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anabdaniels · 27 days

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A taste of what you asked for

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female reader

Summary: Jack decides to prove you that not only his mustache can have a porn vibe.

Word counting: 1.6k

Rating: +18

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, love bites, creampie, rough sex (but not that rough), undertones of the author's polemic opinions toward some sex positions, Jack being a talented bastard when it comes to sex.

A/N: I'll not explain myself about this one hahaha. I saw a tweet of a girl complaining about her boyfriend shaving his mustache without warning her beforehand and my brain started to work.

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Unworriedly scrolling your phone, you were lying on your back on the bed while you could hear Jack’s little noises while taking care of his beloved mustache in the en-suite bathroom. A few minutes later you heard the shower running and smiled as you smelled the scent of your shampoo that Jack swore you would never notice he casually stole.

When Jack came out of the bathroom only with the towel wrapped around his waist you didn’t waste the chance to take a look at him, analyzing every part of your handsome husband. Noticing your attention over him, Jack approached the bed with a smirk, crawling on the mattress to get close to you, planting a teasing kiss on your shoulder as he settled by your side.

You stopped for a moment, realizing that something seemed out of place, not realizing what it was immediately, but needed no more than a couple seconds to find out, sitting on the bed with an intrigued expression.

“No, you can't have done this.” You said in pure perplexity while touching the spot at Jack’s face where his sideburns were supposed to be “Daniels you haven't.”

“Why do you seem so surprised, sweetheart?” Jack laughed pulling you to lay on top of him “I told you I was considering doing it a few days ago, remember?”

“I thought you were just bluffing about shaving your sideburns, I didn't believe you would betray me like that.” You explained while still running your fingers on the sides of his face.

“Betray you?” Jack raised an eyebrow with a curious grin while caressing the sides of your body.

“How should I feel with you casually showing up with your sideburns shaved without giving me a single warning before?” you raised both of your eyebrows as you got comfortable on top of him “If you ever dare to touch this mustache, you'll be a divorced man.”

“Y’know I would never damage my mustache, sugar. But now you tempted me just for the sake of seeing you this mad about it.” He retorted in his cocky manner, making you roll your eyes.

“You really can’t spend a day without being bitchy, hum?” you said softly slapping his bicep.

“Jesus Christ, you’re the first woman that gets pissed because your husband cares about looking good.” Jack pinched your cheek teasingly, with that damn seductive smirk on his lips.

“I never said that.” You contradicted promptly, lifting your head from his chest to look at his face “What got me was the surprise element.”

“So you’re not that unhappy at all.” He concluded while grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Of course not, I mean, I had nothing against your 70s porn sideburns and mustache combo, but I ain’t finding any problem with the new look.” You squinted at the moment he burst into a laugh.

“70s porn, honey? Really?” he questioned raising one eyebrow, still smirking.

“I haven’t created the concept.” You shrugged, biting your bottom lip as he rolled on the bed, letting you underneath him.

“But something tells me you enjoy the whole thing.”

“I do actually.” You confirmed while your idle hands moved to unwrap the towel off his waist, smiling satisfied as you saw his cock proudly erect.

“Then I may give you a bit of help to keep your little fantasies fed.” Jack spoke as his hands moved under your dress, lifting it and getting you rid of it with no ceremony. You intended to ask what he was planning, but he gave you no time as he flipped you on the bed and started to trail kisses down your spine, making you shiver all over.

As he did with your dress, Jack got rid of your panties, smiling at the sight of you so beautifully relaxed on the bed. Not wanting to waste such an opportunity, he squeezed your thighs and kissed your lower back, moving down to kiss your rear, only moving forward after biting one of your buttcheeks. Carefully, Jack grabbed your hips, lifting them until your knees were resting on the mattress; he wasn’t a jerk, Jack perfectly remembered how you warned him that having you on all fours was completely out of the question, unless it was for a bit of harmless foreplay, so you knew exactly how that was going to end even before you felt another soft bite on your butt.

Wanting to appreciate that great view of you spread open right in front of him, Jack took his time, kissing all over your thighs, hips, and ass before starting to approach your already wet core. He savored and covered with kisses every inch of skin from your outer lips, then to the inner lips, causing you to whine and smash the nearest pillow you could reach when his low groan reverberated against your pussy as his tongue buried on your entrance. You didn’t even try to keep rested on your elbows, letting your face and chest sink into the bed as you unconsciously pranced up your rear against his face, contorting and whimpering more at every move of his tongue.

Giving you no chance to foresee it, Jack moved ahead, sucking your swollen clit as his hands gently massaged your ass, getting you completely out of your mind as you sighed, moaned, and bit the pillow you were squeezing, feeling your heart beating on your throat and your breath messed while you concentrated on enjoy the marvelous work of his mouth on your clit accompanied by the sporadic little nudges of his nose on your entrance. You did the best you could to keep yourself together for a little longer, but Jack knew way too well what he was doing to give you a chance to keep your composure, so you followed your body’s urges, moving your hips along with his tongue, arching your back and crying out when you finally got your release, feeling your strength vanishing and your hips falling back on the bed as the effects of your orgasm spread all over your body.

You were more than ready to just lay down completely boneless for a few minutes, but of course, that wouldn’t going to happen yet, after all, Jack Daniels wasn’t a man of left a task unfinished or play at work, if you thought that his mustache alone passed a 70s porn vibe, then he would provide you with a performance that matched your opinions.

After gently apart your legs, Jack placed himself between them, resting his elbows on the bed while kissing your shoulder and the curve of your neck. When you were recomposed enough to turn your head and look at him, no second thoughts were necessary for him to go on and kiss you hungrily, moving his tongue into your mouth as his torso was softly pressed against your back. You choked on your breath as he smoothly moved inside you, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix softly and it kept like that even with his thrusts not being precisely gentle; of course, Jack was more than aware that too much energy on his move could end up with your cervix being hit in a not so pleasant way, but he also knew very well how to manage his pace to not cause you any discomfort, even while railing you so energetically like that.

As your head leaned back for you to catch your breath, Jack couldn’t help but grin at the beautiful sight of you taken by the pleasure he was providing you with, feeling his urge for every inch of your body growing wilder. He passed one arm around the upper part of your torso, keeping your shoulders pressed against his chest while he covered you with kisses and praises, wondering how he could be so lucky to have you to call his, to love dearly every day and fuck well every night.

Even feeling like your body was out of control, you managed to move one hand back, resting it on Jack’s nape and grabbing his hair tight. He sighed heavily and rested his head against yours, only then giving you the chance to realize how good it felt to rub your face against his without a sideburn scratching your cheek. Your free hand rested on Jack's forearm that was holding you close, your nails digging into his skin as your cunt became more sensitive to his steady rough pace, making you pulse involuntarily around his already throbbing cock. As it became more common with the passing time you were married and knew better how each other’s bodies worked, you and Jack fell apart together, remaining at the mess of tangled limbs you two had become while both of you enjoyed your orgasms.

At the very moment Jack moved to lay on his back on the bed, he pulled you to rest on his chest, caressing your back and kissing the top of your head. You made sure to snuggle yourself comfortably, letting one leg on top of him. He smiled at the very moment he saw the slight mark of his teeth on your butt and caressed the spot gently, making you moan quietly and move one hand to his face, letting your fingers move along, taking a little long on the region his sideburns used to be.

“You’ll really not forgive me for that?” he questioned playfully, looking at you.

“On the contrary, I was actually planning to tell you to keep like this. I can live happily having only your mustache.” You admitted looking at him with a smile, chuckling when he shook his head.

“You’ll be the death of me someday, sugarcube.” Jack rested one hand on your cheek, leaning to give you a gentle peck on the lips before nestling you even more between his arms.

@missladym1981

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey fic #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #jack daniels #jack whiskey daniels #Kingsman: the golden circle #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedrostories

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beybuniki · 6 days

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currently enjoying experiencing the facial hair+body hair changes of T for the first time and i think bakugo could grow stubble like his dad but hed fucking hate it hed be like 'i look like a bum'. i think deku wont be able to grow facial hair till 3rd year and if he does its gonna be a beard that starts at the neck sorry king im inflicting this curse on him also. i think hed try to stay clean shaven but its deku you know he gets in the hyperfix zone for 3 days and starts getting a shadow

i think monoma would have hair come in on his upper lip, think of present mic, and be so viscerally overwhelmed on the spot he waxes it off immediately. he cant live like that. the cringe is too much hes just doomed to be babyfaced forever i know his skincare routine must be so intense though meanwhile kendous using that cracking hand balm and irish spring soap and it drives him insane. . DOES TETSU EVEN GROW BODY HAIR like his lashes are so specialized he may just be lacking bc his quirk completely smoothes over serrated edges would be no good

and naturally with ibara i get the question often if i think all of her body hair is plant also which i say no because we see she has eyebrows and shit and i see the plant as more of a symbiotic organism that has no real need to sprout from such small pores when the roots are so cephalized however i MUST admit there is humor in the concept that any shaving would have to come in the form of a tiny little lawnmower or some shit. but i think its much more likely for kamui woods since his hair is leaves and he exhibits stemming properties across any woody surface of his body. quirks make thinking about the endocrine system really fun sorry i <3 you integumentary system

bakugo with a moustache is so scray he better shave that off

deku forgetting to shave ... real

monoma rlly would wax it and tbh he has to, i dont think it would suit his face

i think ibara keeps it a secret to stay mysterious legenddd

#beybunaski

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eluminium · 2 years

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Useless Facts about ImpulseSV: the post

Welcome to “Useless Facts about Impulse”. The title says it all. I am Eluminium, that one fuck who decided to watch every single Impulse hermitcraft season and actually fucking did it, and I have a bunch of completely useless knowledge from it now. AND I SHALL SHARE IT WITH YOU SO YOU TOO MAY ALSO BE ENLIGHTENED! Also cuz i’m bored as shit (Btw i’ll probably keep adding onto this post as I remember or gain more useless knowledge) People who’ve blessed this post with more facts: @bucket-of-amethyst @tsukinouta LET THE FACTS BEGIN! First addition of facts: August 7th 2022

-Out of every single base Impulse has constructed on Hermitcraft, 3 and a half of them have featured water as a major design element. These would be the City of Atlantis (S5), iBay (S6), The Pyramid (S7), and the half is his “starter base” temple (S3). (I count it as a half because he spent a considerable amount of time designing it but it isn’t his main base so to say.) -Impulse has two seasons of Hermitcraft that are the exact same lenght in terms of episodes, these being S3 and S4, both having 57 episodes. -Impulse’s longest season is S6 with 113 episodes, and his shortest is S8 with 35 episodes -Out of every base Impulse has built, only 2 of them do not feature his logo on the inside or outside in it’s final design. These are iBay (S6) and The Pyramid (S7)

-Impulse is shorter then Bdubs IRL. Bdubs claims to be 5′10 while Impulse claims to be 5′8. This makes fanon extremely hilarious

-In S4, the safe rooms Impulse and Tango constructed in the Wither Skeleton farm were called “The Sissy Room”, but only for one episode. After that it’s never mentioned again.

-Impulse’s wife (Ms. Impulse) has never touched Minecraft because she’s an interior designer and would most likely disappear off the face of the Earth if she ever let herself play the game. It hasn’t stopped Impulse from trying a few times though.

