house, he felt sparks as her hands touched his bare chest.  He wasnlt virgin but no one had ever made him feel the way she had. “Are you sure it won;t bother you if we have child with hands like mine.”

“It is way God made you, Jimmy. JUst like god created your father to be attracted to men.” she smiled “I know a away to be intimate without making love yet.”  she lead him into the bathroomand ran a bubble bath. “I am goign to give you a bath and wash your hair,”

He blushed at the idea of her gentle touch on his bare skin. “That idea sounds sexy.” he winked “when did you first realize you could trust me?”

“the first time i eneded up at hte Cabinet of Curiosities while clearing my head. The way you smiled at me. felt different from the way you were smiling at hte other patrons.” she said as se ran water and waited fr it to warm up

15 months Prior...

After that day's performance ended he hung around hoping to see her again. “Most people coming here for the first time sitting in the back why were you in the front?” he asked

Lucy “i wanted to be able to see your face clearly and i also in case Dandy shows up. i keep trying to end the courtship.” she blushed and sat down “I didn;lt mean to say that part out loud.”

“Desiree, are you available a think this lady needs a woman to speak to.”  he looked at Lucy “I will get you something to calm your nerves.”

An hour later in Desiree’s private dressing room “I may not have been born on a farm. But i can smell bullshit.”  she paused “Mister Mott culled you out and he figured you would break and give into him. I guarantee you if you don't leave that son of a bitch this will end in someone’s Death. I will talk to miss Elsa and see if there is something you can do to help out here.”

Present day “THe First time you gave me your jacket to stay warm. i wanted to stay in it as long as possible. because the smell reminds me of you.”

“I am surprised you didn’t notice I had Ma, embroider your initials on the inside so they would always be over my heart.” he said as he got dressed “Next time i give you a bath. because that was pretty hot. and i don’t mean the water.” after putting on his pants her went over and wrapped his arms around he waist. “I think Des was right Dandy may have groomed you and he thought nothing would break the control.”  he turned her to face him and kissed her passionately.”Whatever dangers come in the future i will protect you.” he nuzzled her neck  

“How come i’ve never met your Ma? I know you said your God-father is your biological dad.”  he said

“The Motts had a vacation home in Maine. I believe Dandy killed them so i would be Sent to Jupiter to live with my godfather.” which was shockingly accurate. he caressed her cheek 

“The whole time you've been living in Jupiter he’s been your only living relative.” Jimmy looked at her and smiled, his smile always made her feel better. “YOu’ve always been part of my family. The Cabinet of Curiosities has always been family.”

To Be Continued....

Inspired by the song Pretty Little One by Steve Martin & The Steep Canyon Rangers.

#Jimmy Darling x oc #ahs: freakshow #romance fic #au fan fiction #12/25/17 #Jimmy Darling

[maria-akira]

how you meet the ahs boys + their reaction while you're having a class - PART 1

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hey yall im back again 🧍🏻‍♀️ is this what you call a headcanon?? idk BAHAHSHHA. anyways i've had this idea in my mind for a while and i wanted to share it to yall, so i hope you guys like it 😌

these also have a little back story on how you guys meet !!

also, special mention to @tatestripedsweater for helping me give ideas with jimmy's part !! thank you so much mwah 🥺❤

warnings: none! just pure fluff <3

please excuse any errors !

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~♡ TATE LANGDON:

before the pandemic, you and your family have moved into the murder house.

the house gave your family a very odd vibe, but nonetheless all of you had to bear with it because it was sold for a cheap price.

but when the pandemic arrived the country, you were stuck at home 24/7. thus, classes were online.

you met tate because of your father. tate was one of his patients and the both of you grew close.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

tate would randomly barge in your room while having a class and you would jump out of shock.

"Jesus, Tate. Stop scaring me like that!"

tate would giggle and lay on your bed, observing the lesson that the teacher rambled about.

while you're writing notes, he would stand up and take a chair from some part of your room and sit beside you.

knowing that tate is clingy, you would warn him not to bug you and behave while you listened in class.

of course, he doesn't listen and he would place his head on your shoulder and eventually would cuddle you.

"Taaate, please let me focus."

luckily, you always keep your camera off.

"Mmm, no. I enjoy bugging you."

~♡ KIT WALKER:

one time, you were driving to school on your own and you were almost running out of gas.

luckily, you saw a gas station nearby and decided to get a fill before heading to school. and there, you met kit.

when you first laid your eyes on kit, you thought that he was the prettiest man ever. you couldn't let this chance slip, thus, you exchanged numbers with him.

you talked all day and night, the both of you were so inlove with each other and you finally decided to introduce him to your parents.

your parents loved him and you were so, so happy.

but when the pandemic came, it affected your relationship with kit.

since all schools and unis were closed down, everything went online.

when kit stayed over, he couldn't spend a lot of time with you because you had to attend classes early in the morning, till afternoon.

"Can you stay in bed with me for a little bit, darling?"

unfortunately, you woke up late that day and you missed 10 minutes of your first class. and just like that, you were stuck to your desk until afternoon.

