#bald n sexy

[mina-saiyat]

Fashion Show (Dahyun)

A/N: Dahyun's fashion show smut! BBC, Gangbang, piss involved lol. Please enjoy

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In a hotel in New York, a horny scene was taking place on the bed. The fair-skinned Dahyun was sandwiched between two tall black men like a sandwich. Dahyun was lying on her back with small and sexy lips. There was a white trace of semen hanging from the corner of her mouth. As her little mouth opened and closed, Dahyun let out a seductive moan. Her long hair was draped loosely and messily on both sides of her shoulders, several strands of sticky semen dripping down from her hair.

The gold mini dress on Dahyun's body was pulled down to her waist, revealing a pair of tall, white breasts underneath, with a shallow cleavage squeezed out in the middle, which swayed as a black man thrust, As full of flesh as two spring-loaded grapefruits, the two small nipples were covered with mucus, as dazzling as two crystal rubies.

Dahyun herself held her two plump and tender thighs and spread them widely apart on both sides, assuming a lewd posture, and her glistening lower body was currently having two large-sized cocks going in and out, fucked out of the ground.

The black man on Dahyun's body is bald, with eye patches on his eyes, and his appearance cannot be seen. He spreads his legs and squats, holding Dahyun's ankles with two thick hands to support his body. Underneath his eight-pack abs, the eggplant-like big cock was thrusting up and down Dahyun's slimy pussy like a pile driver. The two egg-sized balls hit Dahyun's tender flesh with the thrust, making a "snap" sound.

The black man under Dahyun has curly short hair that sticks to his scalp. His big hands tightly wrap around Dahyun's slender waist, fixing Dahyun's body to prevent her from rocking back and forth. His thick black hard cock is struggling Fuck Dahyun’s little asshole.

The two cocks in Dahyun's lower body were turned on at full power and he was fucking her in and out. Judging from the thickness and length of the cocks, even the tall European and American bitches couldn't bear it, even this petite one? A thin Asian female idol, compared to the tall black man, Dahyun, who was being fucked hard between two black men, was like a junior high school student being fucked and raped by two adults.

The room was filled with constant sounds of "slapping, banging..." and "squeaking..." thrusting sounds, as well as Dahyun's excited "Ahhh...fuckme...ah...fuckme..."

Dahyun's lower body was in a mess, and the thick black pubic hair was covered with mucus. It was unclear whether it was semen or vaginal fluid. The entire hair was wet and greasy, and her small clitoris was like a small soybean that had absorbed water. Crystal clear and translucent, two long and thick eggplant-like dicks were thrust in and out. As they were thrusting in and out, semen and nectars continued to seep out of Dahyun's pussy, and Dahyun's two labia majora were fucked to the ground. The wetness tightly wrapped the thick cock, like a small mouth tightly sucking the long black eggplant; and Dahyun's little asshole was now like a blooming chrysanthemum, with the black man's big cock The cock was thrust open and closed, and white mucus seeped out from the crack of the asshole. It seemed that Dahyun's asshole had been filled with cum just now.

The sound of "Puff, Puff, Puff..." in the room became more intense, like the sound of stepping on mud, and the sound of "snap, snap, snap..." of flesh could be heard incessantly. All that's left is the heavy breathing of several bodies. Dahyun moaned lustfully, both Korean and English, "Ahhhh… I am dying...fuckme...ahhhhhhhhh".

This fucking scene lasted for nearly ten minutes. The thick cock inserted in Dahyun's little asshole was thrust hard and hard several times. Finally, the black man yelled "fuck...fuck...", this thick cock inserted hard into Dahyun's ass, and the semen was poured into Dahyun's body one after another.

After thirty or forty seconds, the black man under Dahyun pulled out his still-hard cock from Dahyun's asshole. At this time, Dahyun's little asshole was open like a small black hole, and the Large balls of semen flowed out from the black hole, accompanied by Dahyun's crying moans.

Three bodies with obvious black and white contrast twisting on a big bed, and the sheets on this big bed are already mottled and messy. The black man who just ejaculated moved away from Dahyun, and the one who was still fucking Dahyun was holding Dahyun's pussy, moved Dahyun's legs above her head, which raised Dahyun's ass high. It looked like if he pressed it down further, she would be able to fold Dahyun in half.

Dahyun's flexibility is really good, and now the big, sinewy cock like a black donkey's cock is still violently fucking Dahyun's pussy up and down, and Dahyun's pair of tender white breasts are like little leather balls, bouncing up and down, constantly slapping Dahyun's face. Dahyun's slender and well-proportioned arms rested softly on both sides of her head as if surrendering.

“Ahh! Ahh! Ummm… Fuck me! Ah…” Dahyun's obscene screams continued to come from the bed. Now there is a layer of fragrant sweat on Dahyun's body, and there are spots of white semen on his fair body and black hair, and there are at least three black men in the room who are surrounding Dahyun while stroking their thick cocks beside.

As the thrusting continued, Dahyun's screams became more and more lewd. Every time the black man's thick and big donkey-like cock was inserted hard into the glistening pussy, Dahyun let out a sharp scream. "Ah..." The sound was like the big cock suddenly hit the switch of Dahyun's pronunciation.

Dahyun's lustful screams were rising and falling in response to the frequency of the black man's cock being thrust in and out. A stream of semen seeped out from the cracks of the pussy that was being fucked so hard, and flowed all the way down Dahyun's flat abdomen. It flowed onto the bouncing breasts. As the pair of elastic little balls swung up and down, the semen was scattered around, and a few drops even landed on Dahyun's face.

In this way, Dahyun was surrounded by several black men and gangbanged. Dahyun 's tender body was even more white and shiny in the contrast with the black men. She was folded in half like a shrimp. A tall black man covered in greasy sweat was erecting a penis that looked like a black donkey’s cock was thrusting into Dahyun's wet pussy.

As the thrusting continued, Dahyun's crying moans became more and more intense, "Ah...ahhh...ah...coming...coming...ahhh..."

In the end, Dahyun's whole body tense up, her mouth wide open as she screamed silently, and her body began to shake violently. What was even more unexpected was that as Dahyun's intense climax came, she actually spurted out from her lower body. A stream of urine, and this crystal clear urine sprayed onto Dahyun's face and breasts. Accompanied by the sound of "squirting..." was the sound of "gu dong gu dong..." and the sound of Dahyun swallowing her own piss. The black men let out a laugh.

"Fuck, this Dahyun from Twice is so slutty."

"If this kind of slut comes to my hometown, she will be taken to the village square and fucked to death by all the men in the village."

"Hey, this slut is so durable, she can still squirt after being fucked for so long."

"Edward, where did you find this slutty idol?" a black man asked Edward who was standing aside.

"Hehe, I won't tell you this, but she has been fucked by our people these days. You also know how strong our young man is. This Dahyun is not only physically sensitive but also very resistant to fuck. I'm really sorry for not selling her out. Why? So, if anyone comes to play next time, the price will still be the same, one thousand per person, discount for more people."

"Haha... of course. You also know that people with big cocks like us are usually not willing to find prostitutes to play with. With this slutty K-pop female idol who is willing to be fucked, of course many people will come."

"Thank you very much, haha." At this time, Dahyun had finished peeing, and only a small amount of urine was left. As the dick was inserted again, it gushes out of the urethra. It flows down the belly to a pair of plump breasts bouncing up and down. Dahyun's body and face were covered with glistening traces of urine, sliding down his skin drop by drop.

"Does it taste good? Little slut, Dahyun." Edward asked with a smile.

"Ahhh... so... delicious... ahhh... fuck Dahyun to death... ah... ahhhh... again... ahhh... fuck Dahyun..." Dahyun gasped and moaned, speaking dirty words in a slutty tone, her two small hands as slender as green onion grabbed her big breasts and rubbed them.

"Fuck, your bitch Dahyun, ah...fuck...ah..." The black man who was working hard on Dahyun's pussy gasped and made the final thrust. With the thrust of the thick cock covered with black veins, Dahyun's moans became more lustful.

"Ahhhhh... big cock... I want to...ahhh... fuck me to death...ahhhh... ah Dahyun...ahhh..."

"Puff, puff, puff..." Dahyun is only responded by harder thrusting.

Finally, as the black man gasped heavily, "Heh...heh...", the ugly and thick cock was inserted deep into Dahyun's vagina, and a large amount of semen was injected into Dahyun 's vagina wave by wave.

"Ah... um..." Dahyun let out a long moan, pinching her bright little nipples with her tender white fingers.

The black man pulled out his wet and semi-hard penis. Dahyun's little hole was wet, like a swamp after a storm. The hole was slightly open, and white semen slowly flowed out. Before Dahyun could take a breath, another black man inserted his large cock into Dahyun’s pussy, which was still leaking semen, made a sound of “Puff, puff, puff…”

Dahyun's voice became even stickier, as if she had been inserted into a ball of paste. During the thrusting, semen was continuously squeezed out from the joint between the two, and flowed drop by drop onto Dahyun's pink little asshole, and then it flowed down the groin and onto the already wet sheets.

Another strong black man pressing his big cock against the fair-skinned Dahyun and fucking her continuously. After thrusting for a while, the black man suddenly picked up Dahyun and then turned Dahyun over to a kneeling position, the black man clamped Dahyun's two fair and plump thighs on both sides of his waist, pushed Dahyun to the bed while thrusting, and then asked Dahyun to get off the bed with his hands on her hands.

"Ahhhhh…Urghh… Ahhh… mmmmm… Ahhh…" Dahyun whined and moaned as she was being fucked, while the black man thrust hard with his big cock, pushing Dahyun towards Walking towards the door, during the thrusting and moving process, semen and semen kept pouring out of Dahyun's pussy, dripping down to the floor like broken beads. She even saw several black men around her, stroking their large cock.

Then the door was opened, and the black man pushed Dahyun into the brightly lit living room. The sound of the weather forecast could be heard in the room. In the living room of a presidential suite, where people reunited warmly after having a meal. Dahyun, who was covered in mucus, with her long black hair spread on her smooth and shiny skin, her tits was shaking like a bitch , while being pushed up by an ugly black man who was tall, strong and full of power. A cock as thick as a wine bottle was thrusting and pushing towards the sofa step by step. The banging sound of "pah pah pah..." did not stop for a second. Dahyun's moaning like crying aroused the Endless desire of men.

The black man was fucking Dahyun in front of the sofa like a doggy. Dahyun's pair of boobs, which were as elastic as water-filled balloons, were dangling in the air, with rippling breasts, and he was fucking her fiercely. It went on until Dahyun's hands could no longer support her and her body went limp. She was only supported by her two breasts. The black man picked her up and sat on the sofa.

At this time, Dahyun was sitting with her back to the black man on the large cock that was constantly going in and out of her pussy. The black man grabbed Dahyun's slim waist with both hands and lifted Dahyun up until the entire wet and shiny cock was exposed, and then held it with one hand. He aimed his dick at Dahyun’s little asshole and inserted it all at once without any resistance.

"Ah..." Dahyun let out a low and suppressed moan. Then another black man came over with a thick cock. The egg-sized glans was still dripping with mucus. The black man lifted Dahyun’s legs and pressed the large cock against Dahyun’s vagina. Slowly push the whole egg-sized glans into Dahyun's cunt, which is flowing with semen and semen. Two petal-like labia opening like flowers, and the clitoris on the flower is the size of a soybean, appears more crystal clear.

Then, the black man inserted his entire cock into Dahyun’s vagina at once, and Dahyun let out a moan of pleasure.

As the fucking continued, more black men joined in. One of the black men sat on Dahyun's waist and used Dahyun's breasts to hold his own thick black cock and thrust it. The other two black men took turns to fuck their cocks, inserting it into Dahyun's mouth, the black man's cock was too big for Dahyun's small mouth. Only a third of the whole big cock could be inserted before it could no longer be inserted, but Dahyun was still swallowing and sucking desperately. As if eating a delicious lollipop, Dahyun's two thin white hands were not idle either, each holding a big cock and stroking it up and down.

Dahyun, just like a human semen sucking machine, constantly being fucked by the huge black cocks. Every time someone ejaculated in Dahyun's pussy, there would be another one as hard and thick as a wine bottle goes in again.

"Oh... uh... uh... uh... uh... uh..." Dahyun's lustful moans were suppressed in his throat. The sound of "slapping, banging, banging..." and the sound of "puff, puff, puff..." never stopped for a moment. Various insults from black people like "fuck... shit... dirty girl..." were heard from time to time.

During this period, a black man even ejaculated his fishy urine into Dahyun's mouth, and Dahyun swallowed it greedily. Every time she was fucked to climax, more urine spurted out from Dahyun's lower body, and then the black guys just thrust harder.

As the thrusting continued, the entire sofa became wet. The black men lifted Dahyun to the ground and continued to rape her. Until it was almost time to leave for the fashion show, Dahyun was still moaning and crying as she was being fucked by the thick cock.

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[ventismacchiato]

🎮 behind the lens!

a social media streamer au | scaramouche x gender neutral reader

synopsis - you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

genre - enemies/rivals to lovers, streamer and youtuber au, college setting, crack, slight angst

status completed ✔️

warnings time stamps don’t matter, characters including y/n are portrayed as young adults, mentions of alcohol, nsfw

sideships xiao x aether, kazuha x heizou

↳ playlist

STREAM IS STARTING...

featuring…

↳ stardust and friends | balladeer and friends

ACT ONE: raiding your heart!

01. kicking my feet and giggling

02. beat my ass

03. get out of my notifications

04. id donate for nudes

05. pls be ugly

06. now wait a damn minute

07. throwing up and crying

08. do you get deja vu

09. would you love me if i was bald

10. passenger princess

11. would you bark for me

12. breaking my silence

13. caught in 4k

ACT TWO: you're live!

14. he’s cheating on us?!

15. damage control

16. chat going crazy

17. breaking character

18. #JUNGKOOK

19. drowned cat core

bonus — heizou’s theory

20. twitch con

21. city of love

22. he who must not be named

23. and there’s only one bed

24. how to get akumatized 101

25. a glimpse of us

26. the ship has sunk

27. best of both worlds

28. something in the water

ACT THREE: cut the camera!

29. gatekeeping the sexy

30. show yourself

31. hold on i’m processing

32. sad quotes bot

33. please leave a message after the tone

34. were you silent or silenced

35. they don’t know about us

36. plot twist we’re dating

37. co-op irl! that’s called hanging out

38. stop asking for esex

39. out of character

40. paper rings

bonus — fuck me like i’m famous 🔞

41. truth or drink

42. epilogue; curtain call

ACT FOUR: fuck capitalism!

43. extra headcanons

44. stardust merch

45. balladeer merch

46. scarastar collab merch

STREAM HAS ENDED...

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[f10werfae]

Kissies and Waxed

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Wife!Reader

summary: Y/n gets all shy and adorable with her grumpy husband on their wedding night, letting him enjoy his waxed present(Dom Henry) (requested by anon)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

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“Come on sugar, no need to be shy, m’your husband now. Seen your pretty pussy a handful a’times” Henry grumbled tugging on the laced back of his wife’s wedding gown, his lips dragging themselves down her neck and exposed shoulders. His larger hands coming round to subtly cup her breasts, giving them a light squeeze and jiggle.