-Impulse has a habit of biting off more than he can chew. In 4 out of 7 seasons he’s been in there have been obvious projects that were never finished. These are in order: The roof of his and Tango’s shared Mega Base (S3), A fair amount of The City of Atlantis (S5), The missing farms on the Phinias Board (S7) and the interior of The Candy Factory (S8)

-Impulse’s current keyboard (At the time of writing) was custom made by his son

-In both S3 and S7, Impulse used the exact same floor desgin and armor stand gimmick for his Patreon Monument.

-One of the reasons Impulse and Skizzleman remain such close friends today was because he found a book on networking on Skizz’s bedroom floor when they were both looking to go to a new collage. They both went to the same Networking class after Impulse suggested it and have been glued together ever since. -They absolutely hated that networking class though

-Impulse has had 4 piercings in total. One in the tongue, one eyebrow one, one nipple, and one in the ear. Both the eyebrow one and the nipple one were taken out after they got caught on various zippers, and the ear one was something he did together with his drumline. None of them survived to the present day though.

-Impulse has sold enchanting related things in 4 out of 7 seasons (S4 S5 S6 S9)

-Impulse used to be completely bald and beardless until he grew out his hair and a beard for a No Shave November challange and people said it fit him. He hasn’t returned to baldness since that (At the time of writing) -Every since their introduction, Impulse always carries a totem on him. Although he has a resource pack that makes the totem invisible in first person so it won’t block up the screen as much.

-His Guardian Goodies shop building in S7 is an exact replica of a Guardian “shop” (everything was free) xB designed in S3

-Impulse has won every single “How to Kill” compitition, and with the exact same concept to boot. In “How to Kill a Doc” he made a bunch of traps that looked like the final blow but weren’t, instead having the killing strike be deliver by Impulse himself. In “How to Kill a Tango” he did the exact same thing, although the final blow should have been delt by a Magma Cube instead. Both of these killing machines also share similar surprises. Both involve fire charges (One from dispensers, one from a live Ghast), anvil launchers and TNT. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it i suppose?

-Impulse actually bought the “copyright rights” to the “i” brand from Iskall in S6 so he could keep iTrade open without confusion. Never got something similar from iJevin thought.

-When S6 updated to the villager update, Impulse managed to obtain a glitched Farmer Villager who never locked up his trades no matter how much you traded with him. Although he did lose a fair amount of villagers in iTrade too, so it was more a soul for a soul.

-The only season Impulse was part of that never had Elytras was ironically S3, the one with amplified terrain.

-The first time Impulse properly tested out the Elytra, it lagged so bad he died from fall damage by falling into Xisumas Guardian Farm. The elytra refused to open.

-Impulse and Tango has had an agreement since Impulse joined in S3 that they can take certain resources from each other’s storages and farms without asking before hand. They call this “Mi casa, Ti casa” or “My house, your house”.

-In 4 out of 7 seasons, Impulse has had at least one entire video that centers around either a request from xB, or featuring xB himself. (S3 S4 S5 S7)

-The “SV” in impulseSV could be read as “impulsive” but it actually stands for Impulse’s IRL initials

-Impulse was introduced to Minecraft via his son, who wanted to get into gaming. Impulse mostly played shooters but he didn’t want his kid to play those types of games at his age, so a coworker suggested Minecraft. Although his kid didn’t know anything about the game, so he had to hop on and learn too.

-Impulse plays Minecraft with an inverted mouse. This is because he got so used to flying helicopters in various shooters it made more sense to his brain that dragging the mouse down means up, and pushing it up means down.

-Impulse started out as a fan of Tango’s until he learned that he and Tango are pretty similar in age and in video style. So he e-mailed Tango about a collab and he accepted. Later they learned they lived incredibly close to each other and went out for some “sodas” (aka BEERS). The rest is history.

-The name Impulse along with the black and yellow colour scheme is something Impulse stole from his drumcore’s name and colour scheme. His favourite colour is actually purple.

-Impulse and Skizz live in the same neighbourhood (at the time of writing)

Second addition of facts 9th of August 2022

-Impulse has a dog (specifically a Border Collie) named Prim and a cat named Luna. Luna was a gift for his older daughter. Impulse wasn’t the biggest fan of cats until his wife got one, and he fell in love as well.

-He and Skizz have been best friends for over 25 years (at the time of writing)

-Impulse has a collage degree in computer information systems, because he was too spooked by a full on computer science degree.

-Despite being born in Iowa. Impulse has lived in Arizona since he was 5 years old.

-Impulse was born in 1981. Skizz is 2 years older. You do the math.

-Impulse ain’t no single child, he has a sister who once saved him from drowning. This was after he had colided with a boat on a Jetski as a kid.

-Impulse is a father of 3, his oldest is heading to collage (at the time of writing) and his youngest is 10.

-If any government or HOA people asks what Impulse’s new studio is (at the time of writing), it’s totally just a guest house. nothing else. nothing to see here.

-He met his wife in collage.

-His channel was originally made to be a sort of memory box of him and his son playing games together.

-His wife has a Etsy store where she sells custom made jewlery. It’s called Desert Medows Design (it’s actually pretty sick ngl)

-Impusle is a pretty big “sportsball” (aka Sports) fan and usually brings it up in streams. Not for long though considering he recognises that most people who watch him aren’t that into sportsball (his words not mine. honestly though it is pretty cool to listen to, could be just a me thing.)

Third addition of facts 12th of August 2022

-Impulse has a back injury that appearenly reappears to cause problems sometimes. He got it from playing Volleyball one time and messed up a muscle in his back when jumping. According to the man himself, when that pain flares back up it can leave him stranded on the couch with ice packs and heatpads for a fair while.

-According to Skizzleman, Impulse doesn’t handle blood very well. He got hit in the face with a pizza box once and the bleed he got from that made him serverly nauseous.

-Impulse has a slight gluten intolerance Fourth addition of facts 18th of August 2022

-Impulse has back teeth retainers.

-Impulse hates olives. Like “Will throw up” levels of hate. He shares this hatred with Tango.

(thats enough for now but i’ll probably add more as i think them up)

#el speaketh #dose of impulse #El's Impulsive Impulse Journey #impulsesv #hermitcraft season 3 #hermitcraft season 4 #hermitcraft season 5 #hermitcraft season 6 #hermitcraft season 7 #hermitcraft season 8 #hermitcraft season 9 #hermitblr #hermitcraft #i do not have a problem what are you talking about #Impuse list of facts

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cannedbeefaroni · 7 months

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hii i really enjoyed your nsfw alphabet for eli sunday, i was wondering if you could write one for klitz? thanks hehe :3

Timothy Klitz NSFW Alphabet

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

He’s so caring and sweet. He holds his partner close and kisses their forehead. Usually he likes to cuddle and take a nap together after sex. He’s a very sleepy guy.

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

Tiddies. He likes boobs. Even on a guy he likes the chest area, whether it be more soft and squishy or toned. By proxy he really likes nipples and areolas.

His partner would obviously like his dick. He’s hung like a horse.

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

He likes to cum on his partner's face. Also their chest if given the chance. He likes seeing them covered in him.

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

He, like, totally has a crush on Eli. He also is an underwear thief. Yeah, it’s literally true. Becky told me.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He kissed a girl for a school play once and she instantly started crying and threw up.

Yeah he’s a virgin.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press, because he’s romantic and sentimental and want to look into his partners eyes while they make love <3

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

Yes. He will randomly say something that takes them out of the mood. He also sometimes makes cringe little jokes. A little bit of a jokester he is.

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

Smoother than a baby’s butt. He shaves everything. Even his ass crack.

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

He’s so romantic. He will proclaim his undying love during sex. He doesn’t even like calling it sex, he says love making.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

He sometimes does mutual masturbation with Eli. Uh it’s not gay if their dicks don’t touch. But maybe it is *eyebrow raise*

Yeah he masturbates like twice a day.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He likes brat taming. He loves it when his partner is being annoying and whiny and he has to put them in their place, but he wouldn’t admit it. Overall he likes sub/dom dynamics like degradation and praise. He’s also into voyeurism and exhibitionism in theory, but in practice he’s hesitant about it. I don’t think he’d be all that freaky besides that.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He thinks it’s freaky to have sex anywhere else but a bed. So like on a desk or in a chair or against a wall would be super kinky to him. If he had public sex he’d combust.

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

A beautiful soul :)

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

He wouldn’t do non monogamy or casual hookups. He wants to be entirely devoted and loyal to one person and only make love to them.

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

He’s not very good at giving oral, but he fucking loves getting his dick sucked. He also loves throat fucking.

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

He likes to go slow and sensual. If given permission he’ll go faster and rougher, but he’s not into that all the time.

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

He likes them in concept but he would always end up wanting more. Usually afterward he’d still feel needy.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Sometimes. He likes to play it safe but on occasion he likes to get freaky.

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

I think he’d have good stamina. *gets booed and has objects thrown at me*

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

He has a flesh light but doesn’t use it because it’s a bitch to clean out. I don’t think he’d be experienced with using toys during sex but he’d be open to trying.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He only teases as punishment. If his partner is well behaved he’d be super sweet. But once they give him attitude he’s very willing to deny their orgasm.

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

He’d be quiet, but he makes a good amount of noise. Little high pitched “uh, uh, uh”s for the most part. He kinda sounds like a girl when he moans.

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

If Eli asked him to be in a porno that he's directing, he would do it.

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

His dick is like 8 inches. Very intimidating. It’s disproportionate to his lanky body. It’s pretty thick. He’s circumcised (duh, he’s Jewish. At least I think he is). He has cute little sensitive perky nipples.

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

He’s pretty good at hiding his sex drive. He can act like he doesn’t care if he dates anyone or not. He doesn’t expect people to find him attractive. Internally he really really just wants to fuck something.

Z = Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He’s a sleepy guy. He likes to cuddle and snooze. He’s the type of person to get no sleep because he spends all night studying, so he can fall asleep in an instant.

#i've neglected klitz im sorry :(#timothy klitz #timothy klitz x reader #klitz x eli #the girl next door #danonation #danocel

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st4rdust-ch0rds · 2 years

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Fresh || J.M. Kiszka

pairing: josh kiszka x reader

word count: 2308

warnings: 18+ CONTENT! MINORS DNI! oral (m/f receiving), fingering. mullet!josh.

summary: josh surprises you with a new haircut, and he receives a good review.

a/n: i haven’t written smut in so long, but somehow the new cut has inspired me to make this. i apologize if this is lack luster, but hey, it’s a valiant effort in my opinion.

You have spent the past few months following Josh and the band around on tour with few and brief breaks in between. Currently, the band was on a ten-day break from the second North American leg of the tour, allowing you to find some reprieve in your home. Normally you would spend this time catching up on laundry, clearing out old food that went bad in the fridge while you were away, or with Josh to make up for some alone time.

Josh was out of the house for the day to do some studio work and “run some errands,” as he said. One of the errands included going to the hairdresser. This wasn’t too out of the ordinary for him to do since he would go every so often to get the dead ends off for his hair to maintain its signature shape. Ever since you and Josh started dating, he has stayed consistent with his hairstyle. It would change from being a bit too short or a bit too long every now and then, but nothing super crazy. You were obviously aware of his former hairstyles, but you were only used to his current style.