"Kit baby, I'm sorry. I'm late for my first class. Maybe later, okay?"

as much as kit hated this whole online class thing, he would always find a way to cheer you up.

thus, he would cook you breakfast and bring it over to your room.

"C'mere, I'll feed you while you listen and write down notes."

~♡ KYLE SPENCER (PRE DEATH AND POST DEATH) :

PRE DEATH:

madison, your friend, had bugged you all week to go with her to this college frat party near your house.

you weren't the party type. you loved staying at home, watching netflix or reading some sort of fan fiction on wattpad.

but you hated being single. so, this was your chance to actually get a boyfriend.

when you arrived at the party, you immediately hated it. everything was so loud and everyone was drinking, it was definitely a new sight for you.

you were sitting on a couch that was in the balcony, with a red cup that was filled with punch. you loved being away from the commotion.

this is where you met kyle, it was love at first sight. the both of you had so much in common and you thought that he was the man of your dreams.

you exchanged snapchats and from there, you were partners-in-crime.

you and kyle had stopped going to parties ever since the pandemic arrived, which means you got to see each other less.

since the both of you were students, both of your classes went online.

one time, kyle had no classes for a day and he decided to surprise you.

that day, you were having an online presentation. both your camera and microphone were on.

"Rene Descartes was the Father of Modern Philosophy—"

as you were presenting the slide show, you were cut off by kyle's presence infront of your desk.

"I brought you food, baby!"

you would shush him and suddenly turn off your mic.

"I'm so sorry, Miss. My boyfriend arrived and I—"

kyle would go beside you and kiss you on your cheek, your classmates and teacher cooing over it.

"Miss, you better give my girlfriend a good grade."

POST DEATH:

*pretend that he survived the bus accident and had a coma, because we arent involving witchcraft here*

kyle and his fraternity were on a bus that was going to some college event at school.

on the way there, you guys snapped each other and his friends would talk to you as well.

unfortunately, they got in an accident and the bus was flipped over.

a few students, including kyle, survived the accident.

when you heard this news, you cried your heart out and you didnt talk to anyone in your family.

you and your family visited the hospital and you rushed to kyle's room, it broke your heart to see tubes in him, with machines that beeped like there was no tomorrow.

when the doctor said that kyle was in a coma, your heart sank in the deepest part of your body.

this made you stay 24/7 with him until he was discharged.

when he was discharged from the hospital, he was not his usual self. the bubbly, energetic kyle was gone. instead, he was so confused with everything.

kyle's mom made him stay with you until he got his memory back, and you were more than glad to help.

but this took a toll on your studies because your classes were online due to a pandemic.

everyday in class, you would let kyle sit beside you and let him observe what you were doing.

"We're in Science class, Kyle. You were really good in Science, you helped me alot with my homeworks."

most of the time, you would help kyle develop his speech and his writing. but it was difficult for you.

"S-Sci... S-Sci-en.. ce?"

"Yes, Kyle! Good job, now one more time."

~♡ JIMMY DARLING:

ever since you were a kid, you loved going to carnivals, your parents would always bring you there every weekend.

there were carnivals almost everywhere, and your family brought you to all of them.

to you, each carnival was unique. the clowns and magicians in each carnival had different tricks up their sleeve.

but as you grew up, these carnivals slowly went out of business. except for one, which was elsa's cabinet of curiosities.

you decided to visit it one day just for a trip down memory lane, you never really had expectations for this place.

when you arrived there, there were a few people that were seated.

the show started and it instantly made you smile, they reminded you of your younger days. oh how you wished to be a child again.

you watched through a few acts, and the last act was a man named jimmy darling

when he came on stage, you locked eyes with him. there was something about him that really struck you.

after the performance ended, jimmy ran over to you and got your number. from there, you always talked and you would visit him regularly.

the regular visits stopped when the pandemic struck the country, forcing entertainment establishments, schools and unis to close down.

for the mean time, all your classes went online. you told jimmy that he could stay with you until things went back to normal.

on an early tuesday morning, you were in english class. jimmy was with your parents preparing breakfast, and you were falling asleep while your teacher discussed about the odyssey.

unlike tate, jimmy would always knock on your door. as his mom always taught, never enter anyone's room without knocking.

jimmy would giggle at your sleeping sight, your head lowered and your hair messed up.

"Hey, sweetheart, wake up! You're in class."

jimmy's timing was perfect. as he woke you up, you were called by the teacher.

"Miss Y/N, Do you think Odysseus was loyal to his wife?"

obviously, you panicked. but jimmy was there to save you. since jimmy was fond of reading, he finished the book and he whispered the answer to you before you could turn on your mic.

"No, Ma'am. Odysseus had an affair with Calypso and Circe."

once you got your teacher's approval, you turned off your microphone and let out a sigh of relief.

"You're lucky that I'm here to help you."

jimmy would joke and you would jump up to him, tackling him into a hug.

"I'm always lucky to have you, baby."