“D-do I havta get butt naked?” She cutely whispered out, wrapping her arms around her smaller stature, her french tip nails highlighting their elegance. Having dated for a few months then eloping, Henry had definitively manoeuvred his way into her sweet tight pussy repeatedly; but for some reason tonight she was feeling shyer than normal.

“I mean i’d love to see ya, but it’s up to you” Henry chuckled, already pulling down the top of her dress, even with his words. “But you can trust me honey, don’t you trust me? love me?” Henry frowned furrowing his brows, making eye contact with her wide eyes through the mirror, the poor woman not noticing his manipulative tone.

“W-what! Of course I do! I promise I do Hen! Please forgive me” Y/n whimpered turning around in his arms, instantly feeling at ease when his burly arms wrapped around her short frame, his head resting atop hers. “I know you do sweet pea, I know” He whispered kissing the top of her head, he thought she was absolutely adorable and sexy at the same time, God he loves her so much; even if he shows it a different way than most..

“Can I take this off you sweets?”

Nodding into his chest, his fingers skilfully removed all the lace, his fingers tracing down her bare back and noticing that she was wearing nothing under the heavy gown. “No underwear? How naughty of you baby” Henry smirked softly smacking her ass softly, rubbing it with his palm afterwards.

“S’too warm n’ was too sensitive” Y/n whimpered rubbing her thighs together desperately, her face tucked away from him. “Sensitive? Why?” Henry asked confused, he hasn’t seen her since two days before the wedding for tradition, unless she had played with herself like she wasn’t supposed to.

“S-Stephanie brought me to get my private parts w-waxed” She whispered not knowing how he’d react, looking at the gown which had now pooled around her freshly painted toes, hearing nothing but his breaths starting to deepen. “So my pussy, is bald?”

Letting out a giggle at his stupid words Y/n stepped back a bit, doubling over in a giggle fit as he simply chuckled and smiled back. “What? Im serious, let me see my bald pussy” He smirked stepping forward, his eyes travelling down to see the bush that was usually on her mound, was now fully gone; instead showing off her soft smooth looking skin.

“Jesus baby, did ya do it for me?” His finger came under her chin so their eyes could meet, his lips coming closer to press a small kiss to her chin. Her hands holding on tightly to the waistband of his briefs, her lip held tightly beneath her teeth. “Yeah, wanted to be pretty for you!” She said naively smiling up at him, showing off all her beautiful pearly whites as she batted her lashes at him.

“So sweet, but you’re already so sweet n gorgeous sugar, s’just an extra present for me huh” He nuzzled his cheek against hers as he slowly walked her backwards towards their now shared marital bed, filled with new cotton sheets and velvet blankets to keep them warm during this harsh winter.

“R-really ya think so?” She whispered as he crawled on top of her, gasping as he left kisses all over her neck and chest, his lips tugging and licking at her pebbled nipples. “Oh baby trust me, I know so” He growled moving downwards to come face to face with her wet centre.

An excited smile coming onto his face as he nuzzled his face into her smooth pussy, lightly kissing its lips almost as if it was her mouth.

“s’smooth honey, still miss my woman’s bush though” He smirked keeping each hand on her breasts, his nose nudging against her engorged clit teasingly, breathing in her vanilla scent. “ill keep that in mind for next time b-bear” She whispered nodding her head seriously, Henry loved how his wife would do absolutely anything just to keep him happy, and he’d make sure she was looked after.

“Course you will sugar” Henry said more to himself, dipping his tongue in between her sticky folds, humming as he tasted her sweet self on his tongue. Not even giving her a second to adjust before his mouth is ravaging her centre like crazy, causing her upper body to sit up, her thighs clamping onto his head to keep his mouth on her. “T-too quick, oh-oh my” She whimpered out meeting Henry’s icy blue eyes, noticing the darkened lusty look in them, telling her he was nowhere near done tonight. He spat right onto her mound, making it shiny and slippery with his tongue before delving back into her hole again

Feeling her hole clench around his thick tongue, he pulled it out, giving her pussy one last tongue kiss before crawling over her; a smirk on his face as he watched her whimper and whine out. “Gotta love on my favourite pair of lips” He whispered against her lips, kissing it softly, the wetness on his lips transferring onto hers and letting her taste herself.

His tip was already prodding at her wet hole, his body knowing hers like the back of his hand. Remembering all the times he had taken her in the back of his truck, during a picnic, at the drive-in cinema and of course right on their front porch.

“A-ah” Y/n moaned out feeling Henry slowly start to inch into her extra sensitive pussy, his rough pubes scratching onto her newly waxed skin. “So sexy baby, my sweet wifey” He moaned bottoming out inside her, his heavy sac smacking against her rear softly. Wrapping her hands around each bicep Y/n felt hot tears build up in her eyes, Henry’s nestle of curls had rubbed against her clit, his balls had slapped her pussy and his fingers were toying with her nubs.

“F-feel you everywhere, I love it” She gasped out hanging her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her mouth sat agape. The tip of her tongue found itself being sucked by Henry, his mouth needing to taste her even more, he was addicted to her. That’s why he needed her, just as much as she needed him.

“Now that you’re my wife, gonna make sure you’re full of me every single day sugar, ya like that? Have ya walkin’ around our cabin drippin like a broken faucet” He growled letting go of her tongue, his mouth directly whispering the filthy things into her ear, in turn her moans were echoing in his. Her nails scraping against his back while his hips smacked into hers, her pussy being slapped continuously simultaneously.

“Fuck your pussy is going to make me cum sugar, your sweet honey pussy is going to make your husband cum” He said almost whimpering, his thrusts growing erratic and rough as he clawed at the sheets by her head, her own voice sore and hoarse as she squirted all over his messy cock.

“S-squirted?-“ Y/n looked down shocked, an embarrassed look on her face,

“Maybe this bald thing is the way to go then huh?” Henry teased before thrusting one more time, his hips still slightly grinding against her poor clit as his cum spurted in waves inside her cavern. Both of them breathing out tiredly, Y/n peppering Henry’s face with kisses, muttering out small words of ‘i love you’ ‘you deserve some kissies’ ‘my husband’

“Aw baby lemme give you a kissy since you love ‘em so much” He smiled rubbing his lips against hers, his fingers cupping her jaw enough for her mouth to pucker open, his tongue licking into it lewdly before spitting into it. A smiley look on Y/n’s face as she hugged him to her chest, giggling and squeezing him tightly, a sense of love overfilling her. Only letting go once she realised that Henry had actually fallen asleep, her big hibernating bear

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[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 18)

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notes: this is short but i needed it out and i’ve been much too busy to write lately and i’m running on very little sleep and can barely keep my eyes open

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 we’re not back

we are SO not back.

but you know who IS back?! MY SEXY ASS, 22 POINT HAVING, COMEBACK GOAL SCORING, SNACK STEALING BOYFRIEND!!

despite the unfortunate 5-3 loss against the dish rags, we did get a few good goals tonight, starting with one from everyone’s favorite previously injured man, JACK ROWDEN HUGHES!!!

babygirl also assisted on Uncle Haula-hoop’s goal (the third and final Devils goal)! and in between those goals, Pally pocket got a goal!!

however, towards the end of first, we were down by one, and despite my strongly worded advisory, coach bark pulled my main man Vitek and let the rags score an empty netter….

anyways! bestie number 1 was wrongfully accused and jailed in the second— his crime? his flow was too nice. not very jail worthy, but the bald bitch from the other team had it out for him.

goodnight and please enjoy the last couple photos i took of my sassy boy toy during his post-game interview where he couldn’t keep his eyes off me— can’t say i blame him 🤭

tagged jackhughes, pally_18, ehaula, and dawson1417

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user93 the red m&m in the 3rd pic is sending me 😭

y/ndevils00 give him some respect! he assisted on that goal!

jackhughes i didn’t realize you were saving the cheez-its!

y/ndevils00 they were my work snack! i need food in order to keep my energy to run around the arena!

jackhughes i give you $30 before every game for you to buy snacks??

y/ndevils00 i prefer to use that money for drinky drinks

lhughes_06 that explains so much

dawson1417 he can’t have my hair!

y/ndevils00 baldy should’ve thought about his flow before he shaved his head! i’ll protect your hair!

john.marino97 and how will you do that?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 the same way i get rid of all the men in my dm’s— beat ‘em off with a stick!

jackhughes MEN IN YOUR DM’S????

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes oh don’t act so surprised! i’m a catch and everyone knows it!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes damn dude, better get a move on with ‘plan alpha-alpha’ before someone snatches up your girl

user66 i love the jack-centric posts! y/n feeds us 🙏

ehaula did you know there’s other players on the team besides your boyfriend?

y/ndevils00 did you know i don’t care about anyone else?

ehaula trust me, i can tell

y/ndevils00 then why are you asking stupid questions you already know the answer to?

ehaula i’m disowning you

y/ndevils00 you can’t do that!

ehaula pretty sure i can!

y/ndevils00 nuh-uh! tell him @/kristen.haula

kristen.haula you can’t disown our niece, Erik!

y/ndevils00 TOLD YOU! NA-NA-NA BOO BOO!

ehaula i can’t believe you’ve wormed your way into my family and won’t leave

dawson1417 yeah, that’s what happens

john.marino97 my mom calls her the daughter she never had

john.marino97 excuse me, where am i?!

y/ndevils00 idk, your couch?

john.marino97 IN THE POST! where am i IN THE POST!

y/ndevils00 oh, you got no points. do better and maybe you’ll be featured

john.marino97 i tried!

y/ndevils00 so try harder?? idk what to tell you

john.marino97 why am i friends with you

y/ndevils00 because i’m hot and funny and smart?

john.marino97 no, that’s not it

user20 poor dawson in the box 😭

_quinnhughes i’ve missed your chaotic energy! can’t wait to see you soon, Dove!!

y/ndevils00 aww! so excited to see you soon huggy! 🥹🤍

jackhughes not once have you said you can’t wait to see me?

lhughes_06 you’ll see your brothers too??

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 okay?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 i’m lost on what that has to do with me?

lhughes_06 NOTHING! it has NOTHING to do with you!

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 yeah, so it’s irrelevant

nicohischier i hate not playing, but i won’t lie, i love not being on these posts

y/ndevils00 it’s only a matter of time, captain slut!

#media management au! #media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

[winchesterdreamgirl88]

NFSW Alphabet- Sam Winchester

Warning: Smut, 18+, language

A/n: I know this one isn't super good but since I'm not as into Sam as I am Dean it's harder for me to write sexy stuff about Sam. But I promise I'll try and get better for all my Sam girlies out there:)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sam would cuddle for a few minutes and play with your hair before getting up to clean you off and bring you anything you need. You are always his first priority

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I feel like Sam would be really really proud of his hands because they are so big, he can pleasure you well

I feel like Sam would be the type to really love grabbing at his partners waist and hips and tracing the curves on their body

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

You and Sam aren't ready to settle down and have kids yet so he loves cuming on your boobs or in your mouth

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sam secretly likes that you're not as experiences as he is so he can teach you new things

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While Sam isn't as experienced as Dean he definitely knows how to pleasure you and can make you scream so much you lose your voice

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like Sam would be a missionary kind of guy because he enjoys being intimate and close to you, but when it comes to angry or jealous sex his favorite position is doggy

F = Foreplay(how much time do they take pleasing you, teasing, etc) (I haven't actually seen anyone do this and I think it's a fun one to add:)

Sam would want to be pleasured first so he could take his time on you and he would start by fingering you and making you cum and then he would get to the main event

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sam can be either goofy or serious depending on what was happening before you guys started having sex

He'd be goofy if you guys were play fighting or just being silly together before

He'd be serious if he was jealous or just wanted to make you feel loved

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sam is literally as bald as it can get

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sam definitely is the kind of guy to always be checking on you during sex and making sure that you feel good and he's not doing anything to make you uncomfortable. He loves being close to you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sam doesn't really jack off a lot he prefers anything he does to be with you but if he's out on a hunt away from you and he's really desperate he will and he'll usually call you and ask for your help:)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sam LOVES pulling your hair and letting you know he has control

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sam is very private when it comes to sex so he prefers in his room at the bunker or if you to have a motel room to yourselves

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever you are in one of his shirts and some shorts and just sitting with him doing research and drinking coffee

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sam loves receiving head he likes encouraging you to take more of him each time you give him head

He will give you head but he prefers using his fingers because they're long and can make you feel better

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sam likes more sensual and sweet moments with you where you guys can just take your time and enjoy each others company

If you guys have to be quick though he knows fast and rough will make you guys finish quicker

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sam doesn't like quickies because he would rather take his time and be able to just enjoy it with you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He will try anything that you guys agree on

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sam can usually last about 3 rounds but he makes sure you cum before him most times or together

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like Sam wouldn't be into toys cause he's not super kinky and he wants to be the one making you feel good

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I feel like Sam would tease by going really slow so it feels like he's torturing you until you had begged him long enough to fully pleasure you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I feel like Sam is very vocal but he likes to be quiet and shy about it. He's only loud enough so you can hear him and know it's only you making him feel this way

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sam likes doing food / desert play with you before sex

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I mean have you seen how tall this man is!! He is definitely as big as you imagine it would be

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sam doesn't have a super high sex drive, he would ideally have sex with you 3-4 times a week because when you guys are on hunts it's hard for him to focus on anything besides the job so he needs to wait for when you guys have down time so he can give you his full attention

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sam would fall asleep after you fell asleep, he likes watching you sleep because you're just so peaceful and beautiful it gives him more time to look at you

#dean winchester #jensen ackles #supernatural #supernatural imagine #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x you #jared padalecki #sam winchester smut #sam winchester

[taetaespeaches]

“I thought you were cold.”

jungkook x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.4K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s just a little scene in which Jungkook comes home all cold from the winter weather and finds that reader/Holly is wearing his hoodie all cozy on the couch. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

The moment Jungkook barged into your apartment, carelessly dropping his bag to the floor, he let out an exaggerated shiver. You stared at him as he shed himself of his coat, once again letting it drop to the floor. Only then did he look at you, his bambi eyes pleading with you to understand his pain.

“It’s so cold out there,” he exclaimed, his eyes only widening when you didn’t give him the response he wanted. “It started snowing.”

Glancing over your shoulder to the window, you noted the flakes dropping from the sky. “Well look at that,” you simply stated in an effort to tease the man, looking back at Jungkook. You found him on his knee as he unlaced his combat boots, peering up at you underneath his fringe with a boyish smile on his face.

“Don’t you feel bad for me?” He quizzed, an edge of flirtiness coating his tone.

“I’m sorry, am I not giving you the attention you want?” You teased, smirking at him as he kicked his second shoe off and rose to his toe sock-clad feet, a mischievous smile on his face.

“More like empathy,” he countered, eliciting a playful scoff from you.

As he stepped toward you, you snorted at his presence. He looked so good with his baggy black tee and loose black cargo pants, cool from his head to his ankles, and then… “Those socks clash with your fit,” you noted, making Jungkook pause as he looked down at his feet.