It was about 3pm when you decided to call it a day on doing chores. You knew you probably should have kept going, but you had nothing else to do for the next few days and decided to pace yourself. You were in the midst of watching TV when Josh called your phone.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey, hun, I just left the hairdresser and I’ll be home in about 15 minutes. I have to drop Sammy off first.” Josh said.

“You won’t believe what Josh did!” Sammy shouts from the passenger seat. Your brows furrowed at his statement.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Nothing, nothing,” Josh affirmed, “He means nothing. I’ll see you soon.” You exchanged your replies and ended the call.

The hell did Josh do? You thought. You became unnecessarily unsettled by Sam’s comment. He probably didn’t mean anything by it and just wanted to create drama for fun. Before Josh left for the morning, he didn’t mention what he was doing with his hair. Even when he had intentions of booking an appointment, he didn’t express his desire to possibly change his hair. You refocused your attention on your show when you heard the front door unlock. The couch in your living room faces away from the front door, having you to fully turn your body around to look at Josh.

“Hello,” Josh drew out the last syllable like a note. Instantly your jaw dropped, eyes going wide. Josh stopped in his tracks, “What’s up?”

“‘What’s up?’ That’s ‘what's up,’” You pointed at his hair. He had buzzed the sides of his hair making his hair into a mullet. It looked very similar to how his hair looked during the early days of the band, which you have shamelessly expressed your love for.

Josh ran his hand on the freshly shaved sides around his ears, blushing a bit. You darted up from your spot on the couch and made your way over to him. Your hands replaced his as you ran your hands through his curls, fingertips brushing the rough sides.

“Do you like it?” Josh asked softly. You nodded your head, lower lip caught in your teeth suppressing your smile.

“Is this a one or a two?” You asked as you rubbed the sides of his head.

“I think a one, why?”

“Just in case you inevitably ask me to retouch this.” He grabbed your wrists and pulled them off of his hair.

“You think I’m going to let you near my head with clippers?”

“Why? What’s so wrong with that thought?” You laughed at the way Josh’s eyes became like saucers at the concept. He raised his eyebrow at you to remind you of what he means.

A couple months ago, Josh was in the process of shaving and touching up his facial hair. You were sitting on the counter as he was about to begin when you asked him if you could try. Josh shaved with a typical razor, which you weren’t a stranger to. All you had to do was clean up around the edges of his goatee and trim it along with his mustache. However, you shaved a bit too close to the goatee, making it uneven for a bit.

“Nope. That’s it. Never again.” Josh protested as he shoved you out of the bathroom as you were in tears from laughing. Since then, you weren’t the first on Josh’s list to fix his hair.

“I said I was sorry!” You said to Josh, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. “It grew back!”

“Yeah, but it looked funky for a while.”

“Josh, no one noticed unless they were really looking at you.”

“Babe, you do realize what I do for a living, right?” You scoffed at his response and went back to running your hands through his hair. You loved doing that any other day, but now there was something new to explore. His hair was always nice to touch. The curls felt the same as they always do, but the shaved sides added a touch of roughness to it. It was very comfortable. Very new. Very… Josh.

“You really do like it, don't you?” He said, his voice dropping a tone.

“You look very sexy,” you said, trying to match him. He raised his hand to your face and pulled you in for a kiss. Your hands moved down to the nape of his neck to pull him closer, tugging the hairs as you do. A groan bubbled from the back of Josh’s throat, leading him to fassen his arms around your waist to pull you close to him. The close proximity caused you to lean back as Josh went forward. You pull away for a second as Josh followed your lips, not wanting to lose your touch.

“This won’t affect your performance, will it?” you whispered. He tugged your bottom lip in between his teeth.

“No,” he breathed, “if anything, it might enhance it.” Quicker than you could register, Josh picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

He let you down on your bed, as gently as he could amidst his growing excitement. Josh began to leave sloppy, open mouth kisses along your neck and collarbones. He grabbed the end of your shirt and tugged it over your head, exposing your chest to him. Josh has seen it more times than he can count, and yet he looks at it in pure wonder each and every time.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his words becoming muffled as he began to leave marks across your chest. He sucked on your nipple, while kneading the other with his free hand. As much as you enjoyed the sensation, you grabbed Josh’s face to make him look at you.

“You know, my intentions were to worship you and make you feel good in your new haircut.”

“And you will,” He punctuated the sentence with a kiss to your jaw, “But good girls wait their turn.” Your breath hitched in your throat as he pushed you back to lay flat on the bed. He didn’t waste time on getting your pants off, leaving you in your underwear. Josh instantly notices the little damp spot that grew within the past few minutes.

“You never fail to blow me away,” he said, in pure and genuine awe. He began to leave more marks along your hips and lower stomach before he tugged off your underwear. He reached for your legs to leave marks on your thighs to match the others. You felt his breath inch closer and closer to where you wanted him most. Josh placed your legs over his shoulders as he kissed around your pelvis, leaving an open mouth kiss on your clit.

You whimpered at the sensation, already anticipating what’s to come. Josh flattened his tongue and licked a broad stripe up your core, collecting your arousal. He pulls back and looks at your heat as if he’s looking at an exhibit in a museum.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he breathed, his voice dark and low.

“I’ve been ever since you walked through the door.”

“The new hair really does turn you on, huh?”

“You have no idea what you do to me every single day.” Josh flashed an almost wicked smile before he continued what he started.

Josh’s mouth latched onto your sensitive bud, sucking relentlessly. An almost animalistic moan escaped your mouth at the sensation. You were no stranger to Josh’s mouth, but you’d be lying if you denied that he amazed you every single time.

The feeling of his tongue devouring your arousal was almost too much to bear. Before you could gain stability, Josh inserted a finger. Your legs locked around his head, feeling the rough shaved sides on your thighs. You lessened your grip, not wanting to smother him. He paused, moving your leg back to him.

“Don’t move, I want them there.”

“I don’t want to suffocate you,”

“I’m willing to take that chance.”

“Fuck, Josh!” you yelled. “God, that’s so good.” Josh looked up to see your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your hands found purchase within his curls, trying to get him closer without taking total control. He inserted another finger, pumping in and out, hitting the spot where you needed most. Your back arched as you let out a breathy moan.

“You are absolutely incredible, doll,” Josh said.

“Josh, I need you,” you said, practically in a whisper.

“I know, babe, I know,” he proceeded to take you to the edge. He can sense you were close. “Let go for me. I need to taste all of you.”

You finished in a whirlwind. Your mind went hazy as you were slowly coming back down. You sat up and immediately reached for Josh, locking your mouths together. There was nothing graceful about your kiss. Teeth clashing, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. You tasted yourself on his tongue, only turning you on more than you were before. You pulled his shirt over his head, insisting he had way too many clothes on.

You moved your mouth along the expanse of his jaw and neck. “Now can I show you how much you affect me?” Your hand moving slowly down his chest to cup his cock. His breath shuttered at the contact.

“Who would I be to refuse?” You pushed him back to lay flat on his back, switching positions you were in before. You kissed your way down his chest, giving extra attention to his stomach. You could spend the entire night leaving marks on his torso if granted the chance.

You pulled down his boxers and pants, freeing his hard cock. Your mouth watered at the sight in front of you. He was aroused beyond belief, precum dripping off the tip. You looked up at him one last time to ask permission to proceed. Josh looked at you and winked, giving you all you needed.

You took him in your hand, taking just the tip in your mouth. You teased it with your tongue, licking off his arousal. You slowly moved your mouth down his pulsing cock, bobbing your head. You moved your hand in tandem as you worked him closer to his end.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” Josh moaned. He bit down on his bottom lip, as if to stifle himself. You looked up through your lashes and noticed.

“No, no, baby,” You briefly crawled back up to his face, taking his lip from his teeth with your thumb. “I want to hear you. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”

“I need you,” He breathed, “So badly.” Without hesitation, you took him back in your mouth until he reached your throat. You reached under with your free hand to cup his balls. A guttural moan escaped Josh, his eyebrows knitting together at the feeling. He was always very receptive to you and it served as perfect encouragement.

You continue to bob your head up and down, taking him as far as you can. You could feel him throbbing on your tongue and his thighs flexing; he was close.

“I’m going to cum, where do you want me?” He says, shallow breaths spacing his words. You removed your mouth with a vulgar pop.

“My mouth, please, I need to taste you,” You realized your response was almost verbatim to what Josh said to you, but you couldn’t help it. You meant every word of it, no matter if it seemed like you were copying his line.

After a few more pumps, Josh finished with coating your throat. You looked up and saw his abs tense as you helped him finish completely. Once he was coming down, you slowed your hand until you knew he had enough.

You crawled your way back up to him and laid on top of his chest. You were soothed by his rapid heartbeat as it tried to slow itself. Josh reached up and ran his fingers through your hair, trying to ground himself.

“Are you well?” You whispered.

“I’m more than well,” Josh answered. “Are you?”

“I’m fantastic.” You nuzzled your face in his neck, taking in the musky and comfortable scent of him.

“So, the hair has good reviews?” He asked, ruffling the top of his head with his hand.

“Oh, really great reviews,” you laughed, “Do you need me to elaborate more, or was that not clear enough?”

“Actually, I might need you to tell me again. It wasn’t entirely clear.” He flipped you around, climbing on top of you. He kissed down your neck as you laughed at his excitement.

He’s really going to be the death of you.

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thewhiskersonkittens · 2 years

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Wild

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Female Reader.

Summary: You have a crush on Maverick that he finds out about. To your surprise, he likes you too! Only he needs to know you have a “wild side” to you otherwise it won’t work. ;)

Warnings: Fluff, romantic, some sexual dialogue, some curse words, a drug reference.

Word Count: 4,629.

A/N: This took me FOREVER AND A DAY to write. I think the concept was better in my head than actually typed out. 😖

Hope you enjoy! :)

It was the slightest, simplest things about a man that had an uncanny ability to turn you on. Pete "Maverick" Mitchell was his name. All day you couldn't stop staring at his shirtless and ripped torso, bronzed from the California sun.

It looked he had foolishly neglected putting on sunscreen because his shoulders and neck were starting to turn red but you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to rub some aloe vera on him. Why he chose to wear blue jeans to play beach volleyball in was definitely another lack in judgement but you had to bite your bottom lip with desire. There was something about the way the Levis were slung low on his hips. You could see a slight "happy trail" starting below his belly button and that journeyed down out of sight but certainly not out of your mind.

Maverick and his friend Nick "Goose" Bradshaw were playing against fellow Navy aviators Tom "Iceman" Kanzansky and Ron "Slider" Kerner. You were watching alongside your friend, Jen. Jen had her eye on the frosty blonde Iceman after meeting him at the officer's club. She had initially dragged you there against your will but now you felt eternally grateful.

Slider hit the ball over the net and Maverick didn't get there in time to keep the other side from scoring. Slider let out boisterous cheer as the ball and Maverick hit the sand.