~♡ DANDY MOTT

at a young age, you were exposed to different types of fabrics. denim, silk, corduroy, neoprene. they name it, you've probably seen it.

your mother worked as a fashion designer. she managed to open a shop in the city and it was a great success for you and your family.

your mother has styled famous models. because of this, the shop was promoted and broadcasted all over the country. one day when you came from school, you saw a long line outside the shop.

that day, the staff count was low. there were only 5 employees instead of 10. you didn't exactly know why, so you decided to help.

after what felt like several hours, the long line finally dissolved into 2 customers, which was a mother and her son. they looked through the shop and the mother instantly loved everything.

her son, on the other hand, was trying on this lilac tux that your mother made.

you assisted her son and when you locked eyes, the both of you smiled. you entertained him throughout his shopping spree and the both of you never broke eye contact.

this was how you met dandy. he made the first move by getting your number, and of course you gave it back.

from there, the both of you talked day and night, even when you were in school.

since dandy's mother, gloria, loved your mother's shop so much, she would invite you and your mother regularly to her mansion.

gloria and your mother got along very well, and it was like gloria was your second mother.

so when your mother went to paris for a fashion show, she let you stay in gloria's mansion until she came back.

but to your dismay, your mother was not able to come back due to a pandemic that was all over the world. flights, establishments, and schools closed down.

of course you were sad, but you didn't worry so much because gloria treated you like her real daughter.

classes were online and you were forced to attend them everyday in the shared room you had with dandy.

since you had to get ready for class early in the morning, you would quietly get out of bed because dandy was sometimes a light sleeper.

it was around 8am and you were in math class. in your school, cameras were required to be turned on at all times. you thought this was a shit rule, but you had no choice to comply.

you were drawing some circles with a compass for an example that was being discussed by your teacher, when all of a sudden dandy was beside you.

"Dandy, sweetie, what are you doing up so early? Go back to sleep.."

dandy would pout at the lack of attention that you were giving him. since he loved holding your hand, you let him hold your other hand that you didn't use for writing.

"You're doing Math instead of cuddling with me!"

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i'm actually super proud of this omg !! i hope yall enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥺❤

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#ahs 8 #ahs 9 #ahs freakshow #jimmy darling imagines #jimmy darling x reader #dandy mott x reader #dandy mott #jimmy darling #tate langdon #tate langdon imagines #tate langdon x reader #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer #kyle spencer imagines #kit walker #kit walker x reader #kit walker imagines #ahs murder house #murder house #ahs asylum #freakshow #ahs coven #american horror story

[ahs-roleplay-fanfiction]

Jimmy Darling x Reader: Love

Requested: Yes; by @screaming-internet-nerd

Words: 240

Type: Fluff; with slight angst with you squint

A/N: I hope you like it. It’s shorter than I’d like but with family issues going on and the fact that I won’t have access to a computer for at least the next four days I wanted to get something out for you. Thank you for being so kind and patient with me; much love!

          The night was cold for a Florida summer as the wind blew. A young woman ran through a field; the tall grass smacking against her skin. She laughed; looking over her shoulder to the man running after her. A large smile across his own face.

     “Catch me if you can Jimmy!” I called over my shoulder; laughing as Jimmy’s arms wrapped around my waist. “You where sayin’ doll?” He asked; a smile evident in his voice. “Catch me if you can?” I ask; laughing.

     “How’d that go?” Jimmy asks; still smiling widely. “Exactly how I wanted it to.” I reply; turning around in Jimmy’s arms. “So this is what you want?” I nod; slightly biting my lower lip. “Yes; it is.” I reply; setting my hands on Jimmy’s shoulders.

      “I love you Jimmy.” I say; the smile falling off his face. “W-what?” He asks me. “I love you Jimmy Darling.” He shakes his head; removing his arms from my waist.

     “I’m not... I’m not good enough for you.” My smile dropped and so did my heart. “Jimmy; you can’t say that.” He sighed and shook his head. “Have you seen my hands?” Jimmy asks heatedly.

     “Yes; I have Jimmy. I love you; I love your hands. I love all of you.” Jimmy looks down at me; tears collecting in his eyes. “R-Really?” “Really Jimmy.” He smiles softly; wrapping his arms back around my waist. “I love you too.” Jimmy whispers before softly kissing my lips.

#Jimmy darling #jimmy darling x reader #jimmy darling fluff #jimmy darling imagines #AHS #ahs fanfiction #ahs fan fiction #ahs imagines #ahs fluff #ahs freakshow

[miss-violet]

Jimmy Page’s Fabulous Sofas

I’ve previously posted about his fabulous floral shirts, but JP also likes floral grandma sofas. I thought these must have been in the boathouse when he bought it but see leds’ post -  maybe he hand-picked them My grandmother, rest her soul, would have loved these sofas.

Shameless self-promotion but my fictional Jimmy and Robert disport themselves on all this furniture in my Pangbourne porn series Days of Our Youth, if you're into that sort of thing. 