“What do you mean?” He asked in amused defense. “White goes with black.”

“It’s not the color, Jungkook, and you know that.” Raising your eyebrows at him, you barely bit back the smile that threatened to spread across your face in response to his giggle.

“One of these days you’re gonna jump on the toe sock train,” he assured you, making you roll your eyes as he moseyed closer. “They’re like gloves for your feet.”

“I thought you were cold,” you questioned, cocking your head as you carefully watched him approach the sofa.

“I am but my feet are warm,” he beamed, just before stopping right next to the couch where you remained lying across. Jungkook eyed up your frame, taking note of your leisurely outfit, lounge shorts and a hoodie. However, it wasn’t in the sexy way you liked but rather in a much more strategic manner, as though he was plotting against you.

Pulling your eyebrows together as you studied him, you realized a moment too late what he was up to as he quickly bounded atop you and trapped you under his freezing form, his arms instantly slipping beneath your top to press his icy hands to your warm tummy, the chilly material of his pants frigid against your legs. You screamed in protest, but your writhing was to no avail, the man relaxing against you with a sigh of content as he nudged his cold face against your neck.

He left kisses to your skin as you shoved at his shoulders, finally going limp beneath him as you accepted your fate with a whine in complaint. “Koo,” you mewled, his warm breath blowing against your neck in puffs in accordance with his entertained laughter. “You’re so fucking cold, you jerk!”

“I told you,” he reminded you. “Should have doted on me when you had the chance, now I’m your problem.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you found yourself giggling at his dumb antics. “You’re always my problem,” you pointed out, Jungkook lifting his face to smile at you.

He prepared to speak but stopped himself as his eyes lingered on your chest. Again, not in the sexy way but rather in the accusatory way. “Is this my hoodie?”

“No,” you instantly denied, a bald-faced lie.

Pursing his lips, his eyes met yours. “I think it is.”

“You’re delusional.”

“You’re a gaslighter,” he shot back, twirling one of the strings of the hoodie around his tattooed digit. The little crown between his knuckles caught your attention, as his ink so often did. You could gaze at the art forever, all of it an actualization of Jungkook’s passion and creativity.

“Am not,” you defended, your eyes bouncing back to meet his.

“And I wanted to wear this today, you’re the reason I froze out there,” he whined cutely, a small pout forming on his lips.

Rolling your eyes, you tugged the string out of his grasp. “You have a closet full of hoodies.”

“So it is mine!” His eyes were so round and pretty as he watched you, anticipating your next defense.

Sighing, you internally scrambled for your words. “No,” you started, Jungkook’s cocky grin just barely making an appearance on his beautiful face. “I’m just saying even if this is yours,” you started to rant, Jungkook catching your choice of words, raising his eyebrows expectantly. “Which it’s not,” you added with a smirk. “It still wouldn’t matter because you could have easily chosen a different one.”

“But I wanted this one,” he spoke, giving you that boy-like charm once more. It was unfair that he weaponized his cuteness like that.  

“It’s not yours!”

“My reality is real,” he teased, calling back to his gaslighting comment, making you giggle. The man nuzzled his head against your shoulder, his forehead resting against the side of your jaw.

“How was your day,” you whispered to him. Your fingers worked through his strands, combing his hair away from his face in a soothing repetition.  

“Good,” he muttered back, wrapping an arm around your body, allowing you to eye the colorful ink that decorated his forearm. He was so cool. So pretty. “Got some recording done,” he then added, giving you the tiniest detail from the events that filled his day. Before you could ask him more, he was directing the questioning to you.

“How was your day, baby?”

Smiling softly, you told him the same. “Good. Got home from work and haven’t moved from this spot since.”

“Good,” he giggled, lifting his face to look at you. “You know, I’ve been looking for this hoodie for two weeks, actually,” he circled back, drawing a groan in response from you.

“Oh my god, enough with the hoodie,” you told him, acting annoyed and exasperated that he would dare accuse you yet again.  

“But it’s mine,” he giggled, making you hold back your own laugh of amusement.  

“Jungkook, if you want this hoodie you’re gonna have to pry it off my body,” you ordered him, immediately realizing you misspoke. A smile overtook your features as you tried to stop him before he could respond. “Wait, wait-”

“You- wait- is-” he stuttered, making you stall your own backtracking, too amused and endeared by him. Then a beam spread across his face. “You know I’m happy to do that,” he finally got out, a flirty smirk replacing the adorable smile.

“Do not,” you lightheartedly and unseriously warned.

“Are you flirting with me, Holly?” He had lowered his tone to sound more sexy, and you hated how easy it was for him to appear that way. Damn him.

“No,” you said shortly, trying to bite back your growing grin but failing as you beamed up at him.

“Was this your plan all along?”

You couldn’t hold back the giggle he triggered with his playful comments, that is, until he winked. Rolling your eyes and shoving at his bicep to try to push him off of you all while you wore a smile, the man giggled adorably, only moving his arms to cage your head between his body and the couch cushion below you. Before either of you could say anything, he slowly lowered his face toward yours, his eyes bouncing from yours to your lips. He placed one kiss to your lips, soft and lingering, but one that didn’t last near long enough for either of you. He pulled away, teasingly, trying to trigger you into taking control or at least some kind of action.

“You know what?” You smirked at him, Jungkook letting a lazy smile spread across his mouth in response.

“What?”

“It’s very bold of you to think I need a plan to get you to remove my clothing as though you’re not so obsessed with m-”

Jungkook, giggling cutely, cut you off by pressing his lips to yours once again, meeting you in a messy kiss full of smiles and laughter. You easily fell into it, into Jungkook, smiling and laughing along with him as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. You kissed him for as long as you could, until the giggles and grins stopped, until you were breathless, and until the hoodie was finally removed from your body and discarded on the floor, far away from Jungkook’s attention.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #bts reactions #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fanfics #bts fics #bts drabbles #jungkook drabble #bts oneshot #jungkook oneshot

[sugar-omi]

baxter nsfw alphabet

tags : NSFW, ok for fem/masc/nb readers, ideas for bottom baxter, mention of poly baxter/cove/mc and cove/baxter (W = Wild card), mentions of cucking or voyeurism (W = Wild card)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ofc he's an angel who will get you whatever you want

but he runs you both a bath afterwards

changes the bedsheets but he seems like the type to lay a towel down even if you won't make a mess of the bed

so he'd prbly just throw the towel or sheets to floor for later, n if he or you have enough energy/don't wanna deal w his messy ass!!!! it makes its way to the wash

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his moles are his favorite ofc, he knows you find them so cute n sexy especially when he gets weak when you kiss him there

other than that? his hands.

you can't tell me you don't love his hands when he literally wears those rings in step 3 n I just know realistically, he'd have these long slender and nimble fingers

with the softest skin and touch as well, he grew up rich so ofc his body and hands are supple

on you:

loves your legs and torso

you grew up on the beach, so whether you wear a 2 piece or are buff or chubby, whatever- he just loves how you look in swimwear

even wetsuits

the way it clings to your body... oh yeah it has a fighting chance against your swimsuit

pls let him help you take the wet suit off, and don't worry if he touches your back while unzipping, he's just tryna satisfy his itch (it matches it worse, he just wants you more)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

his cum either tastes like someone who eats a 8k meal or it tastes like take out n the best wine a (above) average man can buy.

just depends on how he's doing, if it's a rough week you alrdy know his diet is Off

mm, I imagine his cum is a bit gooy, like watch it make strings between your fingers

favorite places to come? oh lord..

loves to mark you w his cum.

I think he'd tend to finish on your thighs or stomach though

but is very happy to come on your face n get it on your lips on "accident"

OMG. doesn't matter who's blowing who, CUM BUBBLES.

he loves it messy, so if you're blowing him pls make bubbles n spit his cum back on his cock n make him cum again....

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think when he first met you n cove, he definitely imagined being sandwiched between you two...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

pretty experienced! he knows exactly what he's doing

will and does happily transform his knowledge to whatever you find pleasurable

he knows exactly how to take care of you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy- loves to take you from behind and if you're in front of a mirror especially, loves to pull you up against his chest while he's plowing into you and you're working on his neck <3

+ if he's bottoming

cowgirl. wants to drive you crazy by touching his chest, making a show of going up n down on your cock

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

pretty serious but in a comforting way

also in a teasing way

will laugh a bit about how shy you might me but tell you it's okay to be shy!

would say smth light hearted just to get you to loosen up if you're nervous

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

telling you rn, it's not up for debate, but mans is bald there

can't tell you if they match the drapes either way bc he used to wax/shave it before he got it permanently removed

he definitely used to get a full body waxe when he was younger.. yeah I think his body hair stopped fighting him so now he doesn't have much hair growing, if any, on his arms n legs

he burnt it off before he decided to get laser removal

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

you alrdy know he's sweet n charming n caring

even if you're lost in the moment, he does make sure you're OK or if you need anything before yall continue

very romantic too, lays out the rose petals and candles and even gets a nice dinner for you two (he would cook if he could but he cant

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

mmm, he's very busy

or at least he used to be, I imagine he tries not to work so much when you're dating

anyway, he prbly gets off 3-4 times a week to destress, it's just easy to relax that way by himself

I imagine he likes to use toys when getting off, like vibes on his cock (I rlly don't see him as a flashlight typa guy but maybe that'd be a good way for you to tease him <33)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

edging. pls pls pls edge him, or let him edge you that's highly likely

also overstim, pls make him finish plenty<3

dirty talk!!! will say the nastiest shit but loves if you do it back, makes him so hot n bothered when you say dirty words or fantasies/dreams you had to him

spanking- he likes when you spank him when youre making out, mm im imagining some possibilities with more than just your hand

praise! we all know hes a insecure but precious babe, and he soaks up your compliments like a sponge

so pls praise him (maybe even throw in some dirty talk as well <3)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

will do it (almost) ANYWHERE!!!

I imagine he'd even fuck on the balcony if you asked

keeps it to the bedroom though

oh yeah you're fucking in the kitchen

also likes fucking in his car, he just loves fucking in his pristine car and making a mess or trying not to make a mess which just makes it hotter

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

loves when you dress up! especially if you follow the very fancy dress code for some of your outings, he thinks you look so good like that

also loves when you take the initiative

yk how he climbs into your lap? yeah please just pull him into you/your lap, or wrap your arm around his waist when you walk together, etc.

would love if you climb on top of him and start kissing him and/or tell him you're horny

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

not many turn offs with this guy..

as long as it doesn't involve other bodily fluids

and he's not that into pain/inflicting pain but definitely open to impact play

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

loves receiving but he's definitely a giver

please sit on his face or fuck his throat

he's dated a few people so he definitely knows what he's doing too

will die happy if you sit on his face, doesn't matter if you let him eat you out/rim you, he'd love to just kiss your inner thighs

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he'll do whatever you want

but if it's up to him... well he's going slow so that way he can tease you

but in the end he always ends up picking up the pace and fucks you so deeply so that you'll finish together

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he's very busy with work, so i think quickies or just getting you/each other off is common some nights

doesn't like to do it too often though because he wants to take time being close with you and showering you with love

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

is so happy to take risk and experiment

wouldnt do anything you don't want though

definitely would wanna skinny dip with you at least once

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

mmm, okay now i know he has good stamina

he doesn't like getting sweaty but this is an exception<3

can go a few rounds, at least 3, but is happy to get you off as many times as you want until youre satisfied

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ofc he owns toys!!

i feel like when you guys are long distance, he definitely uses them while thinking about you

loves to use them on you as well so he can watch you fall apart

i also think he would love to use a vibe on you, not in public because he'd like to keep your reactions to himself

but definitely uses it on you when youre going about your day in the house

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

so much!

i didnt even have to tell you hes a tease, you already know

will make dirty jokes n gives you looks from across the room..

will also smack your butt when he walks by

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not very loud, mostly groans and moans lowly

but!! if you get his sensitive spots like the mole on his neck or his inner thighs, he's putty in your hands and so easy for you to use and make weak <3

when he is loud, he whines n gasps

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i think if the opportunity strikes, he wouldn't mind have a 3some w cove

im not Completely on the poly baxter/cove/mc boat or the baxter/cove boat but its such a yummy thought

baxter/cove having a one night stand that turns into a relationship... yes I'm imagining dom!cove

or baxter watching you fuck cove (whether you're dating cove, baxter or both is up to your imagination)

and cove is rearranging your insides, holding up your head or making you turn your head to look at baxter while he's sitting there, hard and waiting, maybe just watching because cove wants to show his place as your boyfriend

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

listen... i love him. but hes average

like 5.5in

he's so cute though... yk how he has that beauty mark on the back of his inner-upper thigh? please kiss it

i think he prbly has one or two more hiding under his boxers so find those n kiss them as well <3

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

oh man... i think its a bit above average

and depending on your guys schedule, he'll be needier than usual

wont always want penetrative sex, sometimes he just wants to get you off or both of you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

won't fall asleep fast at all, might even get up n do stuff for a little bit

but he's more likely to lay in bed and cuddle with you

when he does fall asleep, you're not getting up, he has his arms wrapped tightly around you <333

#our life: beginnings & always #baxter x reader #baxter ward smut #baxter ward #baxter ward x reader #our life baxter #baxter ward x reader smut #baxter ward x mc #baxter ward x mc smut

[weirdgerman]

That's why his hairline is receding. It's full of secrets.

So, it's August 20, 2023. :) On August 20, 2022, I walked to the pharmacy by my house and picked up my first 3 bottles of TestoGel, and applied some the minute I got home. It's a joyous occasion, and much has changed about my body since then, but there's one thing in particular I wanted to write about for today. Because, as always, it's funny.

I've always had very thick hair, and it's longer now than it's been in a long time, so I'm not sure if it's thicker now than it was before, but it definitely feels that way. It has not thinned, so far, is what I'm saying. It'd be fine if it did! I'm 31, it happens. If you're bald, hi, you're hot.

So I'm not bald, and I'm not balding per se, but T has made my hairline change. You're familiar with what I'm talking about, those spots around the temples where people tend to bald first, at varying ages. I have those now, which is extremely cool and sexy of me.

You will not be surprised to hear that German has a word for those. A long, silly compound word for a very specific part of some people's bodies. You may now take a few moments to sit and guess what that word might be. Let me know if you come up with anything!

The word is.....

Geheimratsecken!

It is very much one of my favorites. As always, I'll break it up for you:

geheim = secret, as in the adjective. A secret (noun) is das Geheimnis.

Rat = not a rat. That's Ratte. This one means council.

Ecke(n) = corner(s)

A Geheimrat is a privy council, one like the ancient Romans had. That's where this word is believed to have originated. Because, you could only be part of this council if you were of a certain age. Anyone whose temples weren't bald and sexy and naked yet - and you know the Romans were all about being sexy and naked - was too young to be part of a privy council.

So it's a feature of honor! To this day, we call these bald spots at your temples privy council corners, because it shows that you're wise enough to give council to Caesar. And we all know how that worked out for him.

I used to think that it meant more that the corners are for the privy council. Like there's some round-ish shape hollowed out there where you can put like.... a table and some chairs..... to hold council.... But then you sweep the rest of your hair over it so nobody can see and that's why it's a privy council... Anyway. I actually like the true meaning more, because it makes me feel cool.