It was what happened next that had your heart racing. Recovering the ball, Maverick stood up in slow motion, or time had suddenly slowed down, you weren't really sure which. He peered over the bridge of his aviator sunglasses, shooting a brief competitive glare at his opponents before pushing his shades back up. It was one of those moments that made you question your sanity. Was it the way his tan skin glistened in the sun? Was it the way his dog tags were slung around his neck and over his back? Was it his jet black hair, the dark thick eyebrows, the shaving shadow that graced the lower half of his face? You didn't know for sure but you knew something about it turned you on something fierce. You wondered what the hell was wrong with you. Maybe you were crazy? Maybe you were ovulating? Maybe you were just being a completely normal girl with an undeniable crush?

Jen looked over and saw where all your attention was focused. She gave you a playful nudge.

"You see something you like or just browsing, Y/N?"

You rolled your eyes and returned the nudge but you were smiling.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Jen." You were never good at lying.

Your friend laughed.

"Oh, c'mon, girl. You're thirsty as hell for the dark haired Adonis over there." Jen nodded her head toward Maverick's direction.

"He's a little short for my taste but he sure is easy on the eyes." She added.

"Hey, I'm barely over five foot, myself." You said. "So, he's plenty tall to me."

Jen laughed again. "So you admit it?!"

She swung her legs around to turn and face you on the bench.

"You like Maverick!" She exclaimed a little too loud for your comfort.

You quickly glanced back at the guys and saw they were still playing the game.

Turning back, you slapped her knee.

"Jen!" You hushed. "Keep your voice down!"

Jen wouldn't be stopped.

"You like Maverick! You like Maverick!" She sing-songed. "Y/N and Maverick sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

You shut your eyes and face palmed your forehead. You loved your best friend to death but she was a pro at making you suffer second hand embarrassment at her cringe-y ways.

"Oh my God, Jen," You said after opening your eyes. "How old are you?! Ten?!"

Ignoring the rhetorical question, Jen leaned in.

"You think about him, don't you?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"You think about him in bed, don't you?"

Your jaw dropped but you didn't answer. You knew she knew the answer.

There was many a night you laid wide awake in bed thinking about the handsome pilot. But unbeknownst to your friend, the fantasies weren't always the dirty kind. Most of them were very sweet. You imagined Maverick taking you for a ride on his motorcycle even though the thought scared you. You imagined yourself in his arms, wondering what his embrace would feel like. It seemed kind of quaint but it was your hopeless romantic side that imagined writing him love letters while he would be on deployment. Of course, you pictured him naked and what kind of lover he would be. He was a Navy man. He'd been all around the world several times. It went without saying he would be way more experienced than you. It made you want to squeeze your thighs together just thinking about all the possible things he could show you.

As if reading your mind, Jen said:

"You touch yourself to him. Don't you? You think about all the ways..."

"Jen!" You cried. You couldn't believe her sometimes.

"What?" Jen shrugged . "You can tell me. All the time, I think about climbing that tall, blonde, hot piece of ass over there. His muscle man friend isn't half bad either." She nodded toward Iceman and Slider.

You snorted. "That's because you're like a feral cat in heat. Especially around military dudes."

No matter how much you tried to get her to drop the subject, Jen wouldn't shut up. She kept teasing you about your obvious crush on Maverick, saying the most ridiculous things that sent you both into a fit of giggles.

"You think about riding him, don't you, Y/N?" Jen joked. "You'd ride him like Sea Biscuit, wouldn't you?!"

She started to pretend to ride a horse, holding an imaginary rein with one hand and slapping her side with the other.

"Yee haw! Ride 'em, cowgirl! Giddy up!"

You reached over and smacked her knees again.

"Jen, shut up!"

You looked back and saw the boys had stopped playing. They were talking to each other but if Jen kept going on like she was, they'd definitely look over.

"Jen," You told her. "I'm warning you... Shut the fuck up, Jen...I swear to God!"

Jen stopped pretending to ride a horse and instead started doing something even more embarrassing. She started to moan, pretending to have an orgasm.

"You think about him making you come...Oh, God! You think about climaxing on his dick, don't you, Y/N?! You'll be like...Oh, God! Oh, Maverick! Oh, baby, right there! Oh, God, yes! Don't stop, Mav! Oh, fuck yeah!"

At this point, you were practically wrestling with Jen, desperately trying to clamp your hand over her mouth.

"Jen, shut up or I'll shut you up myself!"

"C'mon, Y/N, you know I'm right!" She laughed dodging your attempts to silence her. She started making those obnoxious sexual noises again.

"Oh, Mavvvv...Give it to me, baby!"

You lunge and finally get a hold of her, covering her mouth with your hand. The two of you are were in an uncontrollable laughing fit. You let her go and sat back down. Jen's face was beet red with laughter as she sat back up. Suddenly, her face dropped, her eyes widened, and she immediately shut up.

The sudden change made you wrinkle your brow in confusion. Then the horror set in as you realized someone was behind you. You turned around to see Maverick standing there, grinning at the spectacle he just witnessed. He slowly lifted up his sunglasses, resting them on top of his head.

You felt like a deer in headlights. You felt an odd sensation of your stomach doing somersaults at his dazzling smile but at the same time, your heart was beating so rapidly you swore it could be heard outside your chest.

Jen quickly pulled herself together but she couldn't help but still giggle.

"Uh..Hi, Maverick," Jen said.

You just stared. Partly at how he was even better looking up close and mostly because you felt like dying of embarrassment.

"Ladies," Maverick was speaking to the two of you, yet his eyes were directly on you.

"Don't mind me. I'm just going to grab my shirt there."

You looked down and realized his white T-shirt had been laying there on your bench the whole time. You scooted over so he could pick it up.

"Thanks," He whispered to you. He was still wore a warm smile.

His green eyes never left you as he retrieved his shirt and slipped it on over his body. You felt Jen nudge you with her foot as if to say you should talk to him but you were too speechless.

Looking for an escape, Jen called out to Iceman.

"Ice! Tom! Sorry, bestie, I gotta go. See ya!"

She launched herself off the bench and started jogging towards Iceman's direction. Both you and Maverick watched as she briefly turned around and gave you a double thumbs up while running backwards.

You Bitch! You mouthed to her while Maverick's head was turned. You gave her the middle finger. Jen cackled and took off, leaving you to deal with the awkward situation alone.

Looking back to you, Maverick chuckled.

"She's a live wire, that one, huh?"

You laughed nervously.

"Yeah, you could say that."

You expected him to walk away at any moment but to your surprise he sat down next you on the bench. He sat so close you could feel the heat of your thighs touching.

"What about you?" Maverick asked.

You were confused.

"What about me?"

He smiled. You swore every time he did, your heart experienced tremors.

"Have you got a spark in you I haven't seen yet?"

You laugh. Was he...flirting with you?! You had to be dreaming.

Instead of answering, you had your own question. It was driving you crazy.

"All right," You began. "Let's cut the crap, Pete."

You preferred to call him by his real name. You knew he didn't mind.

"How much of that..." You gestured to where you and Jen had been messing around. "Did you hear?"

"Enough." He smirked. "I heard enough."

You covered your face with your hands and groan.

"Oh my God!"

Maverick reached over and gently made you uncover your face.

"Hey, it's OK, Y/N."

"No, it's not!" You exclaimed. "It's embarrassing. That's what it is."

His sweet laugh somehow put you at ease.

"I'm sorry about my friend," You tell him.

You both watch as Iceman was now demonstrating to Jen how to spin the volleyball on a single finger but you knew she wasn't really paying attention to the lesson.

"Oh, Tom, you're sooo talented!" Her voice carried over to the bench as she touched his chest and flirtatiously tossed her hair.

Turning your attention back to Maverick, you explain.

"I love her to death but...Jen can be such a trip sometimes. To be perfectly honest."

Maverick snickered. "Yeah? Well, to be perfectly honest myself, I bet Goose would say the same thing about me!"

You both laughed.

"So, let me ask you something, Y/N." Maverick said, breaking the ice again.

"What's the wildest thing you ever done?"

The question takes you by surprise.

"Excuse me, what?"

"You heard me."

You laugh searching his face to see if he was serious. He was.

"Well, I uh," You weren't sure what to say. He was watching you anticipating your answer.

You honestly never thought about it before. You were coming up short with anything.

Maverick playfully started shaking his head, tsk-ing.

"I was afraid of this..." He starts but you quickly think of something.

"No, wait!" You said. "Once, I got into a mosh-pit at a concert!"

Maverick laughs and shakes his head more.

"Uh, OK, wait." You start rattling off everything that comes to mind. "Um...when I was a kid I stole some stick-on earrings from the drugstore! In high school, I got Saturday school for ditching class..."

It was hopeless. God, I must be the most boring person on earth. You thought. To make a long story short, you were always a very good girl. You didn't like to rock the boat very much. You liked to play it safe. Maybe that's why you were such good friends with Jen and Maverick. They were both the polar opposites of you with their wild personalities.

Maverick just kept shaking his head but you knew he wasn't laughing at you.

"I once smoked a joint with Jen and some other girls." You tell him, once last ditch effort to make yourself not sound so lame.

Maverick gave a good laugh.

He whistled low as he said:

"Wow, Y/N. That's...that's really...wow. You must have given your folks a lot of early gray hairs, huh?"

You laugh and give him a nudge.

"Sorry, flyboy. That's all I got." You regard him curiously and raise an eyebrow.

"Why do you want to know?"

Maverick gives you such a smoldering look, you feel a tingling sensation in between your legs.

He beckoned to you to lean in closer to him like he was going to tell you something secret. Excited, you scooted even closer to him that your shoulders are touching. You felt his breath hot on your ear as he whispered:

"I was going to ask you out but I just don't know if I can date a stick-in-the mud."

There is a tone to his voice. He's teasing but he's also challenging you.

"Stick-in-the-mud?!" You repeated, low-key offended. You let it marinate for a second and wondered if it was painfully true.

Maverick shrugged.

"You want me, sweetheart? You gotta keep up with me."

You gaped at his forwardness even though it really shouldn't surprise you.

"What...What makes you think I want you?"

You asked, sheepishly, but then you remember how Maverick had just seen your silly friend practically announce it to everyone within a five mile radius.

"Jen was just messing around," You say but Maverick isn't having it.

He gives you an "Are-you-kidding-me?" look.

"Sure she was." He replied, his voice was dripping with sarcasm but those gorgeous eyes of his reflected warmth.

He casually asks you if you've ever rode on a motorcycle before. You shake your head "No" but you've always wanted to. Especially with him.

"You wanna go for a ride?" Maverick offers. "Goose had to get back to his family and I've still got some daylight to burn."

You felt those tremors in your heart again. A bundle of butterflies erupted in your stomach. He could have never known how many times you've dreamed about this very moment but now here it was.

You found yourself stuttering.

"A ride?...A motorcycle ride?!...With you?!"

Maverick flashed you that wickedly, irresistible of his. That grin, you figured, must have got him out of trouble several times and dropped a whole lot of panties from the Indian Ocean to San Diego and everywhere else in between.

He leaned in again and seductively whispered:

"I can see this is dangerous for you. But I know you're tempted to...show me your wild side."

It was conveniently timed because Jen walked over to the bench and asked you if you were OK with her leaving with Iceman.

You were speaking to Jen but had your eyes squarely on Maverick when you said:

"Yeah, sure, go ahead. I got my own ride."