I love Jimmy’s dreamy just-been-tumbled look and the sofa is old-fashioned but tasteful. Not sure this is Pangbourne.

My grandma would have loved this frilly number. Only a rock star could sit on this sofa and still look hot. It’s a nice juxtaposition with the leather trousers and oxblood pumps. 

Another view of the frilly sofa plus telescope and record collection. Let me show you my etchings, darling. 

The porch swing aka the sex swing to Jimbert fans, covered with what looks like a lacey tablecloth. Not technical floral, but still a strong grandma vibe if not for the sex bomb in plaid trousers. 

The tablecloth and pillows look really shiny and uncomfortable but I sure wouldn’t mind sitting there for a spell with this dreamboat. 

Here is the swing sans tablecloth, for reference. 

It’s not a sofa but the padded bench seats in the vintage launch looks cozy enough for two. I’m surprised there isn’t more Jimbert boat slash out there (there is one excellent story with some hot boat action but I can’t seem to find it). 

The Starship sofa gets included because Jimmy looks so adorable sleeping on it. I bet this sofa has seen a lot of action. 

This one in the Tower House looks like vintage wicker. Jimmy still collects antiques and fine art but his taste in sofas has evolved since the Pangbourne Days. 

#jimbert #oh jimmy #led zeppelin slash

[bakatenshii]

Grapefruit

Oikawa Tooru x reader (haikyuu!!)

word count: 2.3k

TW: 18+, lemon, wattpad, crack

A/N: I’m so sorry. This is actually a joke, a parody, I promise, it’s written like this on purpose for the collab. Terrible (or lack entirely of) grammar, dialogue so cheesy I threw up multiple times in my mouth, too many specifications of shades of the colour pink. For @undermattsun’s whorehouse wattpad garbage fire collab. I’m so sorry.

grape·fruit

/ˈɡrāpˌfro͞ot/

In the world of fandom (check out fan fiction, fanfics, or fics), a grapefruit is a story which consists of sexual explicit themes in bizarre situations.

An orange-twinged pink, almost coral.

haikyuu series!! :3

disclaimer: haikyuu does NOT belong 2 me. Or else I would make XXXX go w/ XXXX ;)

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𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

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“hurry up y/n!!!” - i remove my skullcandies out my ears, hearing my best friend sunnie(with an ie! not y!) shout to me from down the hall.

flipping my baby pink (NOT cotton candy pink! god there’s a difference, get it right. last week ash-lee with her stupid bleach blonde hair called it cotton candy pink and I wanted to kill her) hair behind my shoulder, i skipped down the lockers.

i was in my best outfit, checkered pink and white (bubblegum pink, this time) leg warmers with my matching pink + white skirt and white denim jacket with a pink butterfly bedazzled on the back. i saw paris hilton in it on her myspace too, so you could say im pretty trendy.

not like the other girls, like brittney (with her dark hair with a blue streak with a puppy shaped purse she swears is designer.) or ash-lee with her stupid ugly blonde hair that’s deffo fake. oh i already said that

anyways

it’s just an average tuesday morning, and i’m just your not-so-average girl. my name’s (y/n) (l/n) and im (age) years old. my best friends are sunnie, rachelle, and meeky. oh, and lindt, sometimes, when she’s not too busy with trying to save the world from global warming.

i’m on my way to p.e. which UGH is my least fav class, who even came up with it? but at least there’s the hottie oikawa tooru-sama in my class (ha! eat that ash-lee + brittney) and all the girls luuuuurv him. he’s soooo hot i bet he has abs

(brianna with the ugly hair who wears green shoes with red socks said she saw him change once and she totally saw his 8pack but she’s a liar so i dont believe her)

(even tho he tooootally has one)

i was on way just skipping down the hall to go to p.e. when someone crashes into me from behind.

‘-u-GH!’ i fall.

‘hey!!!!’ i turned around to yell at who’s bumping into me-

it was oikawa tooru-sama!! the most popular boy in school!!! i felt like i was in a dream i pinched my hand but... it hurts!!! this isn’t a dream!!! the oikawa tooru-sama just crashed into me!!! with his body!!! his shoulder touched me!!!!!

he turn and looks at me and... my heart stops. i think im dying omgomgomg

‘a-are you okay (y/n)-chan?’ he asks me and holds his hand out.

i cant believe it. the oikawa tooru-sama is giving me his hand to hold?!?! is this heaven???

‘i-i-‘ i stammer. i’m so shocked i swear my face is beat red. ‘i-i’m ok.’

i was too scared to hold his hands because mine were so sweaty from seeing him this upclose. i stand up and dust my knees because i want him to think i’m tough. that’s right. oikawa tooru-sama is a professional vball player! (v for volley-ball) he’s not going to like some dumb average weak normal crybaby girl.

‘ok. see ya in class!’ he smiles and waves at me before walking down the hall, shooting me his signature smile. the one that makes flowers bloom around him and glitters around his whole body.

h-how did he know? did he just say in class??? the oikawa tooru-sama knows who i am???

i take out my phone to frantically text my bffs (sunnie, rachelle, meeky and lindt) and see the group chat had some unread new messages. i click open it.