Be proud of your Geheimratsecken, flaunt them, get nude, show skin, stab the emperor. ♥

#writing #that 'male pattern thottiness' post lives rent free in my head. yes king show more skin #anyway hi be trans speak german i lov you

[readyforthegarden]

The Meetup

A/N: The follow-up to my favorite little Danny fic, 1-800-STUD is finally here! Thank you all for your patience, I hope you enjoy! (This is a work of fiction, Danny Wagner is not a phone sex operator. Please do not meet and hookup with random phone sex operators yall.)

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

WC: 5212

Warnings: MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY! Smut, Oral (f!&m!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up, for the love of god you heathens)

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You stared at the text on your phone, your heartbeat racing. 

‘How would you feel about meeting in person?’

The text from Adonis was brave. Bold, even. Although you shouldn’t have been so surprised, he was the one that gave you his personal number one night after a call, and the two of you had been talking both intimately and normally for a few weeks now. You knew it was against the rules of his job, and he knew it too...but there was some sort of connection there, and it couldn’t be stopped.  Your late night trysts on the phone had slowly turned from sinful pleasures to small conversations. You’d found out that you were both from the same city, and couldn’t believe the happenstance. So many things in common, music, movies, only a few things came up you’d differed on.

Your thumbs twitched as you thought of how to answer. You didn't want to reply too fast, seem too eager if you said yes. But you didn't want to leave him hanging too long and drag it out if you said no. 

'Okay,' you thought to yourself. 'On the count of three, I reply. And whatever I say is the true answer.' you inhaled slowly, deeply, starting to count. 'One.....two....three.'your thumbs typed out their answer and hit reply.

'I would be open to it, yeah.' within seconds, a bubble popped up on the screen, showing Adonis typing back.

'How about dinner and drinks?' he asked and you had to admit, the idea of a whiskey sour to calm your nerves while meeting this man made you relax a little. 

‘Sure, I’d like that.’

‘Tonight?’ your heart stopped. Were you ready to meet this man tonight? You still had no clue what he looked like. Only his voice. What if he wasn’t who you pictured? He could be some old man, with a youthful voice, a bald patch on his head and a beer belly that hangs out from under his shirt, over the waist of his pants. He could be a serial killer, slowly earning your trust before he finally does you off. But your gut wasn’t flipping nervously like you were scared. It was excited, and you let yourself trust it.

‘Tonight would be good.’ you messaged back, then quickly typing again. ‘When and where?’

‘8pm, at that bar and grill on 4th sound good?’ you knew the exact place he was talking about, and nodded, even though he couldn’t see you.

‘It’s a date.’ you replied, instantly blushing at your presumption and going to type and correct yourself, when you noticed he’d reacted to the message, giving it a heart. You sighed, glancing at the clock and thinking about how long you’d have to let your hair set in your hot rollers to get the perfect waves for the evening, and set to work.

You were sat at the bar at 8:02pm, stirring your whiskey sour anxiously. Every time the door opened, you had to remind yourself to stay cool, and not snap your head over to stare down whomever was walking through it. You felt like a scared dog, a little shaky and easily startled, jumping a bit in your seat as a group of college kids walked in, the door slamming shut behind them. 

You’d told Adonis you’d be wearing a white sundress, which he’d responded that he’d think of you, an Angel, in nothing else but. But now as you glanced around the establishment, you felt silly in your cotton dress, while other women were wearing tight jeans and cute tops, or t-shirts that looked comfortable and still sexy.  You took a deep breath, one of thousands already this afternoon, and tried to stop psyching yourself out. You lifted your glass to your mouth, lips barely touching the rim when someone stepped into your peripheral vision.

“Is this seat taken?” you froze, recognizing his voice. You gave yourself one quick, small pep talk and turned towards him. Holy shit. He was the guy from the commercial, the one you’d been imagining the whole time. His smile was the first thing you noticed. A large, adorable grin with bright white teeth shining in the overhead lights at the bar. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled happily as he took in your face, while you set down your drink.  “Hello, Angel.”

“Adonis,” you breathed, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. He held out his hand and you placed yours in his, reveling in the strong, yet delicate grip of his hand as he shook yours. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” he pulled out the bar chair and took a seat, flagging down the bartender. He ordered his drink and while he waited for it, you both just kept looking over one another. “God, I….you’re more beautiful in person than I imagined.”

“Thanks,” you blushed. “I um, I didn’t expect it to actually be…you.” Adonis blushed. 

“It’s rare that commercial airs anymore, which I’m glad for.” he admitted. “Grocery shopping got weird for a little bit there.” you giggled and he smiled wider at that. “Your laugh sounds so much better in person.”

“Your voice does too.” you replied. You tried to subtly wipe your nervous, sweaty palms on the skirt of your dress, but he noticed.

“I’m nervous too, if it makes you feel better.” Adonis informed you, taking one of your hands in his. You felt a tingle in your hand at the contact, his fingers curling around yours. You could feel his were a little clammy too, and you felt a bit more at ease. When his drink came, he took a long sip of it. You bit your lip for a moment, staring down at the bar before looking back at him.

“Can I ask…” you trailed off, feeling silly for your question.

“You can ask me anything, Angel.” you nodded and took another breath.

“What’s your real name?” Adonis paused for a moment, and you thought the worst. Maybe he liked keeping codenames. Maybe he only wanted something super casual, and wasn’t remotely interested in sharing his real name with you, or learning yours. Your fears were subdued when he leaned in, like he was telling you a secret.

“My name is Daniel.” he winked. “You can call me Danny. Do I get the pleasure of knowing your name?” you leaned in just as he had, relishing in making the handsome man before you smile, and supplied your own real name. Danny hummed a pleased sound as he leaned back, taking you in again. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

The two of you sipped on your drinks, getting to know one another in person. Neither of you could keep your eyes from wandering over one another, and you hoped that he was liking what he was seeing as much as you were. Over the rest of the night, the two of you had found a small booth for yourselves, Danny sliding in next to you instead of across. You were flattered at the intimacy the smell of his cologne engulfing you in the small space. The conversations flowed easily between you two, so much so that the two of you completely forgot to order food, or more drinks, until the last call. 

“Oh god, I didn’t realize how late it was.” you sighed, checking the time on the clock above the bar. “I was having so much fun talking.”

“Me too.” Danny agreed, his arm staying around your shoulders. You couldn’t help but snuggle more into his side. “Just like on the phone.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. You let the silence rest between the two of you for a few moments before you spoke again. “W-would you want to come over?” Danny smiled down at you, a light blush crawling across his cheeks. “I just…I really am having a good time, and I’m not ready to say goodbye, yet.”

“I was going to ask the same thing.” Danny murmured. “Let me go settle the tab. Did you Uber here?” you confirmed his assumption with a nod and he smiled. “Order one for us while I pay?” you nodded again and were surprised when he leaned, in pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You watched him in surprise as he pulled away with a wink and walked over to the bar. You pulled your phone from your purse, pulling up the ride-share app and requesting a ride, excited and nervous for the rest of the night to come.

“Okay, I wasn’t planning on having company, so I’m sorry in advance, my apartment is a little messy.” you gave Danny a nervous laugh as you unlocked and opened the door to your home. 

“I’m sure it’s fine.” Danny chuckled, following you inside, shutting the door and latching the lock for you. You put your purse on the small table by the door and turned on the lamp, allowing the small light to light up the room. “You have a nice place.”

“Thanks.” you smiled. You and Danny stood there, awkwardly staring at each other as the room filled up with tension. “Oh, um…are you hungry?”

“I am, a little, but you don’t have to cook or anything.”

“Oh, I wasn’t going to.” you waved your hands in front of you with a giggle. “I don’t have a whole lot, but I just got some fruit at the store this morning, we could have some of that?”

“That sounds good, actually.” you moved to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out the large bowl of mixed fruit you’d cut up that morning, grabbing two forks from your silverware drawer and going back to the living room. Danny was standing by the couch, looking at the painting you had over it on the wall. It was a simple painting, pink and white water lilies on a lake in the summer sun. You watched him for a moment before clearing your throat, gaining his attention once again. 

He came over, taking the bowl from your hands and setting it on the coffee table in front of your couch. You followed him with the forks still in hand, nervous all over again. Your mind couldn’t help but think that this man had gotten you off so many times without touching you, and here you were, offering him a meager fruit salad. You should have insisted on cooking something. Anything. The man deserved a five course meal.

“You coming?” you were broken from your thoughts by Danny’s voice, and though it wasn’t in the tone you were used to hearing those words in, you still felt a small fire ignite in your belly. You took the few quick steps to sit on the couch next to him, handing him a fork and offering him the first bite. Danny stabbed a piece of honeydew, putting it in his mouth and humming softly from the sweet fruit. You followed suit with piece of pineapple, and chewed as Danny started another conversation. You two talked between bites until the forks were forgotten in the bowl now between you on the couch as the two of you leaned back against the cushions. 

“I’m really glad you said yes tonight.” Danny said softly, gazing at you in the dim lamp light. The tension between you was still thick, an unspoken nervousness of where the night was really going to go settling between you. Neither wanted to be the one to broach the subject of whether or not you’d end up in bed together. On one hand, you’d been with each other many, many times already, albeit virtually. On the other hand, this was your first meeting…date, even. Was it too soon to want to jump into bed? To assume that was the end goal?

“Me too.” you breathed out, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “This has been really…amazing. I was scared that it wouldn’t be the same in person.” Danny reached over and took your hand in his, opening your palm and running his fingers across the delicate skin.

“I was too.” Danny admitted with a chuckle. “I almost didn’t ask, I didn’t want to lose any of the connection we have, you know?” you nodded. With his free hand, Danny reached into the fruit bowl, forgoing his fork and picking up a larger strawberry, bringing it to his lips and biting into it. The fruit must have been juicier than he expected; Danny hummed and you heard a sucking sound as he tried to keep the juices from spilling out his lips. He pulled the rest of the strawberry away, and you watched the faint, pink liquid trail from his bottom lip, down his chin. Before the droplet could fall, you reached your hand up, swiping it with your thumb, following the trail up to his lip, meaning to clean the sticky nectar from his skin. Without thinking, Danny leaned forward, capturing your thumb in his mouth and letting his tongue clean your finger. He watched you as you stared at his mouth, chest heaving already with shallow breaths. You squeezed your thighs together and shifted on the couch as you slowly pulled your hand away from him, your eyes finally flickering up to meet his.

It took all of a few seconds, the shifting of the bowl back to the coffee table by Danny as you slid across the cushion and onto his lap, straddling him and capturing his lips in a kiss. Both of you moaned at the contact, finally cutting through the thick air between you. His hands splayed across your back, bringing your body closer to his as your lips meshed together. Your own hands tangled into curls as your tongues met for the first time. You felt his fingers dig into your body, and you brought a hand out of his hair, cupping his face, responding that yes, this was real. You were both really touching one another, and it wasn’t just your imaginations.

You finally had to part, your lungs feeling like there were about to burst. You leaned your head back and Danny took the opportunity to trail hot, open mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, littering your collarbone with small nips. You ground your hips down against him and felt him groan against your chest, the sound buzzing from his lips to your skin. You felt shifting and suddenly you were in the air, Danny holding you to his body and looking up at you from hooded eyes. 

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked, his voice low. You pointed down the hallway, then hooked your finger to the right, and Danny began carrying you that way, bumping the door open with his hip and walking towards your bed, setting you down gently on the foot of it. He knelt in front of you, but for a moment he let his eyes dart around the room, a smile gracing his face as he reached next to you, pulling a piece of fabric from your messy sheets. He held them up and you bit back a laugh, watching as he turned the pajama shorts over in his hands, admiring the small sushi pieces on them. “I knew these would be cute as hell.”

After a moment, he tossed them to the side, running his large hands up and down your legs, reveling in the fact that they fell open slightly, just from his touch as his fingertips grazed under the hem of your dress. He looked up at you again, watching you bite your lip.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight.” he murmured softly. “We can go back out there and watch a movie, or I can go home and you can go to bed if that’s what you want. I didn’t come here expecting anything more of you than you’re willing to offer. You are in control.” you took in his words, fighting the urge to just reach out and kiss him again. 

“I’ve spent so many nights wondering what you felt like.” you whispered. “What you tasted like. I want this, Danny.” Danny paused for a few moments, making sure you meant what you said before he gripped your thighs, pulling himself up and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Let me worship you the way I’ve talked about,” he breathed against your lips. “Let me show you all the things I’ve wanted to do to you since I first heard your voice.” you nodded and he kissed you harder before pulling away again, a small whimper of ‘please’ escaping your mouth. “Lean back for me.” you slowly lowered yourself to your elbows, watching has his hands started rubbing your legs again, inching up farther and farther. He let his palms cusp your knees, his fingers once again teasing the hemline of your dress. You shifted on the bed, trying to subtly move the dress up farther with your movements, but Danny was quick to catch on. “Patience, darling.” he whispered.

Danny took your sigh and leaned into your legs, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the sides of your knees, then slowly trailed them up your thigh, giving the plush areas small, gentle bites. Your eyes fluttered shut as he pushed up the skirt of your dress, getting ready to enjoy whatever pleasures awaited you, until you heard him tsk.

“Wha?” you glanced down at him, watching his fingers run over the thigh seam of your panties. He smirked up at you, a playful but disappointed look on his face.

“Panties?” he questioned, tugging the thin band and letting it softly snap back against your skin.  You stifled a laugh.

“I was not going to sit bare-ass on a dirty bar stool, sir.” you explained, rolling your eyes. “But if  a thin pair of panties are gonna hold you up, maybe I should’ve sent you home, then.” a spark lit behind Danny’s eyes at your words, gripping the waistband of your panties again and tugging them down your legs as you raised your hips.

“Nothing will ever stop me from giving you the pleasure you deserve.” Danny gets the clothing off of your body, tossing it into the darkness of your room and grabbing onto your hips, bringing you right to the very edge of the bed. He pushed you back to lean on your elbows again and bunched the skirt of your dress up, spreading your legs with his shoulders as he settled between them. He glanced up at you through his lashes, shaking his curls from his face. You watched him with bated breath, excitement bubbling up in your stomach as he situated himself. It was like slow motion, watching his tongue glide over his lips before making contact with your soaked core.

A shaky sigh left your mouth as Danny adjusted his arms beneath your legs, bringing them up to hang over his shoulders as he lapped his tongue against your clit, slowly, achingly. Danny let the tip of his tongue circle your clit adding pressure and retreating with a few soft licks directly to it, before repeating the process again and again. You reached out a shaky hand as Danny began alternating sucking on the tender bundle of nerves and licking it, tugging his face closer. You felt him smile against you and he buried his face deeper between your legs. You let your other arm slid out to the side, your back fully resting on your bed as you bucked your hips against Danny’s face. His face traveled a little lower, his tongue entering you, his nose now rubbing against you so deliciously as he tasted you. 