You knew your best friend was going to give you the third degree later but you didn't care. You had to prove to Maverick that you did indeed have a "wild side" to you.

...

At first you were hesitant to get on the Kawasaki but you got that crazy feeling again. That feeling of the slightest thing that this man did sent your heart fluttering. Maverick mounted the bike, raised the kickstand, and started the ignition. He turned to look at you and you saw yourself reflected in his aviators. You expected him to tease you again but instead he grinned and offered you his hand. Returning the smile, you slid your hand in his and got on the bike.

Maverick instructed you to hold on to his waist and you happily oblige.

"There's a place I want to show you." Maverick said as he revved the engine.

"All right," You reply.

You didn't really care where he wanted to take you at this point as long as you got to go.

Before you knew it, you were zipping past the beach and the docks. Maverick merged onto the highway and the two of you were headed somewhere north. The sensation was nothing like you've ever experienced before. Your initial nervousness was quickly replaced by pure excitement and adrenaline. As you started to feel more comfortable, you wrapped your arms tighter around Maverick's waist and rested your head on his shoulder inhaling the mixture of fresh air and the leather from his jacket.

The ride came to an end sooner than you expected. You found yourself at a lake. The moon was like a spotlight on the water, making it glisten.

"Wow," You whisper even though there wasn't a soul around. Maverick gave you his hand to help you dismount the bike. Excited, you hurried down to the bend.

You turned around to look back at Maverick. He looked like a vision leaning against his Kawasaki. He had taken off his aviators and had draped his jacket over the seat of the motorcycle.

"I never knew this place existed!" You said.

Maverick chuckled as he started walking toward you.

"A lot of people don't and I like it that way."

He stopped in front of you and you swore the moonlight was giving his dark hair a blue-ish tint. He reached down and picked up a small pebble and made it skip across the water.

"I like to come out here sometimes." He adds. "You know, just to get away from everything. Clear my mind."

You nod, understanding. "I get that."

You both take a minute to appreciate the serenity of the lake, watching the water ripple and glisten.

"It looks so nice." You softly comment about the water. "I wish I could jump in."

Maverick turns to look at you, the sly smile spreading across his face.

"Well?" He prompted. "Jump in."

You laugh. "You're kidding! I'd get my clothes all wet..."

You trailed off when you realized exactly what he was getting at.

"Oh no!" You cried waving your index finger back and forth as Maverick starts laughing.

He reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt off in one swift motion. Even in the dark, with the moon as the only source of light, you could still see his toned body and your heart skips a few beats.

"Lieutenant Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, did you purposefully bring me out here to get me to...to....skinny dip?!"

You crossed your arms and give him a pointed look.

"And how many girls have you done this with?"

Maverick smirked.

"Sorry, babe, that's classified."

You stare as Maverick started to pull off his boots.

"C'mon, Y/N," He said. "Live a little."

He squinted at you.

"Don't tell me you've never skinny dipped before?!"

You opened your mouth to defend yourself but you knew there was no denying it. Instead you just shook your head "No" and silently thanked God it was too dark for him to see your cheeks turn red.

You looked at the water and you looked at Maverick. You remember you came out here for a reason: to prove you actually did have a “wild side” to you. Your logical side told you many things: to panic, that "you were not this kind of girl" (whatever that meant), what if you and him were caught?!

As if reading your mind, Maverick paused and said:

"If you really don't want to do it, it's OK. But I promise everything will be all right, Y/N."

You bit your bottom lip and made a decision.

"OK, I'll do it," You confirm.

Maverick smiles and his hands go to unbuckle his belt and you immediately stop him.

"Wait," You said. "Let me go first."

You tell him to turn around and shut his eyes.

"What?!" Maverick exclaims but he's more amused than annoyed.

"You heard me, flyboy! Turn around and shut your eyes. I'll jump in first. When I'm in, I'll turn around and shut my eyes and then you get in."

"You can't be serious, Y/N?" Maverick laughed. "Are you really that shy?"

You shrugged. "These are my terms, Pete. Take 'em or leave 'em."

You weren't really sure what the point of it was. Once you were in the water, you'd see each naked anyway. You just more comfortable doing it this way.

Maverick playfully groaned and sighed. "OK."

He reluctantly turned around.

You stood there for a second, briefly wondering what you've got yourself into but it was too late to worry about it now.

You slowly started with your shirt. You felt your skin get goose bumps as you lifted it over your head. You toed off your shoes and socks and slid off your shorts. You kept your eyes glued to Maverick's bare back as he stood there, patiently waiting for you to finish.

"You're not gonna bail on me and leave me stranded here half naked, are you?"

Maverick joked.

"Don't tempt me!" You laugh. You both knew there was no way you could steal his motorcycle and get back to the city on your own.

You reached around and unhooked your bra clasp. You hesitated for a second before letting it drop to the ground. You shimmied out of your underwear and before you could think too much you jumped in the lake. The water felt cool but your body adjusted quickly. You swam out just a little further but not too far.

"OK, Pete," You called to him. "I'm in! Your turn!"

Keeping your end of the deal, you turned around and shut your eyes. You try to keep your mind on the moment, nothing else. Just like with riding the motorcycle, your initial fears of skinny dipping subsided. It was like taking a bath in a really big bathtub.

You heard a splash in the water behind you and you opened your eyes.

"Pete?" You asked as you turned around expecting to see him swimming towards you. Instead you saw nothing except the Kawasaki and two piles of discarded clothes on the land.

You doggy paddled that direction calling for Maverick. He had to be in the water, you were sure of it, but he was taking his sweet time to surface and it started to worry you.

"Pete?!" You called again. "Pete?! Maverick?! This isn't funny, Pete!"

You suddenly felt all alone and exposed. You glanced all around you seeing nothing but lake and trees. Somewhere nearby, an owl hooted and shivers went up your spine. You had watched way too many slasher tapes with Jen and your imagination went crazy with all sorts of terrible things.

You felt something grab a hold of your legs and you instantly screamed, the sound echoed off the water. You kicked and struggled to get free but you found yourself being pulled underwater.

When you were released you came back up gasping while Maverick surfaced right next to you laughing.

You angrily pushed your wet hair out of your eyes and glared at him.

"Pete!" You cried. You forcefully splashed water in his ridiculously handsome face while he kept laughing. He put his hands up to defend himself from your angry splashes.

"Did you know all naval aviators do intense water survival training?" He casually mentioned.

"That wasn't funny!" You told him about the stunt he just pulled.

He had really scared you. You could feel hot tears forming in your eyes. You had a half a mind to forget the whole thing, swim back to the shore, put on your clothes, and demand he take you home right then.

Seeing how serious you were, Maverick stopped laughing and his face fell soft.

"Hey," Maverick said, gently. "I'm sorry, Y/N. That was shitty of me, I know."

You wiped at your eyes hoping he'd think it was just water and not tears.

"It's fine," You said, willing yourself to calm down. "I guess I overreacted."

Here you were trying to learn how to loosen up and the littlest prank sent you into a hissy fit. Not a good impression, you scolded yourself.

Maverick positioned himself right in front of you and extended his arms.

"No, no.." He whispered. "I shouldn't have done that. C'mere and let me make it up to you."

Maverick took you in his arms and you immediately forgot about being upset. Underneath the water you felt your legs twine together as you welcomed his embrace. He peppered your face with kisses. All over your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your eyelids. You couldn't help but softly moan when he planted kisses up and down your neck. You threaded your fingers through his wet hair.

"I wouldn't hurt you, sweetheart. You know that, right?" Maverick cooed in between showering you with affection. "I'd never ever let anyone or anything hurt you."

Murmuring with pleasure, you let your hands trail from his hair down to the nape of his neck. You felt the chain of his of dog tags, the only thing he left on, and used it to pull him to your lips. The kisses were unlike any you'd ever experienced before. They were far from chaste but they weren't exactly lust driven either. They were intense and passionate just like Maverick was. Over and over he used his tongue expertly on yours, sending so many sparks throughout your body you thought maybe you both were going to be electrocuted.

When you parted, Maverick smiled.

"So it is true? All that stuff your friend said?"

"What friend?" You whispered, eyes fluttering open after being in a daze from his kisses.

You remembered Jen and all her teasing back from earlier and that Maverick had heard some of it. You almost had forgotten.

"You know, what was her name? Jess, was it?"

"Jen," You correct, smiling, thinking about how she was probably tangled up with Iceman at the moment but she'd never guess in a million years what you were doing with Maverick. She probably thought you had him drop you off at home, too shy to make a move. The day had been such a whirlwind. You started out sitting on a bench with your best friend watching hot Navy guys play volleyball and now here you were, skinny dipping, with the one you'd been dreaming about.

He continued to hold you in his arms as the two of you just floated in the water, neither one of you wanting to let go first.

"Some of it is true," You confessed. "But there's a lot of other things she doesn't know. That I haven't told anyone."

You press your forehead to his and whispered:

"Not everything I think about you is dirty."

"Is that right?" Maverick chuckles, intrigued. He gently stroked the side of your face.

"Would you be willing to tell me about those things?"

"Yes," You said, kissing him. "How far is it from here back to the city?"

You were making an unspoken suggestion and he knew it.

Maverick pondered it for a second.

"Hmmm...about twenty minutes," He figures. "But I betcha right now I could make it in ten!"

You both started laughing together.

It was going to take more than just one night to show him all of your "wild side" and he could spend the rest of his life driving you wild in all of the littlest ways.

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the12thnightproject · 9 months

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Chapter 10: Lessons in Larceny Only a mischievous kitsune could turn a lockpicking lesson into an innuendo fest.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

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Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

“What do you think of my gift?” Mitsuhide gestured to his former personal quarters, which now sported a few feminine touches – a low table filled with cosmetics, a rack displaying the recently purchased peach kimono, and a delicate tapestry.

What it did not contain - a window.

With Sho next to me, oohing and aahing over the surprise gift, I could not tell him exactly what I thought about his room switching gambit. “I am overwhelmed, Master Kyubei.”

“After all, with your new wardrobe arriving soon, I believe you should have more space.” He paused and then his Kyubei disguise was marred by a smile that was pure Mitsuhide tease. “Perhaps some might say I’m spoiling you, but this is what you deserve.”

More space… ha!

The new room did not appear any larger than the previous one. In fact, it seemed smaller, with the smell of sandalwood and cinnamon pervading every corner. It would be like sharing a room with his ghost – or astral projection (not that I believed something like that was possible, although if it had been possible, I completely believe Mitsuhide could and would practice it). Crowded in, with no means of escape. Now that Mitsuhide slept directly under my old window, in the room closest to the stairway, I would not be able to sneak out in the night without waking him up.

The curtailed freedom on my end resulted in curtailed conversation for him, as I gave him the silent treatment for a few days, and our meals devolved into me glaring at him while he devoured a series of increasingly disgusting smelling meals.

(It’s possible that he didn’t consider eating in uncomfortable silence a loss).

Whatever he did while the sun was up, I had no idea. While I suffered days of beauty regimens (apparently my skin needed ‘help’ and my hands were ‘hopeless’) under the guidance of sweet but uninteresting Sho, he would, in that long dark wig, disappear in the morning and not reappear until it was time for Sho to return to the house she shared with her mother and siblings. I couldn’t leave the house with her, in case she was a spy for Shojumaru, nor could I leave her alone for the same reason.