(beep)

𝚋𝚕@𝚑𝚔𝚞𝚐𝟶𝟶: omgzzzz i juss saw tsukki-sama xDDD

𝕣𝕒𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕩𝕠: STDU XDD wut wuzz he wearin?!? hes sooooo hawt oh em geez

tsukki-sama, aka tsukishima kei-sama, is the hot blondie in the other class’s vball team. rachelle and sunnie are sooo in love with him, but i don’t blame them. he’s soooo tall, taller than oikawa tooru-sama even. (but that doesn’t matter because oikawa tooru-sama has the prettiest smile in the world and no one’s seen tsukki-sama smile like... since he came outta the womb)

i quickly type out my txt because this is more important than what the blonde vball star is wearing.

(beep)

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: guizzzzz guizzzz GUIZE!!!! GUEZZ WUT JUSS HAPPND!!

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: u’ll nv beliv it!!!!! omGZZZZZ IM LAIK DYINN XDDDDDDD TT_TT

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: omgawd wuuuut

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: w8 kita-sama jus sk8dd by me i fink he haz a new b04rd!!!!! be are be

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: uGGGHRRR MEEKY DIS IZ MOAR IMPOARTAN!!!!!!

before i have the chance to tell them about my fateful encounter with the oikawa tooru-sama someone snatches my phone away. i turn around, maybe it’s oikawa tooru-sama again?

UGH NO IT’S OUR STUPID BALD PRINCIPAL. now i’m in trouble.

‘no phones in the hall (y/n) (l/n)-san!’ he yells at me. his breath stinks, yuck.

he takes my phone and puts it in his pocket and i realize that he’s putting it in his pocket and taking it away.

‘b-but-‘ jimmy i protest. not my flip phone with my pink bedazzled hello kitty charm on the end!

‘no buts!!!! see you after lecture missy!!’

god, this is just like, the worst day ever.

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𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

𝑙𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛

𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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p.e. is the same as always: im sitting on the side, not doing sports because girls like me can’t risk breaking my perfectly painted pink (hot pink, not baby pink) nail with diamonds on it. i tell my bffs about the encounter and they all agree that it’s deffo fate.

‘i know right??’ i giggle staring down at the man of my dreams, at his chocolate brown locks, thinking back at his dreamy brown orbs staring into my dark black ones offering me his hand.

‘you should totes ask him out!’ giggles sunnie.

‘oh em gee, never!!! that’s sooo embarrassing, he’s totally gonna say no!’ i said.

‘seriously, (y/n)-chan, what do you have to lose?’ rachelle said.

‘just like, my dignity and self respect.’ i reply sassily.

at that we three burst into laughter, and the fat p.e. prof turns and tells us shhhhhhh.

i love my friends.

i tell them about our bald principal taking my pink flip phone with the hello kitty charm on it away.

‘oh no!’ rachelle exclaimed.

‘what are you going to do?’ sunnie asked.

i shrug, feeling at a loss without it.

‘it’s like, seriously dangerous without a phone.’ the blonde said.

‘what if you get like, kidnapped or something?!’ the purplenette said, clasping her hand over her mouth in a show of shock. (ps. bluette vs. blunette?)

‘kidnapped?!?’ i laugh. ‘who’s gonna kidnap me?!!’ we all burst into laughter again, causing our p.e. prof (still fat and annoying) to shhh us again.

little did i know that the brunette vball star was staring up at me, plotting.

i had no idea what was about to come.

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𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑒

𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

༻✧༺

when i open my eyes, my eyes are heavy, staring up at a bright light above my head. i squint my eyes because the light hurts my eyes.

‘well, well, well’ i hear a voice behind me. ‘(y/n)-himesama’s awake, i see.’

wait-

i know that voice-

that’s-

that’s the oikawa tooru-sama’s voice!

‘w-what?’ i stuttered, surprised but feeling a warm rush going down my body at the sound of his voice. ‘what’s going on?’

he chuckles. ‘can’t you tell?’

i look around and see my arms taped up behind me on a chair and my legs tied together by... something. rope maybe?

‘where am i?’ i ask, even more bewildered.

‘tsk tsk tsk, silly (y/n)-himesama. i’ve kidnapped you, my dear.’ he said. ‘we’re in my mansion right now’

my eyes pop out of their sockets. am i hearing him right?

‘no,’ he corrects himself. ‘we’re in our mansion.’

i can’t help but blush at that suggestion. our mansion?

that’s right, i must be crazy, i think to myself. this is all just a dream, i’m still in school, on the bleachers with my bffs and i fell asleep in our class.

‘this isn’t a dream, darling’ he singsongs, and i feel more warmth flood downwards. god what is wrong with me? turned on in this situation? but can you blame me? who wouldn’t get turned on when the oikawa tooru-sama is standing in front (or behind) them and calling them ‘darling’?

