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@goldcrafted || the brats 

     “what?” his words come out harsher then he’d meant but he’s not in the mood. she’s leaving him and he’s not entirely sure how to rectify that action. his breath leaves him in a huff before he finally looks up at her. “aren’t ya leavin’ soon? why’re ya still hangin’ ‘round ‘ere?”

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Ѡ from one brat to another

are those your… || Accepting

contact —— { Brat }— [sent] You insufferable BRAT— [sent] You realize Tama was sitting right next ta me?— [sent] You better be at mine when I’m done here.— [sent] Don’t think you’re gettin’ away with that.

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"It's Tradition" for the brats

Kiss Me. It’s New Years || Accepting

he hates new years parties. they’re impossibly boring, a giant waste of his precious time. if tama hadn’t convinced him to go, he’d be back in his room doing nothing but watching tv. his lip curled back from his teeth as the time counted down, all the couples pairing up in stupid groups, ready to kiss as it struck midnight. he was surprised as bex crossed the room to stand in front of him, his head tilting to the side in curiosity.

he opened his mouth to speak as the whole room shouted happy new year, but his words were lost as bex pressed her lips to his. his mind went blank, eyes slamming shut as he pulled her against him. his hand moved to rest on the back of her neck, fingers threading through red locks, his teeth biting gently on her lower lip. he’d wanted this – oh GOD he’d wanted this for so long. leave it to bex to force him to do something about it.

as he pulled away from her, his forehead resting against hers, a rare smile found its way to his face. his tongue darted across his lips before he laughed softly shaking his head. “happy new year ya pain in my arse,” he murmured before kissing her again.

@takesarms || lil brat kids

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[drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon // Noam @ Finn

*kim possible communicator noise* || accepting

« text sent »

↳ CONTACT ID: supernova

⌲ mate. ⌲ jus’ how drunk are ya?⌲ wait ya went ta a disney sing off party without me?⌲ ‘m hurt. thought we were friends.

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              papers had been signed, her apartment had been leased and all she had left to do was say goodbye. it was turning out to be harder than it was supposed to be. upon her arrival in japan, most had seen her as a thorn on their side. someone that was simply there because she had nowhere else to go. that had changed, and somehow she’d made friends. people she didn’t want to leave behind.                          her hand brushed softly against tama’s cheek as she said her final goodbye, hazel eyes trained on devitt as he walked their way and tama took his leave. lips pressed against hers, a desperate kiss. a goodbye. fingers wrapped around the collar of the stupid jacket he liked to wear. trying to pull him closer to her, lips just as rough against his. he’s asking the impossible of her and had he asked before she might have said yes. something of a whimper on her lips as he pulled away from her. ‘  i’ve never wanted anythin’ more.  ’ that’s a lie. she wants him. ‘  i hafta do t’is.  ’

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✌ reverse // finn & jimmy

Touch Me Like You Do ( NSFW ) || Accepting

        It annoys Finn to no end just how much he wants this, how much Jimmy’s teeth leaving bite marks down the length of his torso is turning him on. It PISSED him off. His back arches, head tilting back as his fingers reached forward to thread in in the other man’s hair giving it a too rough tug. The match had been intense, but not in a way that either of them had expected, at least as far as Finn was concerned. They’d come backstage, hadn’t even made it to the locker room before Jimmy had pressed his lips to Finn’s too rough, teeth knocking together and biting too hard at each other’s lips.

     Jimmy’s hand rested on Finn’s hips as he fought with the Irishman’s pants, tearing them off his hips a bit rougher than was necessary. A low snarl ripped from Finn’s throat and he smacked Jimmy’s face hard enough to leave a mark on pale skin. “Ya fuckin’ tear ‘em yer buyin’ me new ones twat,” he spat, breath coming in sharp gasps. Jimmy’s thumb rubbed circles on Finn’s hips, the Irishman’s hips bucking in response. He gives a rough yank on Jimmy’s hear, eliciting a rough laugh from the other man. Finn just wants him to get on with it, to get it  DONE already.

     Jimmy knows just how to torture him, knows just how slow to stroke him, to bring out the BEST kind of torture in the Irishman. Finn hated the fact that his pleasure, his ability to release was at the other man’s mercy. The demon didn’t enjoy giving up control in any way, especially like this and Jimmy knew it. His hand moving in slow —PAINFULLY slow strokes, Finn’s hips bucking in a futile attempt to increase the speed, to increase any sort of contact he can. It backfires. It always fucking backfires. Every time Finn moves, Jimmy’s hand stops moving altogether. He gives Jimmy’s hair a rough tug, not caring if he pulled a few jet black strands loose.

             Another laugh leaves Jimmy and it only serves to make Finn angrier, until Jimmy leans forward, tongue swirling around his head as his hand rapidly picks up pace. Finn can feel himself coming undone, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull. His hips bucked wildly, breath coming in sharp gasps as he felt himself climax, reaching that sweet release as Jimmy kept stroking him. He glared at the other man, pulling him to his feet by the hair and moved to press him chest first against the wall. 

           “Turn ‘round ya twat. ‘M not fuckin’ done wit ya yet.”

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[ 📲 • sms ] —— you only text me when i text you first. Heel!becky at Devitt

*kim possible communicator noise* | accepting

[ text; hellion ] aye, ‘s cuz i don’t wanna talk to ya more t’en i ‘ave ta.[ text; hellion | unsent | ] t’at ‘n i never know what ta say to ya.[ text; hellion ] take a bloody hint bex.

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