Needless to say, the whole beauty routine was mind-numbingly dull. I had never enjoyed the twenty-first century version, and the Sengoku stuff was even worse. Thankfully, the merchant class that I would be moving about in didn’t conform to the aristocratic customs of shaving off their eyebrows and blackening their teeth.

So when after five days of repetitive afternoons and silent evenings, the first of my outfits was delivered, I was nearly tempted to kiss it in relief, even though it was pale pink. At least it meant that Mitsuhide would take me out.

Somewhere.

Anywhere…

“…the meeting of the Kaigoshu?” I was impressed in spite of myself. “How did you manage to get an invitation to that?” Even Francisco, who had been based in Sakai for several years, hadn’t managed to break through that barrier (or maybe he had, but didn’t realize what it was).

“Another spice merchant owes me a lot of money.” That was all he had to say about the matter. Gambling was illegal, so I was left to wonder what the spice merchant had done to get in Mitsuhide’s debt. Potentially that fell into the ‘you don’t want to know’ category.

“And you’re permitted to bring me?” Sounded fishy. I doubted that anyone else would bring a courtesan to what amounted to a city council meeting.

“I am certain you’re aware of the concept ‘it is better to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission.’” It was the night prior to the meeting, and rather than go back to my room to sulk, I had allowed my curiosity to get the better of me and had followed Mitsuhide into his office. “In my observations, it appears to be your primary mode of operation.”

“I’m familiar.” I could not deny that I’d found myself asking for forgiveness a lot.

From the look he gave me, Mitsuhide had expected that answer. “Not that it would make any difference in this particular situation, for Kyubei is not the type to ask for either permission or forgiveness.”

Yeah. I’d figured. “Do you have a particular plan? Or is this simply for reconnaissance?” Maybe he already had a theory to test out. Who knows? I wasn’t in the loop.

“Oh my, I see you’re talking to me again. Did we get bored with the silent treatment?” He didn’t look at me when he asked, preferring instead to unroll a scroll of paper, and read (or pretend to read) it.

“I’m talking to a co-conspirator about a mission. As soon as we get those details figured out, then you will become invisible to me once again.” Well, he probably hadn’t been invisible since birth, but I would give it my best shot. “So? Plan? Generalized snooping?”

He put down the scroll and sighed – theatrically, so I am sure he didn’t mean it. “If you can wander amongst the Portuguese merchants and listen to their conversations, that will allow me to concentrate on the Japanese ones.” He didn’t mention Shojumaru specifically, but I figured the man had to be at the top of our suspect list.

Ok. Cool. Was that so difficult to tell me? “And if it looks like you’ve gotten into trouble, I should create a diversion so we don’t have to fight our way out? Not that I couldn’t fight if you need me to.”

“Dear me, are you questioning my competence? I will not get into trouble.” He picked up the scroll again and I am certain he was just using it to shield himself from me.

I took no offense. I was just happy that I was finally going to be permitted to do something. Well. Tomorrow I would be doing something. Tonight… I couldn’t face another night staring at the windowless walls of my new room.

It wasn’t until my third circuit of the office that I realized I was pacing.

Mitsuhide glanced up and distracted me from my walkabout. “Is there a reason for your prowling? One would have thought that you went through here thoroughly the other night.”

“The other night I was looking for something in particular.” I paused in front of a neat display of musical instruments – a flute, a koto, and a biwa – arranged neatly among some Noh masks – had these, like the furniture and décor, belonged to the previous tenant? They looked too exquisite to belong to whomever had painted the walls red and black, and owned that gruesome screen in my former bedroom. Something told me that these were Mitsuhide’s, although I couldn’t back that up with any evidence. Just… a feeling. “Now, I’m just looking.”

He finally put the scroll down. “Any competent spy ought to be able to perform both at the same time.” He motioned me over to his desk, opened the drawer for like… three seconds… and then slammed it shut again. “What is in the drawer, brat?”

Oh.

A game.

A puzzle game.

I love this stuff. “A pot of ink, a spare brush, three locks – probably Chinese in origin, a roll of paper, and not my letter, which you really should return to me.”

He raised one eyebrow. Ok now you’re just rubbing it in that you can do that and I can’t. Then he opened the drawer again and peered inside. “You missed four items.” He pulled them out of the drawer as he named them. “A small clump of dust… a crumb of… mm… is that dried rice?” He popped it in his mouth and bit down on it (and… ew). “Still unknown. And a set of lock picks.” He held up a few metal rods of varying lengths and thickness.

Oooh. Lock picks. That was interesting. I wondered if he could show me how to…

He derailed my thought by asking, “what does this combination of items tell you?”

“That the desk is commonly used by a thief who writes a lot of letters and rarely dusts? Particularly a correspondence thief who also has a cast iron stomach.” I sent him a look of contrived innocence along with the snark.

“Consider the order of the items in the drawer. The placement shows that the locks were used more recently than the paper.” He laid them next to each other on the desk. They were all rectangular shaped padlocks, one with kanji characters written across it, although I suspected it was Chinese, not Japanese, simply because most locks in this era were made in China. “You do appear to be interested in these – considering brushing up on your burglary skills?”

Hey, a girl’s gotta have a parachute.

“Aki says no knowledge is ever wasted.” Show me. Show me. Show me.

The eyebrow went up again. It was getting a workout tonight. “Yes… you are indeed uncharacteristically fixated on these. Dare I suggest a lesson in larceny?”

I mimicked his bored tone. “Why yes, I believe I would find that a pleasant interlude.”

Aaaand of course he took my wording and ran with it. “Oh my. If it’s a pleasant interlude you want…”

Walked right into that one.

He smirked and patted the cushion next to him. “Sit down. Observe. It’s simply a matter of sliding a shaft,” he held up one of the metal rods, “into a tight chamber, and finessing it until you gain entry.”

That totally deserved an eyeroll, so I provided it, but I did want to acquire this skill, so I sat where indicated and waited for him to begin.

“A very eager pupil indeed.” He set the three locks in front of me. The one with the kanji opened by combination, and would be impossible to pick, but the other two were keyed locks, with the keys already resting inside the locks.

“The bolt is spring-held in place by its shape, wider at one end than the other. The key is generally used to push the spring open.” He pulled one of the keys out, fastened the lock, then slid the key back in. “Listen to the sound it makes when it hits the spring.”

Click.

“However, the process is easier to feel than it is to explain.” He locked the lock and handed me the key and the pick. “First unlock it with the key but slowly. Get used to how the motion feels when the key presses on the interior sides to free the bolt.”

I have in fact unlocked locks with keys before, even these antique (though not at the moment antique) rectangular ones. Unlike modern padlocks, which rely on rotation, the locks used in this time require a bit of force to open, especially if the pin sticks – which it did in this case. In the end, I had to jam my palm against it to exert enough pressure on the key.

“Some things do require a bit of sensitivity.” He locked the lock and returned it to me. “Try with one slow, smooth stroke. Caress the inside of the lock.”

Seriously?

I side-eyed that one, and received from him a look of such theatrical innocence that I’m surprised the Gods didn’t smite him for it. Great. And I’m sure that if I called out his wording, I would be the one accused of having a dirty mind. Fine. I returned my attention to the lock and put the square key back inside, trying to pay attention to the moment the key depressed the spring enough for the lock to disengage.

Click.

“Now the keys to these locks vary somewhat in shape.” He held up the key I had just used which was basically a square tube. Then he showed me the other key, which was two horizontal double bend curves, running parallel with about a quarter of a centimeter between them. “They operate in the same fashion – to compact the spring on the other end.” He returned the curved key to the other lock and the bolt disengaged. “As you have no doubt already surmised, if you want to go about opening locks, it’s impossible to carry with you the number of appropriately shaped keys in which to do so. Hence, these.” He lifted up two of the two metal rods.

Returning to the original lock, he inserted one of the picks on the left side of the square keyhole and pushed it all the way through. Then the other pick on the right. With a minimal amount of wiggling, the bolt slid out.

Hm, that seemed almost too easy. I repeated his actions on the lock…

Click.

… it was literally that easy. “I don’t understand. What’s the point?”

“There’s a reason why most people carry their most important valuables on their person, or hire armed guards.” Mitsuhide handed me the other keyed lock, the one with the curved hole. “Although this one should take slightly more effort.”

In seconds I had the other lock open.

“Of course, it’s also true that most people – most honest people - don’t expect to encounter a lock, or they find themselves unexpectedly in chains. So, one must improvise.” He pulled two of the sticks from my hair. Of course, my hair immediately jenga’d into total entropy. He relocked the locks and gave me back the hairsticks. “Try it with these.”

I blew my hair out of my eyes and got to work. With the wooden hairsticks, it was a bit more difficult – I was afraid to put too much pressure on them because –

Snap!

“Damn.”

“Such language.” The tone was teasing, but I got the sense he really did not appreciate me swearing.

With half of my hair stick now wedged in the lock there wasn’t much else I could do. Reluctantly, I turned the lock back over to Mitsuhide who shook it until the reminder of the stick fell out. He silently handed it back over to me. I suppose he didn’t want a souvenir of #lockpickfail.

“Now this one.” He held up the combination lock. It had five rotating barrels, each with four kanji characters on them. “There is no key, it will open when you arrange the letters in the correct order.”

Yes. I had gathered that part of it. “So it’s a matter of trial and error until I hit the correct combination?” Math has never been my strength. I knew there was a formula for figuring out how many possible combinations there would be, but I didn’t know what that formula was, and to be honest, I wouldn’t be able to do that sort of calculation in my head anyway. I had a feeling the answer would be in the realm of ‘reallybigion.’

“Hm. You could try that.” Mitsuhide waved to a cushion on the other side of the room. “Over there.”

Yeah, I don’t want to sit next to you all night either.

I took the lock to the indicated spot and proceeded to try and solve the combination.

About twenty minutes later (just a guess, no clocks in the Sengoku), when I realized that the job was made more difficult because the barrels were slippery, Mitsuhide’s voice interrupted my concentration. “Did I fail to mention that you likely will not have enough time to go through all the potential combinations before you are interrupted, or your prison cell floods, or you are executed at dawn?”

“Why yes, I believe you did fail to mention that.” Dammit, I had lost my place.

“Or even,” Mitsuhide oozed over to my side, “in addition to being chained to a wall, it’s completely dark in the cell… or you’re wearing a blindfold.”

That was all the warning I got before the world turned pink. Figures he’d put a pink blindfold on me. “Hey! Ask permission before you do something like that.”

I reached up to remove the blindfold but was immediately distracted by Mitushide, who seated himself directly behind me. He reached around my waist and put his hands on top of mine. His breath tickled my neck, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat pounded against my back. It was like being enveloped in the essence of him, surrounded by cinnamon and sandalwood, and Mitsuhide.

He adjusted my grip on the lock. “Can you feel the tension on the bolt?”

I could, in fact, feel tension everywhere.

His heartrate had picked up slightly.

Or maybe that was mine. We were so close together it was impossible to tell any longer.

Resolutely I ignored that (pretty sure he was trying to distract me on purpose) and concentrated on the barrels of the lock.