‘w-what- h-h-how?’ i ask him. ‘i was just at school, staring at you play vball in the gym- i mean n-not staring at you- and-‘

he chuckles darkly.

‘i know you were, (y/n)-himesama. that’s why i kidnapped you, because you’re so cute.’

i blush at his words. m-me? cute??? did the oikawa tooru just call me cute?

i suddenly remember what rachelle and sunnie said in p.e. today about being kidnapped, and shudder. god, h-her mind! they’re totally gonna tell me i told you so! when i tell them.

‘b-but, h-how?’ i bit my lip looking at him beneath my lashes, or however anastasia steele did it in too many shades of grey. (it wasn’t actually that bad, but ill never admit it. it’s sorta kinda hot. also pantone says theres only like 37 diff shades so.)

‘i saw you with your friends, and i served a ball at your head knocking you out.’ he explained. suddenly i feel a pang on my head reinforcing what he’s saying.

‘ow...’ i say quietly.

the brunette man built like a god walks into my frame of vision for the first time after waking up and i notice he’s shirtless, all 8pack exposed for me to look at.

(i guess brianna was right, but she’s still a liar that wears green shoes with red socks.)

he comes up to me and kneels in front of me until he’s kneeling in front of me. he carresses my cheek with his hand (the same one he reached out to me earlier that day, pre-kidnapping) and i sigh.

if this is a dream never wake me up. i think to myself.

‘wh-‘ before i can get the words out asking him why me?, he presses a finger to my lips, shushing me.

he looks at me with his brown chocolate orbs, and i get lost in them, counting the stars and constellations in those glowing beautiful orbs that i never thought i could look at so up close. (except in photos i secretly took)

‘i love you, (y/n) (l/n)’ he says.

i fainted.

༻✧༺

𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠

𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

༻✧༺

i wake up (for the second time that day, god what is up with today?), my eyes still heavy.

‘good morning, darling,’ i hear a voice say, and suddenly i remember everything that’s transpired so far.

(for reference: i crashed into the oikawa tooru-sama this morning, had my phone taken away, and now kidnapped by none other than the oikawa tooru-sama, now in his- no, our mansion.)

‘o-oikawa tooru-sama?’ i stutter out weakly, still groggy.

‘just tooru, my hime-sama.’ he says and i feel my body heating up again.

suddenly, i’m filled with an overwhelming emotion, and the worlds spill out before i can stop them.

‘i love you, t-tooru.’ i stutter on the foreign name, biting my lips (for good measure).

he looks at me, chocolate orbs piercing right into my super dark black pupils, and he starts to cry. i cry too, because he just looks so beautiful, even when he’s crying.

he holds me in his arm and i nuzzle my nose into his neck, smelling his deep chocolatey velvety sweet minty musky scent. he smells so good i could just stay here forever, bathing in the chocolatey velvety sweet minty musk.

‘u-um...’ i start, and he nuzzles his face into my neck some more. i can feel his wet tears on my shoulder... is he still crying??

i try again. ‘u-ummmm...’

he finally looks up at me and i peer into his deep chocolate orbs, feeling him stare intently into my dark block orbs. i wiggle my arms to show him i want him to release them, because if you remember they’re still taped up by like, tape or rope or whatever.

‘o-oh!’ he exclaims and unties them.

i don’t know what came over me but suddenly we’re kissing, our tongues are battling for dominance within our hot wet cavernous mouths, and it’s soooo hot.

he grips my legs and spreads them apart, tongues still fighting a mighty battle, and i see him take out his big massive rock hard member in his hands.

i wrap my legs around him, thankful for the pink (bubblegum pink) and white checkered skirt im wearing today for easy access, and he pushes his hot shaft into my core. i can feel his member in my wet gushy wushy pussy and it feels so good i came.

he cums too.

‘w-will you marry me?’ he looks up at me, his member still inside. i feel tears brimming in my eyes again as I nod.

‘i do.’

༻✧༺

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒’𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒

a/n: ta-dah!! the end!!! tankzz 4 readin guyzzzz lawl im thinking of making dis a series so... ;))) tell me who u wana be kidnapped by next! xD

a/n #2: speshull tankz 2 uwucatgirlprincess99 4 da line (u kno da one ;))) + sk8erg0rl666 4 havin me in da collab! + also cummin up wiv da title!! lawlzz rawr x)))

a/n #3: OH WOW . erhm. Longest chappy thing ive written. Hope you liked it. so uhm. ENJOY ! [btw, I'm considering doing the NEXT CHAP; sneak peek thing. Should I? :3 Comment?] plz R&R!! :]]] kudoz 4 u <333

p.s. da colour i used 4 da lyriczzz is fuschia pink! :3

p.p.s. comment below if u reconize dee song!! ur a kool kat if u do ;))

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[dirtyahs]

