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@ the anon who sent me the request last week: i got you, its been in my notes 😂
Anyone got any requests? Can’t promise I’ll fill all of ‘em, but it’ll get the creative juices flowing lol
Also, hope I’m not bothering you, but are you considering writing any Arin x reader smut in the future?
You’re not bothering me at all and yes, absolutely! I’ve had a bunch of ideas in my hiatus that i just need to actually write them lol
These have been in my inbox forever and I have been sitting on the following for about a year, so tadaaaaa~
A thumb trailed along Danny’s bottom lip, and he flicked his tongue out at the tip. He was so hungry for skin on skin contact, wanting nothing more than the validation that came with being touched so sensually. He was gratefully rewarded as a pair of lips pressed against his, their facial hair tickling his freshly shaven face.
“Such a good boy,” Arin’s voice spoke peacefully, “you stayed still the entire time. I think that deserves a reward.” The sound of Arin’s belt buckle popping open had Dan straightening himself out immediately, eager for the next step of his reward.
“Open.” He commanded, and Dan opened his mouth hungrily, poking his tongue out. Arin slapped the tip of his cock against Dan’s tongue a few times before gently sliding in, exhaling as Dan’s lips wrapped so perfectly around his shaft. His hands naturally gravitated towards the older man’s hair, stroking gently as he looked down at him. Dan’s eyes were closed, and his face showed that he was focused on the task at hand. Arin loved it.
“Mmm…” Arin bit his lip, and Dan’s speed picked up, encouraged by Arin’s noises. Arin followed along, slowly beginning to thrust into Dan’s mouth. Dan, not unfamiliar with the action, kept at it and allowed his hands to roam on Arin’s thighs and hips. Every so often, he would pull off and teasingly slide his tongue along the length. Arin reacted so positively to the action that Dan couldn’t resist doing it sometimes.
“Don’t stop,” Arin whispered. His slow thrusts continued, and he felt the all too familiar feeling of release creeping up on him, and he was ready to welcome it with open arms. Arin’s body shivered as Dan placed his hand on Arin’s shaft, his strokes matching up to his mouth movements.
Arin’s breathing became shallow, letting out low gasps as he drew closer to his release. He looked down to Dan, who took this moment to glance back. His eyes were glazed over, devoid of any emotion that didn’t align with lust, and Arin yanked on his hair as he came. His eyes rolled back as he fucked Dan’s mouth, moaning helplessly as Dan eagerly swallowed every drop.
If you guys aren’t aware already, I’m SUPER into BNHA and would absolutely love to be bombarded with your thoughts on it/headcanoms/anything just TALK TO ME!!!!
Hey, I just wanna thank you for doing what ya do. I have a big crush on Arin, and It’s a bit hard to find Arin fics. So, thank you :)
!!!!! Aw man, thank YOU! I had considered abandoning this blog bc i had lost my writing spark but this makes me want to write so much more 😅 (also my arin crush is the entire reason this blog exists in the first place)
*slams my head into ur box* hewwo
H-HEWWO???
Y'all are a bunch of cowards for always drawing/writing Dan as the Top/more dominant one and being Bigger than Arin in Egobang tbh! He’s got such strong Twinkish Bratty Bottom energy it’s crazy and y'all are SLEEPING on it
Edit: Also have you SEEN how strong Arin is that’s like perfect Manhandling “I Can Throw You On The Bed With Little To No Effort” material right there how can you let that go to waste
y’all can’t tell me that arin isn’t down to piledrive dan into the mattress every now and then just because dan apparently has a “dom” personality. that man is a brat and we all know it, EMBRACE IT
Me: *asks my followers to send me writing prompts*
My Followers: *send writing prompts to my inbox*
My Followers: when are you going to update the thing?
Me: I am definitely going to update the thing very soon :)
Hanson is a fuckin B A B E
hell fuckin’ yeah he is
I wish there was more A//rin x reader tbh
there isnt? ah that sucks.
👀 i do arin/reader fics, like im begging for more arin prompts at this point lol
This isn’t fic related but hey.
I have a redbubble.
I do amateur photography and sell them as prints and such.
There’s only like 3 things up, but I’m hoping to add more stuff soon, including some graphic design things.
Thanks.
in actuality, im actually not taking requests right now because my inbox is piled high and i wanna get to those before i take on anymore
heres my Fresh Art Challenge for Everyone: please draw your self-insert’s MANY fictional lives that youve always wanted to draw deep down but were too ashamed to before (tag me or st if you actually do this tho omg)
Prompt: extremely shy gender neutral reader gets hit on by Arin and is not sure how to respond
I super liked this idea so let’s see what I can do with it
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Clubs weren’t your scene, always filled with obnoxious sounds and worse people. You were here with your friends, though, promising to be their designated driver and declining every drink that came your way from women and men alike. Your post was the table, keeping watch on their things and on your friends at once. You were proud of the job you were doing, even patted yourself on the back when no one was looking.
“You want a drink?” A voice said from in front of you. You popped your head up and before you stood a man, hair resting on his shoulders and a light smattering of facial hair hiding a smile behind it. You shake your head and he laughs, “I mean, like water? I noticed you came in with your friends and haven’t seen you on the floor since then.”
“Yeah, I’m keeping watch,” You said, “I don’t want any water you have to offer though. That seems more dangerous than taking a regular drink at this place.”