“Keep the pressure on the bolt.” He placed my index finger on the underside of the bolt. “Now, can you feel as I turn the barrel the moment when it becomes slightly looser?”

I held my breath – why, I don’t know, it wasn’t necessary – ignored the pounding in my ears, and concentrated on the barrel he was turning. He was right – there was a moment when the were less pressure on the bolt. “There!”

“Very good. Now, the next one. Keep the tension level even but slide your finger to the next barrel. Feel the pressure while I slowly twist it.” His voice rasped in my ear. Had he lowered his tone to a sensual purr just to further distract me?

Well, it won’t work, sir. I concentrated on the tension in the lock and not the curious breathlessness that was building inside me. Not on that buzzing that was traveling along every nerve ending. Not on the way certain muscles had tightened. “There!”

“Good. You might have a talent for more than chaos.” He moved on to the third one, and again, I identified the spot relatively easily. “For this one, you rotate the barrel. Slow, even speed.”

Those cool calloused fingers guided mine across the rough bronze surface of the lock, placing my thumb and pointer finger on the fourth barrel. “Don’t forget to keep pressure on the bolt. You don’t want to undo all the work by releasing prematurely.”

Carefully, I twisted the barrel, trying by feel to reach the place that would loosen the bolt another degree. In one sense it was not unlike when Aki had taught me how to listen to the wind when I was practicing archery. And yet in another, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced. All my focus was inward, as only the tiniest shift would alert—

There! Without checking with Mitsuhide, I moved on to the final barrel. He made a faint hum of approval, so I knew I had been correct.

That approving hm reverberated through me, fizzing, celebratory.

But not yet. I had one more piece to decode.

My hands almost were too small for the lock, because in order to establish the final placement of the last barrel, I had to keep the pressure on the bolt and make sure none of the previous tumblers slipped out of place. I wanted to speed through, to hurry, but that would be the worst possible strategy. I bit the inside of my cheek for control, did my best to keep from trembling. If I messed it up now and had to start over, I would scream in frustration.

“Slowly, stay steady. You’re almost there.” Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed Mitsuhide was nearly as breathless as I was.

As soon as the final barrel was in the correct position, the bolt disengaged with a –

Snap

It shot out of the lock…

… and it clattered to the floor.

Finally, I let go of all the air that had damned up in my lungs.

Mitsuhide backed away from me in that instant. By the time I had ripped the blindfold off, he’d beamed himself back to his desk, put the lock back together and rescrambled the barrels. “Practice. With your eyes closed, because I don’t have another lock.” He handed me the lock.

I jumped to my feet. “Um, yeah. Great idea. I think I’ll go do that in my room.”

“Mm, yes, the quiet of your room would be advisable.” The smile he gave me had dialed the wicked up to eleven. “You do appear to be rather overstimulated.”

I didn’t exactly run out of there. But it felt like I did, especially as I thought I heard Mitsuhide’s laughter follow me out the door.

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sixty-silver-wishes · 4 months

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When I was a kid, the Appalachian/Southern US folk tale “Tailypo” used to scare the shit out of me. I’ve been wanting to illustrate a short horror story for a while, so today, I’ve been sketching out concepts for my own take on “Tailypo.” These definitely still need work (especially when it comes to the animal anatomy!) but I thought I’d share what I have so far:

So, first is the "Tailypo" itself. I devoted an entire page to this thing because I know it's probably going to go through a lot of changes, so I decided to start experimenting with what worked for me and what didn't. While many adaptations describe it as looking like a cat with a large tail, I wanted to make my Tailypo a mixture of animals- a wolverine, a cat, a mountain lion, a raccoon, and a weasel. Obviously, the tail had to be the most prominent part of the design, so I made it longer than the creature's body, with a jagged pattern. I think the Tailypo would be a very flexible animal, able to twist its body and slip into small spaces, so I modeled the body shape after a weasel, while giving it the back legs of a cat since its torso was higher above the ground. I'm still working out the details with its teeth; I want them to give it a frightening appearance, but I'm not sure whether I should base them off of a real animal or further stylize them.

I'm having a lot of fun designing the old man's cabin, although I can't yet settle on how I want it to look:

I've been looking at pictures of run-down Appalachian cabins, particularly from the 19th century (the story could be set any time, but I'm choosing to base my designs somewhere between the late 1800s and early 1900s), and they're giving me a lot to work with in terms of stylization. In terms of inspiration, I wanted to draw the crooked tree trunks supporting the porch in the first picture below, as well as the door and the uneven roof shingles in the second one.

Lastly, here are the old man and his three dogs. I was admittedly sort of running out of steam when I was drawing these, so the dog anatomy sorta sucks, but I just wanted to get my ideas down.

The old man is a hunter who lives alone in the woods, so I gave him a rifle and long facial hair because I don’t think he’d be super concerned with shaving his beard. He's heavily based on this picture:

To add more to his character, because he's starving and desperate enough to eat the tail of a strange creature he doesn't recognize, I made him very thin, with his clothes falling apart, like his hat and shoe. His eyebrows and beard will help to exaggerate his facial expressions throughout the story.

The three dogs were drawn with shape language in mind. I wanted to make them all distinct shapes and sizes. Their names vary across versions of the story, but in most of the ones I could find, their names are typically some variant of "Uno," "Ino," and "Calico." This adds for the bit that scared me most as a kid, where, after the Tailypo kills the dogs and the old man insists he doesn’t have its tail, it tells him “you know, I know, you’ve got my tailypo” before killing him. I wanted to incorporate the dogs’ names into their designs- “Uno” is made of round shapes to reflect the round letters in his name, “Ino” is a bloodhound based in triangular shapes since his name is a play on “I know” and triangles are associated with intelligence in shape language, and “Calico” is a Dalmatian based in square shapes. I also wanted to give each dog a collar that not only reflects their shape language, but also will allow the audience to know they’ve been killed by the Tailypo when their collars are all that’s left of them.

There’s still quite a bit for me to design and workshop before I get into illustrating this story, but I’m really excited! I really want to give it the same creepy feeling I had when I was a kid reading it for the first time.

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*SIGH* okay fine I’ll request it

Reader finding out she has a daddy kink for the first time. Peter being slightly surprised but going with it/being turned on by it as well.

You’ve created a monster.

This......has a lot of real life inspiration behind it. 18+ and Daddy kink if that wasn't blatantly obvious.

It wasn't a foreign concept to you.

You just never understood it. Sir and master you could understand. You had even tried it before with your boyfriend, Peter.

But the idea of calling your partner....the other very popular nickname....wasn't disgusting? You just didn't get it.

At least, that's how you used to feel.

You had been away for a week due to a work trip. You could barely contain your excitement as you opened the door to the apartment you and Peter shared.

Your bags fell to the floor as you looked around the living room. Peter definitely was there, in the apartment. The Spider-Man mug you had gotten him was sitting on the kitchen counter, next to the sink. You could see his bag next to the couch, full of papers he needed to grade.

"Ladybug?" You heard from your bedroom.

"Hey babe!" You grinned, moving back towards the bedroom.

You stood at the door, a huge smile on your face because you were about to see the love of your life-

Fuck.

He had a beard now.

Fuck. The last time you saw him, it was just the regular stubble he'd usually sport after a few days of not shaving.

You'd never seen him with a beard before. God, you didn't think it was possible for him to be any hotter. The beard added to the professor vibe he already had going on, with his rolled up sleeves and glasses and his-

He looked like a dad. But not just any kind of dad. Sure, one who had been practicing corny jokes since he was fifteen.

But specifically, he looked like a Dad you wanted to fuck.

Oh.

So that's why people did that.

Oh shit. Did you want to do that?

"Bug?" Peter's voice broke you out of your less than pure thoughts.

"Hey you!" You walked over to his desk, crawling into his lap. There were papers sprawled out on his desk, most likely tests he had been grading before you arrived.

The hair on Peter's chin tickled against your skin, his lips peppering kisses all over your face. A giggle erupted out of you as you threw your hands over his neck.

"What's this?" You asked, motioning to his new facial hair.

"Oh this?" He shrugged, "Yeah I just....I dunno, just figured why not? Since you were gone. You like it?"

"Yeah," You said, feeling your cheeks warm up, "Y-yeah. It looks g-good, Pete."

The subtle arch in his eyebrow signaled your body had betrayed you. He could sense, he always could.

No matter how hard you tried to steady your breathing. No matter how hard you tried to relax your body and not flinch even a tiny bit.

Your arousal always betrayed you.

"Yeah?" He whispered, his lips ghosting over your's. You tilted your head up to close the distance between your lips and his.

"It's really nice," You said between kisses, "Makes you look like a Dad."

"Oh really? And that's...you like that?" He asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, I'd always had a thing for DILFs, I guess," You giggled, trying to hide your nerves.

"Well, while I'm not currently a Dad, I'd still like to fuck you....if that's okay," He grinned.

"Lead the way Daddy." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

That was not supposed to slip out.

Your eyes widened in horror, whereas Peter's were in surprised. Part of you wanted to maintain eye contact, in hopes it would make your attempt to play it off like a joke more convincing. The other part of you strongly desired for a hole to suddenly appear and swallow you whole.

"I....was wondering if that's....what you were referring to when you said I'd looked like uh....a DILF," Peter said. It was clear he was still processing what you just called him. Judging by his face, he still was unsure whether he liked it or not. Which, in a way, was good for you?

"I am so sorry, Peter, I did-I just-"

"Do you want to call me that?" He asked. From his tone, he wasn't disgusted, more curious than anything.

The mere thought made you wet.

"I....I think so?" You toyed with the hem of your dress, "Like.....I think I get why people are into that so, if you're okay with it...we could try it out?"

Peter's fingers gently hooked your chin, tilting your head up so you made eye contact with him.

"Of course babe. We can try anything you want," He said gently. You leaned up to press your lips onto his. His hand moved from your chin to your back, the other arm wrapping itself around your waist so he could hold you while he stood up.

Your back made contact with the bed, your legs spread apart. Peter's long fingers traced up and down your clothed slit, before reaching to the waistband to pull them off.

You laid there, waiting for him to touch you. His lips started at your knees, working their way up your thighs. Peter's hand gently gripped your thighs, keeping you still.

Your back arched in anticipation as you felt his breath get closer and closer to your core. You waited for the sweet contact of his tongue on your folds.

But it never came. You opened your eyes to find Peter sitting up, his eyes on you, a smirk on his face.

A whine escaped your lips as you felt his fingers trace over the apex of your thighs.

"Ask nicely." His voice was low and scratchy and fuck, if that didn't turn you on.

"Please.....please touch me, Daddy."

From the way Peter's eyes lit up, combined with how quickly he buried his head between your thighs, it was safe to say he enjoyed the new nickname.

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ratgirlcopia · 4 months

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tumblr post format isn't kind to fics, but this is so short and so specific to the mad ravings of someone who dug around in halloween quiz javascript that it'd never make it on ao3. i don't feel like sending it to the glue factory either, so here you go.

It's Halloween.

It was a little weird that Copia hadn't realized until Sister Imperator had mentioned it in passing. She hadn't asked if he had plans, which was fair enough, he thought. He didn't usually have plans. Since the end of the tour cycle, plans had been hard to come by. It had been, what? A couple of days? It was fine to take some time getting back into the swing of things. He’d be back to normal before—

Ah. It had been more than a couple of days. More like three weeks and some change.