“Oh shit, right there Danny, please!” you whined, tugging on his curls, encouraging him with your moans. His index and middle fingers accompanied his tongue now and your back arched from the bed. The small voice in the back of your mind was in slight awe, you’d never arched your back that way, you’d only seen it in movies as over exaggerating actresses pretended to climax, you didn’t think it actually happened. “Danny, don’t stop!” You could feel the tightening bands in your stomach snap, and cried out, moaning a chorus of his name as he continued his movements, curling his fingers inside to hit that sweet spot. You rode the waves of your orgasm against him, not realizing the death grip you’d had on his hair until your hand unclenched as you came down, whispering an apology as you caught your breath.

“Don’t be sorry.” Danny breathed, climbing up your body and capturing your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips as they nearly glided off of yours, still coated with your slick. “Hearing you say my name like that was fucking heaven.” he kissed you again, and you tugged at the sweater he was wearing, trying to pull it over his head without breaking the kiss. Danny chuckled and sat up, his legs on either side of your body. He pulled the soft sweater over his head, taking the white t-shirt he wore under it with it, tossing it to the side. You reached forward, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his dark jeans, pulling down the zipper and reaching in, palming his large, hard cock through his boxer briefs.

Danny sucked in a sharp breath, bucking into your hand. You sat up the best you could with him over you, kissing his abdomen down to the thin strip of coarse hairs trailing down below the waistband of his boxer briefs. You felt his body shudder under your soft lips and felt a surge of confidence flow through you. Pulling your head back, you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“Lay down.” you murmured softly. Danny nodded, bending down and kissing you before rolling onto the bed, pushing down his jeans and letting you help him tug them off his body. You pulled at his boxer briefs, and his cock sprang up at attention. You hesitated, seeing the size of it, licking your lips nervously. Danny watched you measure him up, could see you mapping out your strategy and reached out, tapping your hand gently.

“You don’t have to,” he whispered. Your eyes snapped up to his and you shook your head. You took your hand from his, opening your palm under your mouth and spitting into it before reaching out for his cock, running your hand over it to lube it up. Danny hissed through his teeth, his head falling back as your palm rounded the head, and you smiled. 

“I said, I wanted to know what you tasted like,” you leaned over him, hand still working as you kissed along his sharp jaw. “You got to have a taste of me, it’s only fair I get one of you.” Danny nodded, his breath shuddering out as you kissed down his body, and finally let your lips make it to his cock, cupping you hand behind it to hold it in place as you have it a long, flat lick. You continued to tease him, slowly running your tongue up the vein on the underside of his shaft before taking the head in your mouth, giving the edge a few smaller, quicker kitten licks before rounding your tongue over it, making him shudder again. You adjusted your position, straddling one of his strong thighs and continued to bob your head as far as you could take him,  letting your spit-slicked hand work the rest of him. 

“Fuck baby, just like that,” his voice was low and gruff as his own hands now tangled in your hair, holding it back from your face in a messy, makeshift ponytail. You hollowed out your cheeks, the wet sucking sounds filling the room with breathy moans. You were starting to get a little sloppy with your rhythm, feeling yourself grind against the muscles of Danny’s thigh, moaning around him as your sensitive clit rubbed against him. Getting closer and closer to another release, you were suddenly pulled off of Danny with a loud pop, and you are breathing hard as you stared up at Danny.

“I don’t wanna-“ he swallowed roughly. “I was gonna…” you nodded, understanding what he was saying, and climbed up his body, licking into his panting mouth as he grabbed your waist. When you pulled back, he smiled up at you. “Look at you, my Angel in all white, doing the filthiest fucking things with that mouth.” 

“Take my dress off me, Danny.” he wasted no time in setting to the task, lifting it up and over your head as you raised your arms. He dropped the cotton material over the edge of the bed, and let his eyes hungrily roam your body. You saw a smirk on his lips as he reached up, gently flicking the crescent moon charm of your belly button piercing.  

“Just how I imagined it.” he breathed. “C’mere baby.” you leaned forward, letting him kiss you and his hand cradled the back of your head, the other holding your hip as he rolled you onto your back. The kisses weren’t as frenzied now, they were slower, more passionate. You could feel his hot, pulsing cock on your inner thigh as he held himself above you, and you whimpered when the head pressed against your soaking pussy. 

“Danny, please,” you sighed into his mouth. “I need it, I need you. I need to feel you inside me.” Danny nipped at your neck, sucking a mark into your skin. He reached down between your bodies, rubbing himself against your slick before pressing the head of his cock at your entrance. Your stomach fluttered with anticipation, the stretch of the tip alone making your walls clench. Danny slid in slowly, and once he was fully sheathed he paused, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “So amazing, so perfect.” he murmured. He opened his eyes and locked them with yours, beginning to pump his hips slowly. Your hands came to rest on his back, fingertips digging into the taught muscles. Danny kept a hand by your head, keeping himself steady, and the other on your calf, hooking it onto his hip and delving deeper at the new angle. You were already so close to your next orgasm, and you could tell the way Danny was biting his bottom lip he was holding back to get you there.

“Danny you feel so good,” you moaned into his ear, bringing up your other leg and wrapping them around his hips. “You fuck me so good, baby.” Danny grunted in your ear in response, his hips snapping into you faster and harder as you raised your hips to meet each thrust. “Gonna make me cum all over your cock Danny? Just like you dreamed?”

“Fuck…yes…” he groaned through grit teeth. “‘nd I’m gonna fill you up just like you want me to, just like you told me.” you whined and pulled his body closer, but he backed away briefly, snaking his hand between your bodies again and letting his calloused thumb find your clit, rubbing harsh quick circles and making you roll your eyes in the back of your head, as the coils in your stomach tightened again, and your breathing became more and more shallow. 

Danny watched your body writhe beneath him, savoring every whimper and moan falling from your lips, bucking his hips with a little more fervor when his name was included. 

“Christ, you’re so beautiful,” he brushed your hair from your face, watching your brows furrow and your lower lip tremble as you began to cum, tightening your grip on him. “So fucking beautiful.” your back arched off the mattress again, and he took the opportunity to close his lips around the hardened nipple of your right breast, sucking and flicking it before moving to the next one, repeating the ministration as you grabbed the back of his head, tugging at the curls again and moaning his name louder than before. “Fuck, I’m there, baby, I’m cumming.” His breath came out in sharp staccato pants as he ground his hips against yours and you felt him filling you up with his warmth. He moved his head to the crook of your neck, resting there as his body fell limp against yours. 

His weight was crushing, but you didn’t care. You let him sink into your body, and reveled in the fact that it felt like he fit perfectly, like he was supposed to be there. After a few minutes, which felt too short, he peeled his sweat covered body from yours, and quietly asked where the bathroom was. You pointed and lazily said to the left, out the door, and he nodded, padding across your room and opening the door, disappearing into the dim hallway of your apartment. Your head was still cloudy with post-orgasm haze, and you let your eyes fall closed. It wasn’t until you felt a damp, warm fabric against your pussy that your eyes opened, and you looked down to see Danny gently cleaning you. 

“Made a bit of a mess.” he smiled softly, making you chuckle. When he was satisfied with his clean-up, he looked around, spotting your hamper and hanging the cloth over the edge to dry before coming back over. You found the strength to sit up, your tired body protesting, but as Danny sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you into deep kiss, you knew you’d deal with the soreness if it meant being close to him.

“That was….incredible.” you murmured as you pulled away. “I don’t think I can go back to the phone.” Danny grinned, peppering your face with gentle kisses. 

“I don’t either.” he agreed. “Can I tell you something?” your face felt hot all of a sudden, your stomach twisting with instant nerves that he was going to tell you he actually hated everything and never wanted to see you again.

“S-Sure.” you breathed.

“I quit.” Danny admitted. Your brow furrowed, head tilted as you thought of his words. “I quit the phone sex job after talking to you like, the third or fourth time. It felt….wrong to talk like that with others when all I wanted was you.”

“Really?” you bit your cheek to stop from smiling. “You didn’t have to…I understood, you know.”

“I wanted to.” Danny took your hand in his and squeezed it. “You are the only one who gets Adonis from now on.” you crinkled your nose as you moved to kneel next to him, grabbing his face in your hands and looking him in the eyes.

“Adonis is nice, but I prefer Danny.” you whispered, kissing him gently. “You can still call me Angel, though. I like that.”

“Oh you do?” Danny teased, kissing you and pushing you back onto the bed while doing so, wrapping his arms around you and laying you both on your sides, tangling your legs together and pulling you close. “My sweet, filthy sexy Angel.”

“Mm, don’t start a second round you can’t finish, Danny.” you mumbled against his lips.

“I’ll show you what I can finish.”

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His attention whore 2

Billy Hargrove x Male reader

Summary: Reader overhears Billy and some girl flirting in the hallway of the school, in which he starts to feel jealous, and maybe a little insecure. In retaliation the reader ignores Billy for the rest of the school day. At the end of the school day, they meet at Billy’s car because he was the readers ride, but he wouldn’t give the reader a ride until he tells him why he was being ignored, which ended with the reader being fucked on the side of the road inside Billy’s car

Genre: smut

Request: ❌

Warning: Praise kink, Degradation kink, semi-public sex, jealous reader, rough sex, car sex, spit as lube, little prep.

Tags: @maxx0inwonderland @tumbleweedbee

Pt 1 Pt3

​"a selfish attention whore." He whispered softly in your ear, that sent a shiver down your spine.

Y/N looks away from him, only for his head to be forced to look at Billy, “keep your eyes on me.” He hissed out before pulling him into a rough, heated kiss. Y/N melted into the kiss not long after, and maybe after a minute or two they pulled away because oxygen is a need and not a want.

 Billy smirks at you as he undresses you with his eyes, only smiling more when he sees you squirm a bit. “Excited before anyone got undressed, such a slut.” He leans closer to you again, “but who do you belong to?” He whispers, with that oh so sexy tone that his voice (you have to agree, you are reading this).

“You...” Y/N mumbled.

“Sorry, you gotta speak up baby boy.” Billy could hear him, he just wanted to be a dick.

“I belong to you.” You whine out louder hoping he would be satisfied with that.

“Such a good boy.” He purred, giving you a gentle peck on the lips. Though soon after his hands traveled up your shirt, which made you whine and whimper. He hums and quickly removes his hands, “get out and come over to the driver side.” He ordered which you quickly did, knowing damn well if you didn’t it would be worse on you than him.

Billy also got out of the car leaving the door open as Y/N came over to the driver side. “Such a good boy, always obedient.” He praised bringing you into a soft short kiss. Not even a second after the kiss you were pushed over to the car and bent over the driver side seat.

He rubs your ass before slowly starting to undo your pants, “mmm... hurry up!” You whine out but soon yelp as he slaps your ass.

“Now, now, you don’t get to give out orders when you are finally getting the attention you wanted, understood?” He hissed out pulling you up by your hair (sorry for those who are bald.) to make you look him in the eyes. You nod slightly which results in our head being pushed back into the seat.

He stares down at you, as now you are only in your underwear, squirming from the cold breeze. “What a beautiful little whore.” He said slapping your ass again before yanking down your underwear. Billy hums as he teases Y/N’s hole with his finger making him whimper a little,and bucking back. “Don’t be a needy slut, Y/N, I’ll fuck you when I think I should.” He stated.

He whined more but still listened to him. Billy got his own fingers wet with his saliva before slowly stretching out the other male, as it has been a long time since they last had sex. Y/N grabbed Billy’s wallet as he was being stretched out, letting out a groan every now and again. Now the only reason Y/N grabbed Billy’s wallet is because he carries a max of two condoms in there, he wasn’t trying to be a baby daddy when he slept around.

Billy took the wallet and gave him a small kiss on the neck as a thank you, “thank you, baby.” He pulls his fingers out. He puts the wallet on the top of the car before undoing his belt and pants just to pull them down a little with his boxers. Billy grabs his wallet again before grabbing a condom out of it, unwraps it, then puts it on, though he took his sweet time just to make Y/N more needy.

“Need slut, but don’t worry, you’ll get your brains fucked out soon.” He whispered in your ear. You smiled at that fact but soon let out a loud moan and Billy shoved his dick in your ass. Both of you were sure if anyone drove by, they would’ve heard you. He pulls your hair back and he starts off on a rough and fast pace, “god damn can’t keep quiet to save your damn life now, can you?” He hissed out as you kept moaning loudly, again because you two haven’t had sex in a while and he started off on a brutally pace. Now the reason why you two haven’t fucked in a while is because of exams and you being too stress to have sex.

Billy soon pulled out, causing you to whimper a little, he then flipped you over before entering you again, a bit slower this time. He returned to his brutal pace, but it was better because he could see how much you were enjoying it. Thanks to your, what he found, beautiful expressions. Fun fact, Billy loves to see your face during sex, if you two start off with your back facing him then he will force you to face you, he just loves to see your eye, and sometimes the drool the drips out of your mouth as he fucks you, plus it’s easier to kiss you this way.

He smiled as he watched you trying to grip something in the car but soon went to wrap your arms around his neck. Anyone driving by could tell something was going on, not just because of the moaning but also because of the car shaking. Billy starts speeding up his thrust as he was about to cum. Not long after he sped up, he came and pulled out of you.

You took a second to calm yourself and even out your breathing before you spoke, “Billy…” You whined, “can you get me off?” you asked in a soft tone, sitting up a little.

“No, I’ll get you off when we get home.” He said as he took off his condom and threw it to the ground with the wrapper, “think of this as a punishment for ignoring me all day.” He gathered your pants and boxers, throwing them into the back seat.

He huffed before crawling to the passenger side, as Billy pulled his pants back up and redid his pants and belt. He got in and slapped your hand away as you tried to jerk off to get off, “don’t do that.” He ordered, “now buckle up.” He buckled up after closing his car door.

He starts the car and waits for you to buckle up, once you do that, he puts the car in drive and drives off to your house because his dad is a bastard.

Note: I haven’t written smut in a while, so I’m sorry if this is bad. Also, if you want, I can write a part 3 where Billy gets the reader off. I am taking request, so take a look at request post for fandoms I do, it is a pinned post

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy stranger things #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargove x reader #male reader #male reader only #reader #part 2 #part 2 is here!

[grantspectortrash]

Bad To The Bone

pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: Halloween night, King Steve on the cusp of Good Steve, and a shared love for The Karate Kid. Flirting that you'd never admit to, a party that you'll never forget.

word count: 3.2K

A/N: aha honestly? I just wanted to combine my love for Steve Harrington, Cobra Kai/Karate Kid and Halloween all into one place. Hope you enjoy! Requests are open btw <3

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It's Halloween 1984 and somebody is dressed as a skeleton.

But not any old skeleton - they're dressed up as Johnny Lawrence's skeleton, headphones around his neck and all, completely identical to the costume in The Karate Kid.

You wonder how long it took them to create it, and how many times they went to the cinema in order to memorise it down to the very last thread.

You can't see their face, but they're on the dancefloor and they are killing it - no Halloween pun intended.

Tina is the one throwing the party, claiming that she is the 'ghostess with the mostest'. Her house is large enough to host all of your classmates and more. You're pretty sure that there's some underage kids hanging out and drinking in her backyard, but that isn't your problem.

And, while you take in the scenery and stand in Tina's kitchen, you contemplate why you ever thought dressing up as Mr Miyagi was a good idea - bald cap and all.