Good Morning. Jimmy Darling x Female Reader

hi friends! this one was requested by @astuteandkind

Request: “I am totally cashing in that request, obv for Jimmy Darling. I'd adore a full fic, but my request is quite specific so I'm not sure your gen audience would enjoy? I have OCD and while I definitely get hot and heavy, ANY kind of intimacy is a big deal for me—being in such physical and emotional proximity with someone, touching, coming together like that. I'd just be grateful to read something smutty for someone like me, with the partner being caring & mindful &&& sexy at the same time? xxx”

Warnings: None really, soft boy Jimmy Darling 

You couldn't help but smile when you felt Jimmy pull you closer in his sleep. You had woken up about ten minutes previous, your legs tangled with his. He'd never admit it, but Jimmy was a teddy bear. He loved to cuddle, loved when you would kiss his nose, loved to sing to you when he was driving. Not to imply he wouldn't kick someones ass for you, because he definitely would, and has in the past, but he's capable of being the most loving man you've ever met. "Jimmy, I have to get up." You whispered, your noses grazing each others. He pulled you tighter against his body.

"No you don't." His voice was raspy, still not completely awake. You let out a giggle when one of his hands slid down and gave your backside a quick squeeze. His favorite part of your body, after your beautiful smile as he always said. 

"Jimmy," You whined, smiling. "I have to get up!" 

In one quick movement, he hauled himself on top of you, straddling your waist. He was shirtless, only in a pair of boxers.

"You can stay here, just for a little longer." He flashed you that charming smile he was so good at. You stuck out your bottom lip playfully, and he took no time to lean down and bite it, once again making you giggle. "Okay, fine. 30 minutes." You finally agreed and you felt him smile against your neck, beginning to plant soft little kisses all over the soft skin. "Thirty minutes is all I need with you, princess." He whispered, his finger tips tickling down your sides. His lips began moving from your neck down to your chest, sliding your shirt over your head, tossing it aside. He stopped, flicking his tongue over your nipples, making you shiver in response. 

"You're so incredibly beautiful..." His voice was quiet, he sounded desperate for you. He kept his kisses moving, traveling down your stomach, his hands holding yours the whole time. He stopped at your inner thighs, your legs spread for him. He couldn't help but kiss all along your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most.

"I love every part of your body, baby girl." He moved the thin fabric of your panties to the side. He knew you so well- general intimacy was a bit difficult for you. But Jimmy has always been so accepting and so loving of every part of you. You let out an audible gasp when he ever so slowly flicked his tongue against your clit, his hands still holding yours tightly. Gradually, he picked up his speed, varying from flicking his tongue against you to sucking your clit, your thighs couldn't help but wrap around his head. He looked up at you, your face contorted with pleasure only pushing him more and more. He kept up for quite some time, his name falling from your lips. He smiled when he felt your legs begin to shake, and heard your breathing get more and more shallow, but he pulled away, making you whine at the loss of contact. He kissed his way back up your body, smiling against your lips.

"I know you're close, baby doll, but I want to feel you cum for me." His voice sent a shiver down your spine and you watched him as he slid his boxers down his thighs, tossing them aside with your shirt. "That's okay, right?" Just checking in on you. "Yes, that's fine, just hurry up then." You smiled, wrapping your arms around him, pulling his chest down against yours, making him smile. He positioned himself, and slowly slid his length into you, taking it slowly like he knows you like it. Your nails dug into his back, going slack jawed as he slowly started thrusting into you. 

"You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" He growled against your ear, sucking at it playfully. His hands rested on either side of your head, and he leaned back to look at you, his lips parting to moan your name every so often. He quickened his pace, pressing his lips into yours firmly. You kissed him back with the same vigor, holding on to him tightly. His praise only pushed you closer and closer to the edge. "Jimmy, I'm so close." You whimpered, making him move just a bit quicker with your words. His hands moved to grab your thighs, slinging them up over his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper than before.

"Cum for me, princess." He hissed, clearly close himself. With the change in position, your legs began to shake once again and your eyes rolled back a bit. You felt the hot coil forming in your abdomen, almost ready to break. "Jimmy..." You whined once more, finally feeling your self come undone, absolutely soaking the sheets beneath you.

"Good girl..." Jimmy growled before pulling himself out of you quickly, finishing onto your lower stomach, letting out a few throaty groans, both of your chests heaving. He looked down to you, unable to stop himself from smiling. "Stay here." He said, standing up, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and walking into the bathroom. You heard the sound of the shower turn on. A few minutes passed and Jimmy came back out with a white fluffy towel in his hands. "I laid your work clothes out for you, and got the shower nice and hot for you." His cheeks were dusted with a cool pink, his hair in messy curls across his forehead. You smiled and stood up, pressing a loving kiss into his lips. "Thank you, Jimmy." "I love you so much, baby doll. Don't you ever forget it."

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[rax-writes]

Title: Darling Fandom: American Horror Story Characters: Jimmy Darling x Reader Word Count: 497 Warnings: Arachnophobia Notes: I’ve never written for Jimmy before, but I’ve been re-watching Freak Show, so I’m in a very Jimmy Mood.