“That’s understandable. I don’t get a yes very often when I go around and offer designated drivers water.”
“How do you know I’m a designated driver?”
“Because out of your friends, you’re the only one who hasn’t approached the bar.”
“Have you been following me?” You said, staring at him with a wicked look.
“God, no,” He said, raising his hands, “Nothing against you, I just don’t follow people the way they assume I do. I just keep an eye on people who come in and try and make things easier to manage for those who have to deal with them when they leave.”
“Like some fairy godfather of the bar?”
“Exactly.” You laughed, as did he. It was a delightful sound, deep and musical in a way. You liked it, and you felt that he could tell that you did.
“I’m Arin, by the way.” He said. You gave him your name, and he nodded along to it.
“You wanna sit down? I’m sure you’ve going around all night and could probably use a friend yourself.”
“You know, I’ve been doing this for months now and not one person has invited me to sit down.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, except for the one person who invited me to sit on his dick and die.” Arin shrugged, “I gave him an A for effort, but he was drunk when he said it, so a D+ in delivery.” You laughed.
“A D+? Why not a minus?”
“I’m too kind for my own good sometimes.”
“I can tell.”
For a majority of the night, you and Arin were sat at the table, talking about any and everything. He was so comforting to talk to, almost like an old friend. You’d learned that he made youtube videos with his friends (“We’re called Game Grumps. I know, best name ever.”), and that he even started a video game band with his co-host and their other bandmate (“Holy shit, a Zelda rap? That sounds dope!” “And it was! You should listen to it some time.”). He was open and honest, and you liked that. Before long, though, your friends began piling back to the table, complaining about wanting to leave, about needing to find a new spot. You were their driver, so of course you had to oblige somewhat.
“Well, this is my cue to go.” You said. Arin frowned and as you stood up, he placed his hand on top of yours. Almost immediately, your body froze and you were stuck, staring down at him.
“It was really great talking to you,” He said, “We should do it again sometime.” This was exactly what you thought this was.
“Oh god.” You said, sliding down into your seat again.
“If you don’t want to, there’s no pressure! I wouldn’t wanna pressure you or anything like that and I’m not gonna call you an ass or anything if you say no.” Arin backtracked, waving his hands in front of himself defensively.
“No, no, it’s not that,” You said, “I just...I don’t really hang out like this? I don’t even like bars or clubs or party scenes in general. I only came out tonight because I was tired of my friends calling me to come pick them up from here at 2 in the morning.”
“That’s understandable,” Arin said with a frown, “Look, we don’t have to do any of that stuff. If you want, I can give you the address to our office space. It’s literally super chill, we’ve got a shit ton of video games, and the people are really nice. We’re not party people, we literally just...exist together in that one space.”
“That does sound nice,” You said, “But I don’t know if first dates should take place in an office place.” Arin’s face lit up at your words.
“How about we start at a Starbucks and follow it up with the office?” You smiled and pulled your phone out, placing it in his hand.
“Gimme a call, we start with Starbucks and go from there?”
“I’m down with that.” He smiled as he quickly tapped his number in.
Mafia/Mob AU
“Please, just give me more time!” The man tied to the chair begged, obviously struggling. Barry and Brian stood on either side of him, staring off into the dimly lit warehouse as footsteps inched closer. Arin emerged from the shadows, a handgun in his grasp as he held the man’s gaze.
“You had 6 months,” Arin spoke plainly. The man began to cry, shaking his chair and bouncing around. Barry and Brian grab the man’s arms, squeezing them as they still his movements.
“Things came up, family got in the way, just PLEASE!” The man cried. Arin clicked his tongue disapprovingly, kneeling down in front of the man until they were face to face.
“My guys had eyes on you. We know what you’ve been doing,” Arin whispered, bringing the handgun up to the man’s cheek and lightly pressing it against his cheek. Arin could damn near taste the fear radiating off this man.
“I wasn’t doing nothing,” the man blubbered, and Arin shook his head as he pressed the gun to the man’s temple.
“Very few things I hate in this world,” Arin muttered, “First thing being poorly made video games,” the man raised an eyebrow at the statement, “The other?” Arin stood up and turned his back to the man.
“People who waste my fucking time.” Without hesitation, he turned and pressed the gun to the man’s forehead, pulling the trigger. The man let out a scream.
Several seconds passed until the man noticed that he was, indeed, still alive.
“Y-you’re n-not gonna kill me?” the man stuttered, tears tracing down his cheeks. Arin chuckled low and deep.
“Unfortunately I’m not. At least not today,” Arin placed his hand atop the man’s head, “Instead of killing you, I’m gonna let you work off this little debt of yours.
“Huh?” Barry and Brian untied the man, but kept a tight grip on him to assure that he wouldn’t run.
“My guys’ll give you an address to go to. Meet me there tomorrow at 9 AM, if you wanna continue living that pretty little life of yours.” The man nodded slowly, and Arin did the same. He smirked and patted the man’s cheek.
“Mmm,” he hummed, “it’s going to be fun working with you Mr. Avidan.”
nobody owes you now (when you’re dying in LA)
i…i don’t have much of an excuse for this. good luck. this is more of an extended version of this short fic i wrote forever ago.
Six months.
That’s all Arin had been given to live.
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