Robin, your best friend in the entire world, had bailed on you this Halloween. Sure, maybe she couldn't get out of going to her cousin's wedding, but why did it have to be the same weekend as Halloween? The pair of you were always Batman and Robin, and surprisingly you were always Robin. That joke never got old, not to you at least.

Most girls, if not all, at the party had gone for the sexy side of Halloween dress-up. Sexy ghosts, sexy nuns, Princess Leia in her golden bikini. One very specific, very skimpy, sexy E.T. who had lights glowing from her boobs instead of her finger.

You think it's the first time you've seen an alien that wants to get probed. Alas, you digress.

The Johnny Lawrence poser is dancing as '(Don't Fear) The Reaper' is playing from the large speakers that Tina has borrowed from her boyfriend Chris.

Although you're not very close to Tina, you get the urge to tell her that while she's dancing with her friends, Chris is making out with Stacey in the downstairs bathroom behind you.

Each time their hankering bodies collide with the bathroom door, you take one step further into the kitchen and one step further away from whatever is going on inside that bathroom. You're grateful the music covers their noises.

Nobody has spoken to you in about twenty minutes, and the only conversation you did have was when someone, clearly already drunk and dressed like Danny Zuko yelled "Wax on, wax off!" in your face as he grabbed yet another beer bottle from the kitchen counter.

You had wondered if he had a Sandy to pair up with, but when he sauntered back into the crowd you saw the mass of T-Birds waiting for him.

Hiding out in the kitchen has it's privileges. You had already swiped two bottles of the cheep beer yourself, and now you nurse the second by taking tiny sips at regular intervals and clutching the bottle tightly just so that you have something to do with your hands.

The song ends and a new one starts, and you watch as the skeleton gestures to some of the people he's with - you don't recognise any of them.

His thumb jabs over to the direction of the kitchen and soon he's snaking through the throng of costumed people on the dancefloor, all drunk or high to a varying degree.

As he gets closer you wonder if he'll see you. You wonder if you know him. You still can't see his face; the makeup is deceiving and his hair is hidden by the hood of the costume.

The skeleton-clad boy moves to the other end of the kitchen, his back to you. He grabs a bottle from the counter and absentmindedly cracks the cap off with his teeth. It's an act you're sure a dentist wouldn't approve of, but it comes across as quite an impressive act, and a slightly attractive thing to do.

He pulls the cap from his mouth and flicks it onto the counter. It's only then that he takes in what's been going on in the kitchen.

There's a guy who's been stood over the punch bowl for the last ten minutes, tipping in various bottles of spirits and mixers and meticulously stirring it, all while dressed as a baseball player.

A couple, dressed as Fred and Daphne from the Scooby gang, have been arguing just as long. Their hushed tones are hidden by the music, but whatever is going on neither of them are happy about.

And then there's you. And the skeleton boy can see that.

He turn towards you fully, grinning, and it's only then that you wish you hadn't been staring at him all night. You wish you hadn't created an idea of who he might be in your head. Because he smiles and it's unmistakeable. It's pretty and popular and all the girls love it.

You have to stop yourself from cursing.

"Oh shit, Mr Miyagi. Better stay away from you." He takes a sip from his beer and leans casually on the counter beside you.

He is no longer skeleton boy, the guy with the bad dance moves and the good taste in movies.

He's Steve Harrington. King Steve. Douchebag of all douchebags. And your crush since about eighth grade, not that you'd admit that to yourself. Or him.

And sure, the crush faded in and out, because it was never going to be reciprocated, and honestly you didn't care.

But tonight he looked like Johnny Lawrence, and you had to keep reminding yourself who he really was under his clothes and all of that makeup.

A bully. A rich boy. A reminder of why you didn't need a guy in your life.

And yet, even after all your reminding, when he's dressed as Johnny Lawrence he's almost someone else. Almost the guy you created in your head.

"Yeah, one wrong move and you're dead, Harrington." You reply, rolling your eyes and taking a sip of beer for good measure.

Steve brings his own bottle to his lips, and laughs.

"It's Y/N, right? We have maths together." He asks, and you're surprised he even remembers your name let alone the classes you have together.

You nod.

Steve smiles then, almost proud of himself for remembering, and it's difficult to picture his real face under all the makeup - all you can see is Johnny Lawrence and it's beginning to become a little flustering. No, frustrating. Yeah, that's what you mean. Frustrating.

He says something just as the music gets cranked up. 'The Monster Mash' is playing at a deafening volume, no doubt something the neighbours won't appreciate, along with the smoking and yelling and all the other noises omitting from the house.

You look over at the dancefloor to notice Tina is gone - you hope she's not looking for her cheating, scumbag boyfriend. She's better without.

You turn back to Steve, "Huh?" You have to practically yell to be heard.

Steve repeats whatever he said, only for you to not hear him again. You shake your head.

This time, Steve rolls his eyes. Then, he's ducking his head so it's close to yours and his lips are against your ear. His breath is warm and it sends a spark straight down your spine.

"I said, only hot chicks can pull off a bald cap, I'm impressed."

He pulls away and suddenly the heat isn't from his breath, it's across your cheeks and burning the tops of your ears.

You don't want to admit to yourself that it's because of Steve fucking Harrington, so you blame it on the fact he looks like Cobra Kai's bad boy.

"I - uh, umm..." It very quickly seems like you can't find your voice. You swallow hard, hoping to clear the lump in your throat. You don't know what to say.

And Steve's loving every second of it. There's a smug look on his face, and undeniable sparkle in his brown eyes.

You're about to yell at him. Steel yourself and tell him what's what, when the music gets cut.

Everybody turns to the speaker, including you and Steve. Whatever moment the two of you shared passes. Tina's ripped the cord, and she's standing there in her cheerleading outfit, shaking a pom aggressively.

"Where's Chris?"

As soon as she yells his name, Stacey storms out of the bathroom behind you. Her hair is a mess and her identical cheerleading outfit is ripped. A lipstick stain smears the right side of her face.

"You said you'd broken up!" She's marches across the kitchen and Steve pulls you close to him so that you're out of the girl’s way.

Seconds later, Chris appears. His trousers by his ankles and lipstick all over his face and exposed chest. A line of kisses trail all the way down to his boxers.

"Stacey! Tina!" He stumbles across the kitchen, making his way behind you. Once he passes, you push yourself away from Steve, aware of how close the pair of you were.

The two girls start yelling, moving towards the direction of the front door as they start grappling each other. Tina has Stacey by the hair, while Stacey is trying to shove Tina's pom down her throat. Chris hauls ass behind them, yelling apologies that neither of the girls are paying attention to.

They leave through the front door, and the yelling becomes fainter as they move across the lawn. Someone dressed as a ghost pulls the front door shut, and plugs the speaker back in. The music commences, quieter this time.

"Holy hell." You shake your head and finish your second beer of the night. The alcohol hasn't affected you yet, and it's making you feel left out. Everyone here seems even a little bit tipsy. Apart from you. And, well, maybe Steve too.

"Yikes. That’s depressing." Steve replies, and without asking, leans behind him to grab you another bottle. He does the teeth thing again with the cap and you laugh.

"That's a very Johnny Lawrence move, you know."

That earns a grin from Steve, his real teeth showing instead of the fake skeleton teeth painted on his skin. "What can I say? I'm bad to the bone."

You try to hold in the laughter. For someone who was meant to be cool and popular, Steve was proving to be quite corny.

You take a risk by asking, "Talking of bad boys, why aren't you flooded with your usual admiring fans tonight?” Then you carry on, just to add the illusion of disinterest, “And Tommy?”

Then, you take a long sip of your third beer until the embarrassment of asking goes away. You nearly drain the bottle.

"Well," Steve says, glancing over to the masses of dancing girls who are all dressed up like sexy cavewomen. The actual cheerleading squad.

"They found out I was dating Nancy Wheeler, and I had to stop basketball practice to get my grades up. All of which apparently made me lame. And then Nancy dumped me, yesterday actually. So turns out I'm not as cool as I once was."

He reaches out to touch the fake Mr Miyagi beard stuck to your chin. You slap his hand away, with no real heat behind the act.

"Hence why you're talking to me." You laugh, a little bit of the alcohol taking effect now. Your insides feel warm and you're not worried if your comment seems insensitive. Steve doesn't seem to mind.

And the fall of King Steve is almost intriguing to you. He was funny. And had good take in films. And was talking to you like he actually cared.

"Yeah. Right. Hence why I'm talking to you." Steve's voice is full of sarcasm. But, he's smiling. A real genuine smile that makes you think that maybe Steve Harrington isn't so bad. Maybe.

His clinks his beer bottle with yours then, and tips his head up to take a long swig from his bottle. You watch as his Adam's Apple bobs.

You take a sip after he takes his, and he watches as you do. Some impulse draws him closer to you, and he pulls the bald-cap away from your head. You take the bottle away from your lips and take your natural hair out of its hairband. It falls roughly, kind of sweaty and bobby-pinned in place, but Steve nods anyway.

"Much better." He says, and winks.

It's in that moment that you think something passes between the pair of you. Something special, something that's yours. A strange acknowledgement of something that's just begun.

But hey, maybe it's just the alcohol talking.

You pull the fake beard away from your face and set down the third empty beer bottle of the night. "Want to go outside?"

Steve nods.

Five minutes later you find yourself on a swing set with Steve beside you. The beer bottles and the music are forgotten. There's only a couple people outside, all appreciating the slightly quieter outdoors. Two guys are sharing a joint and are deep in conversation, but they're not in hearing distance.

Wherever the love-triangle of Stacey, Tina and Chris got to is a mystery, but you're glad the drama is nowhere near you.

Steve's pulled the skeleton hood off now, revealing tufts of messy brown hair. His heels are dug into the ground, and truth be told he's a little bit too tall for the set, but he swings slightly all the same.

The sky's pitch black but the tree above you has been bombarded with enough fairy lights to attract an entire moth family. The lights reflect in Steve's eyes.

"I'm sorry about Nancy, by the way." You don't know what makes you say it, but the words come out of your mouth anyway.

"Thanks, Y/N. I think you're actually the first person who's actually said that. Everyone else is glad that we’re done."

There's a tinge of hurt in Steve's voice, and he won't meet your gaze.

"Are you glad you’re done?" You ask even though you can already guess the answer from the look on his face.

"Yes, and no. I don't know. She's in love with someone else. I have to respect that. Maybe what we had was love, maybe it wasn't. Whatever."

You know it shouldn't, but his comments gains a laugh from you, "King Steve respecting women, who would have thought it?"

Steve cracks a small smile, almost painful, and suddenly you feel bad.

"Sorry." You say, "That was in bad taste."

He looks at you then, all soft eyes and skeleton makeup. "No, it's okay. You're not wrong."

There's a brief silence between the two of you, and you watch as the couple dressed as Fred and Daphne - who were arguing the last time you saw them - are stepping out of the back door in tandem. The guy’s hands are on the girl’s ass, her's are in his hair. They're snogging at a rapid rate, and not even looking where they're going. They find a tree, and start making out against it. Their kissing noises are off-putting.

"Well at least now I'm single I don't have to be embarrassing like that." Steve laughs, but the act seems perfunctory. "Anyway."

He stops swinging and looks at you, scanning you quickly before smiling. He leans over to poke you on the knee. "What about you?"

You frown, "What about me?"

Your question gains a smirk, "You know. Are you dating anyone? What's up in the world of Y/N?"

"Oh, well, not much." Your hand comes to the back of your neck, suddenly feeling awkward and exposed. Your fingers itch to be holding another bottle of beer - where was that liquid courage when you needed it?

"I'm single. Very. Always. And it's fine, I guess. Yeah. I'm fine."

Under all his face-paint, Steve's left eyebrow quirks up at you, "You sure?" He's trying to hide a smile, and you move to lightly hit his foot with your own.

"Shut up, Harrington."

"No, come on. You must have thought about someone though. Like the prom's coming up soon, who would you ask?"

You groan, burying your face into your hands. Fuck sake.

Steve moves then, you can feel it more than see it. You peek through your fingers to see him crouched in front of you, his hands coming to rest on your knees. There's a warmth radiating off him, one that you can't ignore.

"Y/N, why're you hiding from me?" Steve's voice is barely a whisper. It gains another spark down your spine, one that circles back around your body and straight into your heart.

You were going to have so much explaining to do when Robin got home.

"You." The words come out of your mouth in a mumble, and you're still hiding behind your fingers. Steve moves them for you. You become very aware of his hands on yours, the way his fingers interlock with yours and rest between your knees. It seems easy. It seems right.

"What was that?" You can tell he's not trying to be mean. He's genuinely curious. His fingers slip out from yours and you end up squeezing your fists tight.

"I'd ask you. You know, the version of you that isn't a dick, anyway."

Steve smiles so hard to the point where he ends up looking kinda goofy, and ultimately, a little bit pleased too.

So, you do the only thing you can think of. You push him with your knees and it sends him landing on his ass.

He guffaws, “Damn, I was right. Gotta stay away from Mr Miyagi."

You stand up and offer him your hand; he takes it.

Steve brushes himself off before looking at you again. He notices the tint in your cheeks, definitely not just from the alcohol this time.

"Tell you what, considering that I'm not cool or a dick anymore, do you think you could handle being friends? Go from there?" There's a gentleness in Steve's voice that fully convinces you maybe King Steve is dead for good.

Maybe tonight, dressed as Johnny Lawrence, there's some sort of symbolism there. The last night of being a bad boy.

You nod, embarrassed and endeared all at the same time. "Sure. Cool. Works for me."

Steve sticks his hand out, cracking another smile, "I'm Steve Harrington. Nice to meet you."

You can't help but laugh, even if you do take his hand and accept the shake. It's almost like a deal. A secret between the two of you. And you have no idea how it happened.

"Hi, Steve. You know, for someone who's been popular for a long time, being a corny loser kind of suits you."

"I guess so. Perhaps hanging around with you has that effect."

You're both smiling, but you hit Steve in the stomach all the same. It leads to an all out Miyagi-Do vs Cobra Kai fight, although you're not really throwing your punches and Steve's totally letting you win. But this is a friendship you didn't know you needed. Hell, maybe is was going to be more than a friendship. And it seems wonderful - an unexpected treat on a Halloween night.

#steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #cobra kai #stranger things #stranger things halloween #the karate kid

[kaicheri]

lights, camera, action…?

sub camboy!beomgyu x afab reader

warnings: streamer au, mommy kink, handjob, dirty talk, edging, ruined orgasm

wc: 2.2k

a/n: repost #???

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“ughh this is sooo boring just fuck alreadyyyy”

Oh, God. Beomgyu didn't see that comment too...right?

This isn't the first one that you've seen. In fact, it was one of the thousands pestering you two to fuck each other. The sexual tension that you and Beomgyu have been trying to sweep under the rug? Couldn't be worse than now.

Well, you can’t say for sure the feeling’s mutual, but on your side of the grass, things haven’t exactly been greener since he’s moved in with you two weeks ago.

Why?

Because…never mind, it’s nothing—he’s still your roommate, don’t think. Just don't.