The last tour hadn’t been so hard to get over. Sure, it was always an adjustment period. But this one was so much worse. He’d thought retiring was the right choice, would get his mind off everything. It had felt like the right choice, after—

-12 September 2023, Los Angeles-

“Cardi. Cardi, what are you doing?”

Copia shut off his phone, hands shaking as he laughed. “Ah, sorry about that. So sorry. Uh, where—where were we?”

The dancer in front of him tilted her head and extended a single finger to trace along his cheek.

“Hmm, should I be jealous?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. She sat on the edge of the stage, one leg crossed over the other. The white latex nurse’s cap atop her head was askew, and she wore a wig underneath that curled up, blonde hair fluffing against her cheeks.

“Eh…no. That was my mother, so—no,” Copia said, mouth dry.

The dancer snorted. “Maybe not jealous then, but worried.” Her hand stilled on Copia’s face. “Huh. Your skin’s really smooth. Did you shave right before you came here or something?”

“I, uh.” Now his mouth was even drier. “No. I, um…laser. Laser hair removal. It’s a hassle, you know, shaving all the time.”

He fumbled for his glass, a vodka cranberry that was already starting to hit him in all the worst ways. He took a sip, then shrugged and tossed the rest of it back. Big mistake. Even while he was on the road, he almost never drank, but he was three or four in already, and it still wasn’t hitting. Anything to get those words out of his head. Good show, C. It’s funny, you looked like Marilyn Monroe up there. Well, with skeletons, but—

“I get it. I did the same thing,” the dancer was saying, a smile quirking up her lips. “It’s the worst between sessions, isn’t it?”

Copia blinked. Oh. The laser sessions.

“Yes. Yes, it’s—” The alcohol wasn’t quite letting him take that concept to its natural conclusion. “You’re…?”

“Trans, yeah.”

Vision wobbling, Copia stared up at her, the music from the overhead speakers fuzzing out in his ears.

“You’re beautiful,” he managed, voice sticking in his throat. “Really, uh—really really pretty. I can see why people like you here, you’re so—”

Her hand slid to his shoulder, eyebrows furrowing in concern. He swayed in place, empty glass clattering to the floor, but he couldn’t stop staring at her, couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“I wish—” Copia wanted to be quiet, wanted to stop talking before he said something he couldn’t take back. “I wish I could be like you. I wish I could—I want to—to—”

Be like her. Her. Her.

“I want—”

And then he hit the floor.

It’s Halloween, Imperator had said, then laughed. What do you want to be?

#copiaposting #fic tag

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evenfall-writes · 2 years

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dysphoria - (party poison/reader)

tags and warnings: established relationship, canon nonbinary character, dysphoria, mentions of blades and shaving, no smut, fluff and light dysphoria-related angst, short ‘n sweet

word count: 1,635

a/n: in case you get confused with my use of pronouns, i hc that party goes by he/they pronouns like gerard but in this story they are identifying much more with they/them :)

premise: party's stubble is growing out and it’s making them feel dysphoric. you want to assure them that you think they’re the prettiest thing around

Party was missing.

Now, you weren’t massively worried - they had a tendency to wander off and do their own thing, and you’d find them thirty minutes later holed up, for instance, in your shared room with ink-stained fingers from writing the many, many song concepts littered across the floor, or elbow deep in the trunk of the Trans Am trying to modify it in some way - but at this point they’d been gone since before you woke up. three hours and thirty six minutes ago (and twenty seconds, twenty-one, twenty-two....but who was counting?) and they hadn’t popped up.

So, maybe you were starting to get a little worried after all. He wasn’t in any of his usual haunts. And Party was a creature of habit, so you doubted he would have found anywhere else to chill.

“Still no luck?” Kobra called from one of the booths without looking up from his ray gun, which he was meticulously cleaning.

“Nope.” You sighed, resting against the diner counter. “Starting to worry.”

“They’ll turn up.” Your kind-of-brother-in-law said absently. “You know what they’re like. Prob’ly went for a drive or something. Trans Am is gone, so...”

“Aren’t Jet and Ghoul out scavenging with the Girl? They could have taken it.” You said, doubt etching into your voice.

Kobra shook his head. “They took their bikes. Don’t worry, (Killjoy/Name). my brother will be fine. He’s been in a mood all week. He’s probably just clearing his head.”

As if on cue, you heard a familiar engine roar to a stop, and a car door slammed outside. An even more familiar voice wafted through the air, soft curses sounding in your ear. You nearly tripped over yourself to rush to the dirtied windows, spotting a bright red head of hair peeping from behind the Trans Am. You heaved a sigh of relief.

Kobra raised his eyebrows over his sunglasses. “See?”

You smiled guiltily. “Okay, okay. I’m a worrywart, I get it.”

You heard Kobra laugh behind you as you opened the door before your leader could get a chance. Beneath his yellow domino mask, you saw Party’s hazel eyes widen, and he cocked one dark eyebrow.

“Hi.” You said breathlessly.

“Hello there,” A small smiled touched the corner of Party’s lips. “Missed me?”

“You know I did,” You responded playfully, and Party chuckled before wrapping a toned arm around your shoulders and pulling you into their chest, resting their chin on the top of your head.

“Now that you’re back, I’m taking the Trans Am to Doc’s. I have some shit to drop off.” Kobra’s footsteps sounded on the linoleum behind you, and you heard a jingle as Party handed the keys over. “Do you want to come with?”

Party hesitated. “I’ll pass. Don’t crash, okay?”

“Fuck you, who do you take me for?” Kobra stuck his tongue out childishly, and before his brother could respond, he slipped out of the diner door and hopped into the rusted white car parked outside.

Party rolled his eyes, slipping the domino mask off of his nose and placing it on a table. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, gently rubbing his nose against yours, and heaved a sigh, closing his eyes. There were dark purple shadows under his eyes, and you stroked a thumb along his cheek.

“You good?” You said softly, and they lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug, reaching up to scratch at their chin.

“Yeah...” They muttered unconvincingly. “I’m fine. I just...give me a moment.”

Party disentangled his arms from yours and slipped away, crossing the linoleum floor to the shower room - seriously, how had you managed to find and hole up in the one diner in California that had a fully functioning shower? - closing the door behind him. You cocked an eyebrow, concerned.

“Baby,” You walked across the room and leant against the wall next to the door, allowing your lover their privacy but still close enough for comfort. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Their voice was small, unconfident, so unlike them as it echoed through the door. “I just don’t feel great.”

“Poison,” You said, a note of plea in your voice. “Come on. I know you. It’s more than that. Can I come in?”

A beat.

“Okay.”

Party was sat cross-legged on the floor across from the full-length mirror. Their biker jacket was discarded on the floor beside them, leaving them only in the baggy black tank top that hung loosely from their slender frame, and their fingers beat a nervous drum on their thigh. They were leaning forward, tilting their head left and right, and scratching at their chin with their other hand, which was trembling slightly.

“Hey.” You knelt beside them, placing a loving hand on their shoulder.

“Doc didn’t drop off any r-razors with his last supply package, did he?” Party asked with only the slightest of tremors in their voice.

And all of a sudden, it dawned on you what was really taking place. Party had been feeling slightly dysphoric for a good few days now, and it was only being hastened by the light dusting of hair that was forming on their cheeks and chin, which was normally shaved completely clean. You had vaguely noticed in your most recent bout of intimacy that they were insistent on keeping their shirt on and focusing on your body and pleasure, but you didn’t think much of it. It was something that happened fairly often. However, every single one of your razors had a dull edge, and Doc had not yet sent you any replacements.

“Party, baby,” You stroked a hand along their chin, feeling the roughness of the stubble underneath. “It’s okay.”

"Sorry.” Party slung their arms around their knees, curling in on themselves. “It’s stupid, I know.”

“It’s not stupid.” You reassured them, resting your head in the hollow between their shoulder and neck.

“It just...” They wince, their full lips turning down in a grimace. “It just looks wrong. It feels wrong.”

Your lover - most of the time comfortable to be called your boyfriend, but somehow you felt it probably wasn’t the best title for them right now - had shed their usual bravado in favour of their more vulnerable side. You sat behind them on the cold shower floor, wrapping your arms and legs around them from behind, and looked up at them, resting your head on their shoulder. You watched their throat convulse as they swallowed , their tongue darting out to lick their lips anxiously. Your heart clenched in your chest, a rush of affection filling your body.

“You’re so pretty, did you know that?” You murmured.

Party tilted their head slightly in your direction, unconvinced. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You reached up and traced lightly along their jawline. “You’re beautiful. I look at you sometimes and I think...jesus, how the hell is someone this gorgeous in love with me?”

“You’re only saying that to make me feel better,” Party grumbled, but turned to kiss you tenderly before drawing away to stare at you with thinly-veiled eagerness to hear more. “It’s working, just so you know.”

“I know.” You said smugly. “But it’s true. I’m not just saying it. When you smile it’s like the whole world fades away. That smile could stop wars, baby.”

Party gazed down at you, their eyes like molten pools of gold, and you felt your breath hitch.

“Your eyes are breath-taking.” You brushed a strand of vibrant red hair away from their face. “And you’ve got the most incredible eyelashes. Seriously, I’ve never seen anyone with eyelashes this naturally long and pretty.”

“Don’t you think you’re laying it on a little thick?” Party said teasingly.

“I don’t care, I’ll keep going until you believe me.” You shot back, rubbing your nose against theirs. “Oh, and you have the cutest fucking nose.”

A laugh caught in their throat. “Okay, okay.”

“I feel like sometimes it physically hurts to look at you.” You pressed a kiss to their neck and felt them relax against you. “Like staring at the sun, or something. You make everything else seem so dull in comparison. You’re too pretty to bear sometimes. And might I just say, your ass always looks great in those jeans.” You teasingly patted Party’s thigh and this time they laughed openly.

“Nice,” They remarked. “I’ll take it.”

Your lover’s posture had straightened, a new glint in their eye as they studied their face in the mirror. You twisted one lock of crimson hair around your finger, watching it spring back when you pulled away. Party sighed, relaxing in your arms, and gently butting their head against yours.

“You’re too cute.” They muttered, tilting their head slightly to kiss your mouth, and you reached up to hold their face, keeping them there as they tried to pull away. Party’s breath hitched against your lips, and you felt them smile.

“I love you.” You whispered between kisses, and Party murmured it back. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Now, that I have to disagree with.” Party pulled back and grinned. “That title goes to you.”

You hummed and pulled away reluctantly with a sigh, disentangling your arms from theirs, and stood up, offering Party a hand up. “Wanna go listen to music in our room?”

“You know I do,” Party agreed, taking your hand and pulling themselves up with a grunt. Once standing, they surprised you by wrapping you in a bear hug, squeezing your arms about their body.

“Party!” You gasped, unable to catch your breath, but you soon reciprocated, winding your arms around their neck as they swayed lightly with you in their arms.

“Thank you,” they murmured into your hair, pressing their lips against your ear softly. “I love you so much. Thank you.”

#party poison/reader #party poison x reader #gerard way #party poison #danger days #true lives of the fabulous killjoys #my chemical romance #imagine #reader imagine

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