One of the running jokes between you and Jimmy was that anytime he did anything sweet (which was quite often), you’d give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him, “You’re a darling.” And he’d always roll his eyes, despite the smile on his face. But you really meant it. He was never not sweet to you; randomly bringing you flowers, complimenting you at least once a day, giving you his jacket whenever it was chilly out.

The only time he wasn’t quite as sweet was when you had to wake him up….

“You had better have a damn good reason for waking me up this early.”

Jimmy’s words were muffled, on account of the fact that his face was half-buried in the pillow as you gently shook his shoulder from your seat next to him on the bed.

“I do,” you responded, your tone deathly serious.

He perked up a bit when he heard that.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting up on his elbows with his brows furrowing together slightly out of concern.

“There’s a spider in the bathroom.”

Jimmy groaned, flopping back onto the bed and rubbing his face with his hands, as if trying to rub away his grogginess.

“Just step on it, baby.”

“It’s damn near the size of my shoe, and I don’t like those odds. Plus, I think it’s a jumping spider.”

“So?”

“So it might fight back, Jimmy!”

He couldn’t help but grin at how genuinely mortified you clearly were, although he hoped the fact that he still had his hands on his face would hide that. And he knew that the thing was probably half the size you claimed it was – but he also knew that he didn’t stand a chance of getting any more sleep unless he just went ahead and killed it.

With a groan, Jimmy threw the covers off and heaved himself out of bed, stretching a bit before grabbing one of his boots, sleepily kissing the top of your head, then heading to the bathroom.

“Holy fuck, it is huge. But I don’t think it’s —”

His words were cut off by a deep-voiced scream, then an incredible racket. If you had to guess, it sounded like he not only fell down, but also threw the boot, and knocked down the shower curtain rod as he went.

A few moments later, Jimmy emerged from the bathroom, his expression a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

“Well?” you asked, half-assed attempting to cover your wide smile with your hand.

“It was a jumping spider,” he muttered, eyes downcast as he made his way back to the bed.

A giggle escaped your lips then, and Jimmy climbed back into bed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you with him. You snuggled into his side, then kissed his jaw.

“You’re a darling,” you declared, as a ‘thank you’ to him. Jimmy rolled his eyes, but you didn’t miss the subtle upturn of his lips.

“Yeah, yeah….”

@whoabrekker

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[greenduvet]

Dating pre death Tate would include part 2

A/N: Hi!!! I decided to add on to my first post! I hope you all enjoy and feel free to leave feedback and leave requests! enjoy <333

Tw: There is some mention of Tates unhealthy household but nothing in detail.

Word count: 510! 

- You knew Tate didn’t have the best home life and that he didn’t enjoy talking about it.                                                                                                                  

- The only person he really felt comfortable telling you about was Addie. You would love the way he’d beam while talking about her.                                         

- Tate you’re such a good brother, honestly.                                                           

- Eh well sometimes you have to be.                                                                       

- He’d shrug and brush off your compliment but deep down it meant so much to him that you thought that.

- Holding hands was another one of Tate’s favorite things to do with you, besides the long list of other things.                                                                       

- You’d love to play with his ring and he’d love to rub circles on your hand.               

- He felt your hands just fit together perfectly.                                                        

- How do you get your hands so soft Y/N???                                                              

- You’d giggle at his comments while rolling your eyes.

- Tate would feel he had to keep things bottled up for your sake sometimes.        

- The last thing he wanted was to scare you off with his thoughts and issues.      

- You of course wouldn’t be and sometimes you’d have to be extra reassuring and let him know it was okay to talk.                                                                     

- Tate I love you and I’m here for you. You can talk to me I promise.                       

- That would honestly make him feel way better.                                                   

- Knowing that he wasn’t a burden to you and that you did love him made his heart swell.                                                                                                             

- I love and appreciate you more than you know Y/N.

- Every Halloween it was mandatory you both got all the snacks you could and would binge all the scary movies you could find.                                                  

- You both would snuggle up on the couch underneath a blanket. It was heaven for both of you.                                                                                                       

- If you ever got scared Tate would gladly pull you close to his chest and hide your eyes.                                                                                                                  

- He of course never got scared. He pretty much thought all scary movies were comedy.                                                                                                                  

- Or half of the time he was too busy staring at your face and playing with your hair to get scared. He was so in love with you.

- When Tate asked you/confessed out he was a complete train wreck.                                  

- He was so nervous and didn't want to ruin your guy's friendship, but he couldn't keep what he felt for you a secret any longer.                                          

- You had him over at your house after school, it was almost like any other hang out session between you two but he was oddly quiet.                                           

- Tate are you okay? You're super quiet today.                                                        

-  Y/N.. I like you. And I mean I like you a lot. You're always in my head and I care so much about you. More than a friend does. I want you to be more than my friend.                                                                                                                

- You looked at him slightly shocked. Did he really feel the same way you felt about him??                                                                                                            

- Well lucky for you Mr. Langdon, because I happen to feel the same way.           

- He lifted his eyes from the floor to you and pretty much after that you two were a thing.

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