“Oh, you stream?" he gasped hopefully and shook your hand fast, "Holy shit, me too!”

He might've come off a bit strong, but at least he was enthusiastic enough to introduce himself raw.

“Oh, really?” You asked, “What do you stream?”

You, for example, are an influencer who regularly reacts, and indulges in video games here and there—but apparently, your new friend decided to skip past the talking stage and fly right into it, feeling more than comfortable to admit that he was part of a much…ahem-

…naughtier community.

“You—you do porn?” you tried to hide the heat in your cheeks, and the surprise in your voice. or excitement, rather. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. or turned on.

You’d expected a gamer at the most… but a camboy? No way in hell.

It's just...he doesn’t really...look the part? Well, they’re usually always old, bald, or just plain unattractive (in which they’d opt for faceless camming). But maybe you were just exposed to the wrong ones.

“Uh, sorta?” scratching his head, Beomgyu frowned like he, too, was questioning himself—as if it was that hard to explain. “Not exactly, I…I haven’t actually fucked anyone on camera.”

…Or ever, actually, he wanted to confess. He's still a virgin dipping his feet fresh into the welcoming, warm waters of porn, and touching toes with his sexuality. Of course, he thought it’d be fun!

Plus, who doesn't like sex?

And as a young guy who claims to be “pretty on cameras and sexy on the main,” he’d decided, why not?

“Guys, it’s not what you think. We are not fucking,” you awkwardly chuckle, hands up matter-of-factly.

Well, you could…and it’s not like you haven’t ever thought about it—but still!

Point is, you still have a bit of respect for your roommate, so these intrusive thoughts gotta stay low.

…which is getting harder and harder to do, especially when there's always some extremely descriptive commenter fantasizing on the screen every five seconds.

You might as well just fuck him now in front of everybody so that they’d finally shut up about it. After all this isn’t even your audience—it’s his.

“never thought i’d see urdaddyy/n69 here lmfao”

“whats she doing with a camboy lol”

“nah they dating fs”

Sighing, you ignore the comments flooding onto the screen, continuing to interview the boy beside you—just about the system and how it works—in the event that your own streaming career does a one-eighty and flops all of a sudden.

“So...you just sit here and…touch yourself?”

“N-nah,” Beomgyu laughs, face bashful, “Well, I mean—yeah…but there’s more to it than that...”

“Like what?”

“Like, um, interacting with the fans!” He spreads his hands out towards the monitor to address said audience, “And asking how their day has been going, if they’ve eaten yet…you know, s-stuff like that.”

“Uh-huh…” you raise a brow, but he understands why you might question it.

“I-I know it seems like that’s the last thing they come on here for, but…they’re actually pretty nice,” he tries to explain softly.

“And you mentioned that you record…voice memos or something like that?”

“Oh, yeah. Sometimes, I record the audio only and post it onto Baetreon—which they also support! So I’m grateful for that,” he gives a thumbs up to the viewers and a precious smile.

“Y’know,” his voice softens, “as a pretty small streamer, I can't help but be thankful. The viewers…they mean the world to me.”

As you would’ve guessed, with his ability to be irresistible at all times, and the whole boyfriend-this-and-that image, it’s no surprise his marketing strat is so effective. The boy is smart, and knows exactly how to play the game.

That’s impressive, and you’ll admit kinda hot. Maybe you could, um…help him gain the recognition he deserves.

“Well, I have an idea. How about we give them a show?” you suddenly offer.

“What—what do you mean?”

“I’ll help you get off.”

“Wait, w-what??”

The chat goes wild.

“I said I’ll help you-“

But he has to hear that again to make sure, so he tugs on your sleeve and brings you into a whispering exchange behind his hand, hoping that the viewers can’t hear what’s next.

“Y-y/n, that’s,” he gulps, “that’s too risky!”

Well, yeah. A pretty well-rounded, medium-seized creator such as yourself would get into a load of shit because of this—but to be fair, what streamer hasn’t gotten into a scandal?

“Wouldn’t that ruin your career??” he whispers, obviously concerned.

“If it does, I’ll just quit streaming and join you instead.”

The last bit shocks him and he’s unsure of what it means.

“It means you won’t have to do solo shows anymore,” you chuckle, shrugging nonchalantly, “Plus, streaming sex does sound pretty fun. And… I get to fuck you as much as I want, right?”

Beomgyu’s jaw drops, surprised by how calm you are after so casually letting that slip.

“What?” you breathe out, almost laughing, “So…is that a no?”

“N-no, I mean—“

He takes a moment to calm himself, inhaling and then, exhaling sort of dramatically.

“W-what I meant to say was…I’m not opposed to the idea,” he admits quietly and lowers his gaze, scratching his neck. You didn’t think his blush could deepen.

“But are you sure you wanna…do this? Like, you’re being serious, serious right now?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, impatiently pulling his chair closer to yours, and Beomgyu completely freezes when he feels your arm snake around his precious, little waist.

“I mean, you’re always pleasuring yourself alone,” you whisper saccharinely, so dangerously close to his ear, “Why don’t I pleasure you this time?”

—————

“What do you think about when you touch yourself, pretty boy?”

He gulps, “I…I just read, a-ah, c-comments—“

“Pfft, the comments?” you scoff, “How pitiful.”

The poor boy hisses when you slightly tighten your grip on his cock, continuing to slowly—painfully—drag a mixture of his precum and your own sly spit all over him.

“Why read the comments when…I could be right here, next to you?” you lean in closer to his ear, “touching you just like this…”

Your hand swallows up his swollen, too-abnormally-fat-of-a-tip, and makes him whine out loud, all pathetic for everyone watching to hear.

“Aw, is it too much?” you pout and coo, clearly enjoying yourself as you put him through a different kind of torture.

“N-no-” Beomgyu shakes his head, brows knit and eyes shut tight like a stupid anime character.

“No, who?”

His whimpers and gasps are so, so fucking cute that you can’t help but grind a little on your chair, just watching him try to push words beyond his tight throat.

“N-no, mommy,” he swallows hard, “keep going, p-please…”

“Good boy.”

He deserves a little bit more, doesn’t he?

“God, you’re so…” you hiss in through your teeth as you loosen your grip to focus on increasing your speed, “so fucking good for me…”

Beomgyu’s mouth drops wide open and his back delicately arches against his gamer chair, giving you the perfect opportunity to pull his side up against your torso.

Face fucked out and parallel with the ceiling, he squeezes your thigh as to hold onto something—something close and comforting to level himself.

But at the rate of which you’re going on his pretty, little cock? There’s no way he can come down from the clouds now.

And especially when Beomgyu’s the master of edging himself, having the ability to control his pleasure levels and think about grandmas in time to prolong his pleasure is completely useless now that you have him in the palm of your sadistic hand.

“Too…too fast, mommy—“

You find him trying to hold back his moans and whimpers all silly. Oh, you’re gonna milk this boy until he’s gone.

“Aw, scared of cumming too soon?” you chuckle, “how embarrassing.”

You peek at the monitors, only to see all of them egging you on. Like yourself, the viewers want to see this poor boy become a cum-spurting mess—crying and squirting his children-carrying juice everywhere—all over your hand, keyboard, monitors, himself.

“No, you’re gonna hold it in for mommy, okay? No cumming until I say so.”

How could you put him through such…torture? It’s delicious—the way he looks, sounds, and smells like flowers. There’s nothing wrong with weeding out the bad in his cock.

But unfortunately, that would mean you’d have to pull at his precious, little petals, and tease up his leaves a bit. His lovely viewers deserve to see him suffer just as much as you do, facing his ultimate demise, the beginning of the beautiful end—an orgasm denial.

One that would leave him shaking and crying all pretty for the world to see.

The boy’s so stupid and desperate—so gullible and easily controlled—he has nothing else, but the various sensations of his cock driving him. He’ll do anything to cum at this point.

“I-I…I’ll hold it in, mommy, promise!” he blurts out, realizing that you slowing down might be worse for him, “Just…don’t s-stop, pleeease…”

He’s trying so hard to keep himself at bay with the kind of pace you’re using on him—and fuck, it’s so cute—obviously showing his efforts in the form of prominent neck veins, a deeply reddened face, and tears beginning to seep out from under tightly closed eyes.

“Baby, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.” He knows you’re fucking with his mind, even more so by leaning in close to press soft kisses on his neck where the veins are out.

“Poor, poor baby…“

“M-mommy, I- nng, can’t!” he cries out, feeling a fever kick in and his cock becoming numb from it all, “Please, I can’t…h-hold it anymore—“

He grabs onto you and his armrest tight, chest heaving and breathing so dramatically. It’d be a miracle if he doesn’t end up fainting by the end of this.

“Not yet,” you breathe out, speeding your strokes up, “just a little more for mommy—“

“Oh, mommy, please- let me cum, p-please!!” he squirms frantically in his chair, throbbing heavily in your wet hand.

Without saying a word back, you quicken your pace, putting him to the test—

Fine. If he can’t take simple orders like a good boy…

Beomgyu gasps and cries out loudly, hips beginning to thrust off the chair and into helpless sobs.

It’s only a matter of time before he finds out he’s fucking nothing but air.

Because bad boys don’t get rewards.

“Mommy, n-no!”

It’s too late.

You had already loosened your fingers around his crying cock, and now, the poor thing is pathetically swinging around in the air along with his needy hips, dripping of the tinniest essences that have failed to be milked completely.

He could’ve used his own hands to finish it off, but both were quickly held back by yours.

You have yet to release his dainty wrists from your tight hold, letting him whine in absolute tears. It wasn’t easy, but you were able to pull his shaking body back down into his chair again before he could fuck something random—anything in sight—but considering his position, he desperately tried to rub his thighs against his cock.

But there wasn't any use. Now, he’s left with tears staining his cheeks and a pitiful gaze down at his own swollen cock. Nothing but a few droplets on his trembling thighs.

It’s obvious he’d never had a ruined orgasm in his life, even when his audience has paid thousands in request. Poor Beomgyu just needed a push. So admittedly, the satisfaction was at least shared among you and his loyal fans.

“that was so fucking hot holy shit”

“couldn’t even last five mins”

“can u be my mommy too”

The reactions are all too good to your ego. And you’re glad to see that for the most part, everyone seems to have enjoyed it. You should definitely do this more.

Was he that much of a brat that the donations popping up screen have now doubled—no, tripled in size?!

There’s one comment that really catches your eye, though:

“i’ve seen every one of his streams and holy fuck…glad u put him in his place lmfao”

And here, you thought he was a good boy. Tsk, tsk.

Beomgyu’s not exactly…happy about the situation, but he knows this was a very deserved humiliation. And on the bright side, from what you've seen from his streams (secretly), he loves being humiliated, regardless.

“I should join your streams more often,” you tease, face pulling a grin that could devour him. “Mommy’s gonna play with your pretty, little cock for a very long time..."

Just then, the door swings open and presents yet another tall, young male you’ve never seen before, frozen in place with Starbucks cup in his hand and his mouth covered with the other.

"O-oh, I’m sorry," You turn to the frightened boy next to you, "Uh, Gyu, who is this-"

“Yeon-yeonjunnie hyung?”

#txt fics #txt smut #txt scenarios #choi beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fanfic #txt fanfic #txt imagines

[sexystevebuscemi]

RANK ALL THE STEVE BUSCEMI MOVIES/SHOWS YOU’VE SEEN GO GO GO GO

MJ YOU'RE AN ABSOLUTE GEM. ty for letting me go crazy here.... Side note I've typed this out twice and lost all my work twice. Third times the charm here.

Here's everything I have seen with Steve in it, including minor roles. I am NOT including his appearance in pulp fiction though (even if he was super cute).

THE OFFICIAL SEXYSTEVEBUSCEMI RANKING OF FILMS (that Steve is in) (that I have seen):

Parting Glances (1986): MY FAVORITE MOVIE EVER. my number one. My reason to live. Steve is so fucking cute in this and he also smacks himself in the face with a dildo and says he wishes he was a lesbian. Also this movie makes me cry every. Single. Time.

Fargo (1996): ONE OF MY TOP FIVE MOVIES EVERRRRRR a nearly perfect film in every respect. Steve Buscemi sex scene where you see his butt as well. The "driving in silence" monologue is my favorite bit. And Steve looks so fucking DELICIOUS in this one gdhdjdjd

Reservoir Dogs (1992): would I be a proper trans man without resdogs in the top five?? Tarantino I hate you for putting the n word in here. Steve looks so good it makes my chest hurt.

Ghost World (2001): he looks so fucking hot in this one... Also this movie is just SO. so fuckin good. I adore the bit of behind the scenes trivia about Steve hating Seymour for dating a girl fresh out of high school in the movie, so he'd immediately change clothes after shooting to distance himself from that character. Seymour I would. I would Do Things alright??

The Big Lebowski (1998): WAUGH SO GOOD. Bowling and Steve Buscemi, my two loves.... Seeing him bowl is goofy and I love his fucking haircut in this one I wanna run my hands through his hair!!! The coffee canister scene KILLS me every single time.

Barton Fink (1991): I gotta rewatch this one I remember it being good but other than that I don't remember shit

Boardwalk Empire (2010-2014): not a movie but I do what I want and he is so fucking sexy in this

Big Fish (2003): this movie was so cute I need to rewatch. Iirc he dances And wears suspenders in this one

Escape From LA (1996): fuck everyone this movie rocks. Steve plays a skunky character and I want to take him home

Monster House (2006): I loved this movie as a kid and YEAH I'm putting it above death of Stalin what about it...

Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead (1995): ok this one probs should be much further down, BUT. The mobster talk is so fucking funny in this AND Steve plays a guy called "Mr. Shh". Like he's shushing you. (wait that's hot....who said that...) Also this one holds a special spot in my heart bc I watched it w my friend Emma in like 2016 and it altered our vocabulary

The Death of Stalin (2017): BALD STEVE BALD STEVE BALD STEVE. kissing his bald head

Monsters, Inc (2001): a Classic imho

Portlandia (2011-2017): not a movie but I'm adding it anyway bc. The Celery Man bit Steve did was so fucking silly

Love In The Time of Money (2002): objectively bad but there's smth charming about it to me. Also Steve is REALLY fucking hot in this one idk what it issssss

Black Kites (1996): I'm too dumb to comprehend this one but Steve looks good

Hotel Transylvania (2012): cuteee

The Boss Baby (2017): ok sue me I watched this when I was on my period and it made me think of my relationship w my sibling and I may have cried ok

Monsters University (2013): don't rly remember this one either ghfghh

Hotel Transylvania 2 (2015): barely remember this one lol

Igor (2008): I remember this being cute, watched it as a kid when it came out

Mystery Train (1989): he was cute in this but that's p much it.

Armageddon (1998): dude, this one.... It's too long for what it is and not enough Steve to be worth it for me grhfjdkd

Youth In Revolt (2009): Steve was so dilfy in this I don't rly remember anything else though I watched this a million years ago when I was. Obsessed w Michael Cera of all things lmfao

G-Force (2009): very forgettable children's movie

The Wedding Singer (1998): STEVE WAS THE ONLY TOLERABLE PART OF GHIS MOVIE he looked cute as fuckkkk and hearing him sing was awesome I love you Steve..... Please don't work with Adam Sandler anymore I'm begging you....

The Incredible Burt Wonderstone (2013): this movie was Ass.

Grown Ups (2010): eughh

Hubie Halloween (2020): awful. Fuck you Adam Sandler.

The Ridiculous Six (2015): FUCK ADAM SANDLER HARD NO LUBE

#ok fuck wait ok i think i fixed it now #dichromaticdyke #answered #steve buscemi #personal

[cevansbrat0007]

Restroom Reservations

Summary: You encounter a rude heckler as you try to feed your baby at a local bistro. 

Warnings: Assholes, Protective Andy Barber, Public Breastfeeding, Angry Reader, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This is part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

___

“Oof.” You mutter as you slide into the booth with baby Bianca in tow. You and your little family were having a date at your favorite little coffee bistro. You’d opted for a spot in the back, just in case baby BiBi got fussy.  

“You okay, baby?” Andy asks as he slips in on the opposite side. He holds his arms out. “Need me to take her for a moment?”

“I’m fine, Andy. Just had a rough landing.” You smile at him. Your six-month-old coos up at you both, the little wiggle worm. “It’s almost time for her to eat, honey. Can you look in her diaper bag for a bottle, please?”

Your husband begins digging through the bag. And then he keeps digging, making you frown. “Baby, there’s nothing in here other than diapers and wipes. Oh, and that one rattle she really loves.” 

Fuck! Had you left them on the counter? What a goddamned waste.

He grimaces. “I think we left them -”

“On the counter?” You finish for him. “Yes, we did. Crap! Some parents we are…”

“There goes our trophy.” He mutters with a wink. 

“I blame your sexy ass. You cost us the title.” You tell him as you blow him a raspberry. “But really, it’s okay. I’ve got my little blanket so I can feed her here. I’m not that worried about it.”

Bianca coos at you again, offering you a sweet, gummy smile. Your baby girl was perfect. 

You go ahead and get yourself set up with your blanket as you adjust your top. BiBi needed to eat. Once she had a full belly, you were almost guaranteed that she would nap. 

“Aww shi - I mean crap!” Andy rumbles. Your husband was really trying to work on his language now that your baby had arrived. The man had quite the potty mouth. And you could not have your daughter walking into preschool referring to her peers as “hello you goddamned motherfuckers!”. 

It would not be a good look. So just no.

 ‘What’s wrong, honey?”

“My phone - it’s Jenkins. I need to take it. You two okay?” 

“We’re fine.” You assure him. “Go.”

“Thank you. I’m so sorry. I’ll be right back, my beautiful girls!”

Andy darts out of the booth. You couldn’t remember the specifics of this particular case, but you knew it was a tricky one. Putting that out of your mind, you adjust the cloth over your chest and hungry baby, before handling your drop cup nursing bra. You loved this damned thing. 

BiBi latches on immediately, thank goodness. Which is good for you, because honestly, your breasts were starting to feel just the tad bit uncomfortable. 

You’re okay for a while, just the two of you. She’s hungry, for which you’re grateful. That typically meant that she would want both breasts. 

“Um, excuse me.” You look up to see a man who must have been in his late fifties. 

“Hi, how can I help you?” 

“I think you should be doing this somewhere else.” He vaguely gestures to your nursing child. “This is not the place for that.”

“Excuse me?” You respond, right as BiBi chooses that time to bite down, making you wince. 

“It’s just that this is a family place. And nobody wants to see…well this.” What?

“Nobody can see anything, dude. And I’m not bothering you, so please go away.”

The man bounces on his heels for a moment. And then he scrubs a hand over his slightly balding head. “It’s just that this is something no one wants to see in public. So stop. If you’ve got to do it, then go to the bathroom or something, but have some respect for everybody else in here.”

Oh no you did not. You motherfucker.

“Okay, boo boo. If you don’t like it, don’t look.” You hiss at him. “I’m going to keep feeding my baby right here. And I promise you’ll be okay while I do it.”

The man, who’s rocking a little too much cologne and more than enough chest hair, doesn’t like that. “You’re making all of us uncomfortable, sweetheart.” He reiterates. 

You do a quick sweep of the room, and unsurprisingly, no one is looking at you. “I think I’m okay, honey. How about you get the hell away from me and my baby before I get angry?” You offer him your most unhinged smile. “My baby needs to eat and you’re disturbing her.”

“Well you’re disturbing me!” He snarls. “And I will go to management. I’m a regular here, so I can have you removed.” The asshole crosses his arms over his portly chest. 

Oh, you think you fancy, huh?

“Sugar Pie, if you don’t get away from me, I’m going to have to interrupt my baby’s meal to put you in the hospital. Would you like that?” Your glare is unflinching. Because if pushed, you would make sure that this man spent the rest of his life eating through a straw. 

“Oh, so now you’re threatening me?” Comes Mr. Dumbfuck’s indignant growl. 

“Nope. That was what I call a promise. Now leave us alone, please.” You check under your drape cloth to make sure your baby is okay.

“Disgusting.” The man grumbles under his breath.

“Yes, you are.” You snipe. “Good on you for being self aware.” The smile that you offer him is not a friendly one. 

“That’s it, lady. I’m going to -” He pauses as your husband walks back over your booth.

“What’s going on here?” Andy asks, clearly confused as he takes in the scene.

“Oh, hi! Welcome back, baby. This stupid man is convinced that I’m disturbing him by feeding our baby. Right here. Right now.” Andy’s posture immediately stiffens and his muscles swell, letting you know he’s ready for a fight. My hubby is gonna hurt you, Mr. Port Port.

“Is that right?” Andy snarls softly. “You got a problem with my girls, man?” Mr. Port Port starts to quiver just a little as he takes in your husband’s imposing form.  

“I, uh, it’s just, I wish she would do it somewhere else. And I told her that.” He waves his hand at you. 

Oh look, that one vein in Andy’s temple was throbbing. Oops. 

“He wants BiBi to go eat in the bathroom.” You tell your irate husband. “Because he’s uncomfortable.” The evil smile that graces your lips is surely one for the books. 

“Oh really?” Andy snarls quietly. He’s so pissed you’re surprised he’s not crawling on the ceiling. “So my baby should go eat in the bathroom, where people piss and shit? Did I get that right?”

“Well, it’s just, I mean...” Mr. Dumbass responds. “It’s about being considerate to the rest of us. I just sat down with my food and now I have to look at this! You understand.”

You gently bounce BiBi as she continues to nurse. This man was an idiot.

“Ah, okay. I’m so sorry you had to go through this.” Andy nods. “And where are you sitting? I’d like to take care of your meal.”

Mr. Port Port offers you a satisfied smile. “Right there, sir. Thank you so much. Women these days just don’t understand - wait!”

You watch with demented glee as your husband picks up the man’s food and confidently walks it towards the restroom. After a quick moment, Andy reemerges, sans plate. And then he puts his large, imposing hand on Mr. Port Port’s shoulder, squeezing just a little too hard. 

“Neither one of my girls deserves to eat in a goddamned bathroom. Not now. Not ever. You got a problem with my wife taking care of my child? Then you mind your motherfucking business and go eat somewhere else.” 

You can’t contain your giggle. Your husband had a whole scary, sexy vibe going. 

“May I suggest the second stall on the right? Your scramble is waiting for you.”

END

#Chris Evans #andy barber #chris evans smut #andy barber smut #chris evans black!reader #andy barber black!reader #chris evans woc!reader #andy barber woc!reader #chris evans fanfic #andy barber fanfic #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #Cevansbrat0007 fic #cevansbrat0007growing pains series

[weasleywinchester]

Ladies, Please

Din x force sensitive reader (featuring Fennec Shand and Boba Fett)

Eyyy oooh! Happy May the 4th!! I’ve decided to share this little Mando fic (which will probably end up in the multi-chapter one I’m writing) on this fine holiday! Enjoy some fun with Fennec!

Warnings: cursing, fighting, implied sexy times

Summary: Apparently you and Fennec feel the need to protect your Mandalorians.

“Mando…” you call after him, walking a bit faster to catch up. His helmet rotates toward you just enough to let you know he heard you.

“I think we’re being followed.” You state, your eyes searching along the rooftops of the bazar.

He stops in his tracks, doing a quick scan of the area. Unfortunately you weren’t paying attention and ram right into the jet pack.

“Fuck.” You moan, rubbing your chest.

“I don’t see anyone.” His voice crackles through his modulator.

You eyes quickly dart around just in time to see a figure in black duck behind a stall.

“I’ll be right back.” You say over your shoulder. Mando sighs and follows; ever since he told you the kid was returned to his kind, you’ve been on edge about everything and everyone.

You walk trough the nearest archway, your eyes scanning the courtyard in front of you. A black figure falls from their perch and tackles you to the ground. You manage get your knees in between them and you, pushing them off. You barely have time to get to your feet before you get a swift kick to the ribs. You grab a hold of their leg sweeping the other out from under them.

“Think we should say something?” A voice asks from around the corner.

“Yes.” Mando answers, turning to a very familiar Mandalorian in green. Both watch as you two roll around on the ground trying to overpower each other. You both are skilled in hand to hand combat, which is why neither Din nor Boba are concerned that one of you will hurt the other.

“Ladies.” Boba booms and you freeze mid punch as Fennec’s leg hooks around your neck. “That’s enough.”

“You know her?” You both ask in unison.

“Yes. They helped us once.” Mando says. You sigh, he said us; you release the tension in your body and the woman unwraps herself from you.

“(Y/N), Fennec Shand and Boba Fett.” Mando Gestures between the two. You and Fennec share a nod before turning to Boba Fett. He unhooks his helmet, sliding it off to reveal his tanned face.

Your inhale is sharp, your eyes greedily taking in every detail of his face. How his bald head reflects the light, his forehead wrinkles are deep, and how his eyes seem to twinkle as he looks between you and Mando.

“I see you’ve added another member to your clan.” Boba comments. Din answers but your brain can’t fully focus on anything besides the fact that Boba Fett’s helmet is off.

He’s smiling… Does Din smile? Does he ever smile at you? Surely it’s just as, if not more, beautiful than Boba Fett’s. Boba’s head is very shiny… Din has hair, is it sweaty under the helmet? His hair never felt sweaty…

“(Y/N)?” Mando asks, his hand lightly touching your arm.

“What?”

“Fennec will show you around, Mando and I have a few things to discuss.” Boba kindly repeats, giving you a small smile.

You and Fennec share a disapproving look.

“Try not to get into a life threatening situation.” You grumble.

“If you do, just remember you asked us to leave.” Fennec adds, raising an eyebrow at the two. They both give a slight bow and the two of you take your leave.

“Sorry about the little guy. Seemed like he would be in Mando’s care for longer.” Fennec whispers, not sure where to start. She doesn’t do small talk… or girl talk for that matter.

“We thought so too.” You clear your throat. “So you and Boba are…” you ask.

“Partners.” Fennec automatically answers; which she realizes doesn’t clear up anything. “Business partners.” She quickly adds.

You nod; so far you haven’t run across another pair like you and Din. You hoped maybe there would be one to clarify some of the rules that The Armorer has been vague about.

“What are you to Din Djarin?” She asks, her curiosity getting the better of her. You come to a halt, you’ve never heard anyone besides yourself and the armorer say his name. “Did you not know his name?”

“I do. I didn’t know anyone else did.” You shrug. “But I’m his… girlfriend I suppose.” Din never defined your relationship, but it’s been a monogamous one so you just assume…

“So you’ve been… together?” Fennec inquires, her nose scrunching at the thought of having to… gross.

“You and Boba never—“

“Absolutely not.”

“Alrighty then.” You put your hands up in surrender. “Does he always… take his helmet off?” You figured just from his armor color alone that he was a different kind of Mandalorian, but you didn’t think the helmet thing was up for negotiation.

“Yes. Din is a part of a very… old Mandalorian group.”

“A Mandalorian cult.” You clarify. You’ve done a lot of reading over the months of travel, picking up any books about Mandalore. You even found a journal of one of the queens.

“Since you’re a part of his clan are you able to see his face?” She asks. The way you stared at Boba means either you have seen Din’s face and we’re taken aback by Boba showing you, a stranger, his; or you haven’t seen Din’s. Which, by your body language alone, Fennec gathered the connection was strong.

“No.” You answer. That would be the answer you’d give until you were dead.

“How can you love someone you’ve never seen? What happens if he’s hideous, or old?”

“Then the mask stays on forever.” You laugh. “I think if we got married I would be able to see his face.”

“And you’re not married yet because?” She asks. Seems only logical.

“I don’t want him to marry me just so I can see his face! Din takes his creed very seriously. And I take marriage seriously.”

Fennec nods, processing your predicament. “You’ve never seen even a little bit of his face?” Surely the amount of time you two spend together you would have seen something.

“I—” you don’t know this woman, but something about her makes you trust her, “I saw a reflection once.”

Fennec turns to you, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I turned the lights on before he had his helmet back on. My brain has spent many nights trying to fill in the missing pieces.” You confess, kicking a rock out of your way.

“If he protects you the way you protect him, I’m sure you’ll be married in no time.” She awkwardly pats your arm. She thinks you’re both nuts for following that rule, but the sentiment is true.

#din dijarin x reader #mando x reader #fennec shand #the book of boba fett #boba fett #the mandalorian #star wars fanfiction #fluff

[emeritus-fuckers]

Okay I neeeeeeed Halloween headcanons. What would the papas dress up as

I was tempted to include Daddy Jimmy, but I don't think he'd dress up? I will make something with him soon, though - Jez

What would the Papas (+Sister Imperator) dress up as for Halloween?

Primo

While at his current age he doesn't dress up anymore, when his brothers were little, he'd dress up with them. It was never much, but he did his best. Even if all three of them just wore the typical sheet ghost costumes.

Secondo

This is a tough one, but since his usual facepaint is relatively detailed, so I think he'd be pretty good at artistic make-up and characterization, so I can see him doing some creepy, bloody make-up. Or, if he's up to it, maybe he'd even dress up as Phantom of the Opera... But bald.

Terzo

Doctor Frank-N-Furter. Tim Curry's version, back from 1975. If he didn't get that, he's wearing a stripper outfit. Most likely a cop. But like... The typical feminine sexy cop outfit. With fishnets and high heels.

Copia

We all know he puts on a rat onesie. He had handsewn multiple pockets onto it so he can carry his rats around.

Old Papa Nihil

He'd probably wear something stupid but insist it looks hot as fuck. I can see him dressing up like Freddy Krueger for some reason.

Young Papa Nihil

Y'all know the feathery boa outfit The Stupendium wore in the Vending Machine of Love music video? Something like that. Something brightly colored and feathery, which kinda makes him look like an old pimp. Like that pimp guy from Hazbin Hotel that everyone hates. I watched that when it first came out, I don't remember what he was called.

Sister Imperator (applies to both young and old)

I feel like she's not big on Halloween, but just to keep up the spirit in the Ministry, she might put on some glowing devil horns on her head.

#ghost band #ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus i #papa nihil #primo #secondo #terzo #cardinal copia #sister imperator